George looked at his twin and shook his head. No. He wasn’t dead. If he was dead then...well...no. He wasn’t dead, he just wasn’t. He couldn’t be Could he? But how? Fred did nothing but look sympathetically at his twin. Wait Sympathy from Fred? Oh Merlin, he was dead.
“How could an old rock kill me?”
“Maybe the stone didn’t kill you. Maybe something happened while you were turning it. Was someone near by? Maybe they shot the killing curse at you when you were...”
“I would have heard them And Angelina would have screamed or...”
“Or maybe you were so absorbed in thoughts of your favorite twin brother and didn’t know what was happening outside your head.”
“Maybe...” Said George, hoping that wasn’t the answer.
Fred scratched his head, lost in thought. Suddenly he jumped.
“I’ve got it Let’s go ask Trelawney.”
George wasn’t sure he had heard him right. Ask Trelawney? That had to be the most mental thing he had ever heard anyone say. Ever.
“Wait, Trelawney’s dead?”
“Her great, great, great, great, grandmother is,” said Fred leading George to the other side of the stop.
“But still. She’s a Trelawney ”
As he moved forward George began to see more people and the cave was expanding. He saw some faces he knew, some he had witnessed die himself and even more people he did not know. He was so preoccupied by looking around that he bumped right into Fred.
“Trelawney?” Asked Fred, stumbling forward.
George looked at the woman Fred was addressing and had a horrible feeling in his stomach. She was old. Very old. And wrinkly. Very wrinkly. She was thin and frail and it looked as though her skin would fall off her bones any second. She stared blankly ahead of her and said nothing when Fred addressed her.
“What’s wrong with her?” Whispered George.
“She’s a blind seer.”
“A blind seer how nice.”
“Trelawney,” said Fred again. “My brother does not know whether or not he is dead. Do you know if he’s dead? Did you see his death coming?”
Slowly Trelawney’s, way too many greats to count, grandmother raised her hand and beckoned. George walked forward, still a little sick to his stomach. She put her tiny hand on his arm and took a deep breath. Suddenly her white eyes flashed open and she began to speak.
“A living soul in this spot. His body is touched not. Beware the dead who seek to live again. Beware jealous souls, do not give in. A stretch it might take to leave this place. Leave soon or answer to this fate.”
Her hand fell from his arm and she looked as if she drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Fred and George looked at each other curiously.
“That was weird,” said Fred.
“But I’m not dead I’m alive By body was touched not I obviously haven’t been killed and there’s a way out ”
“What about the dead who seek to live and the jealous souls thing. And the stretch and having to leave soon? We don’t know where to begin.”
Fred sat down on the ground and he looked seriously worried. George plopped down beside him, wincing as he did so.
“Gred what’s wrong?”
“Forge, I thought when I saw you, that you were dead. And I know this may sound really bad but I was happy. Happy to see my twin again. Happy to think that we’d get to spend more time together. Because I didn’t expect to die. I didn’t think I’d leave you at twenty years old...” He trailed off, wiping his eyes.
George didn’t know what to do. The happiness of a way out of this world was gone as he looked at his twin cry.
“But I’ll bring you with me,” said George trying to cheer Fred up.
“You have a soul. That’s what you need to come to the stop. Just a soul. But for me to go back, I need a body but by now I’m probably six feet under.”
“See? No body.”
“Nobody...” George sniggered.
Fred started to laugh but stopped.
“Okay how about this. You help me get out. I dig up your body and do the same thing with the stone but this time bring your body with me. And Trelawney said the jealous souls want my body, so if I bring a body you can go right in.”
“You’re going to grave rob your own twin’s grave?”
“But you couldn’t bring Angelina with you, what makes you think you can bring my body here? And another thing. I’m probably all disgusting and worms are probably crawling in my flesh. Wouldn’t that be a wonderful sight for mum to see?”
“You were buried yesterday afternoon so your body’s probably fine. And I’ll explain everything to mum when I get back home. I’ll modify all their memories and tell the prophet they made a mistake. It was a Freud Wesley who died.”
“And mum will buy you a one way floo powder ride to St. Mungo’s.”
“Listen, this is our only chance. What if this is your last time at the stop?”
“Okay fine. But how are you going to get out? And how are you going to bring my body in?”
“It let my body in. And since your body is sort of well, my body... I think we can pull it off. That’s why I think it let me in because we’re connected.”
“And if it doesn’t work?”
“Then I’ll find some other way to bring you back ” He yelled, tears in his eyes.
Fred smiled at George and agreed. Maybe this plan could work. Maybe they would be the first to bring a soul back to Earth.
A/N: Please review and let me know what you think!