Disclaimer: I do not own anything but my own ideas for the story line, the Harry Potter creator is the great JK Rowling. I have her to thank for the wonderful stories and characters she's created.

Prologue: 8 months after the War, Fred has died and the family is trying to move on. Yet someone is still emotionally attached and he can sense it from the beyond. Fred wants to come back, he misses his family and everyone misses him. George the most, or is it?

Chapter 1: This Can't Be Happening

Hermione stood from the Great Hall and walked down to Black Lake. There was a nice breeze blowing and the air felt warm. Warm? Why is it warm? It's January… It's absolutely freezing outside… And how did I get to Hogwarts? I just was at home… Home… Oh okay this is a dream! Hermione thought as she sat herself down on the dock and dangled her feet into the water.

"Well hello stranger, long time no see."

Hermione whipped her head around to see where the familiar voice was coming from. A voice she hadn't heard in months.

"FRED?!" Hermione squeaked as she stumbled up onto her feet practically sprinting up the dock towards him.

"Ha! Granger! I see you've missed me, ey?" Fred said embracing the witch that flew into his arms wrapping her legs around his waist.

"Fred… How are you… Where… Why…. What is going on!?" Hermione said as she found her balance and stepped out of his arms, noticing how cold they were without him near.

"Well you see love, I'm dead. You know that, I know that. Yet here I am, able to speak to you." Fred said poking her nose and taking a seat on the dock crossing his legs.

"Right, but it's been 8 months… If you could have talked to me, why now? Why not, you know months ago?!" Hermione said sitting as close as she could without being on top of him.

"I'm not sure love, I just kept feeling this warmth and I followed it. I led me here. I guess it took me 8 months to find it, or you." Fred said grabbing her petite hand and stroking her fingers.

"What do you mean you followed it? You didn't wake up here?" Hermione said quizzically.

Fred snorted, "No, I woke up in a bright white King's Cross Station like area. When I felt that feeling I just started walking. Led me here." Fred said finding her eyes.

"King's Cross Station? Harry said something like that when he spoke to Dumbledore, were there any others with you?" Hermione said.

"Nope, me and me alone." Fred said popping his mouth to the 'p' in 'nope'.

Hermione couldn't help but stare as his licked his lips.

"Well what shall we do Granger?" Fred asked taking Hermione's thoughts away.

"What do you mean, what shall we do? What can we do?" Hermione snorted at him while Fred continued to play with her fingers.

"Have you ever wanted to see Hogwarts, without, ya know anyone around to pester you? Without any curfews or professors or classes to constrict your time?" Fred said standing and taking away his hand from Hermione's, only to offer it to her again.

"Come along Granger, come see the hidden secrets Hogwarts is hiding…" Fred said smiling down to Hermione wiggling his eyebrows.

"No tricks?" Hermione said grabbing his hand.

"Not this time love. Don't you trust me?" Fred asked smiling at her as he pulled her up to meet his face.

"I always have." Hermione said sheepishly.

And the two of them walked back to the castle. For what seemed like hours the two roamed the halls looking at Hogwarts in a new light. They were the only two there. Fred showed her all the secret passage ways in and out of the school. All the secret tunnels and doors, stair cases and rooms the school had. Hermione had never known Hogwarts to be so intricate! Fred was absolutely amazing her, and she didn't want it to stop.

They finally made it back to the Gryffindor common room as Hermione gave a yawn.

"You tired love? We have been quite busy." Fred asked as they plopped down on a couch in front of the roaring fire.

"Yeah…. I…" Hermione yawned again, "I can barely keep my eyes open. I think I'll just take a quick nap then we can venture back to the kitchens later?" Hermione asked smiling up at Fred as she laid her head in his lap.

"Anything you want love." Fred said brushing the hairs out of her face, "I'll be waiting here for you 'Mione."

Hermione jerked awake as freezing air touched her bare stomach. She reached for her wand and turned the lights on in the room. Her room. She was in her apartment she shared with Ron. Ron. Her boyfriend. The brother of the dead Fred she was just with. Or was she? Was it just a dream? Surely I've been here the whole time. I remember going to bed but then, how long was I asleep? It felt like I was there an entire day!

Hermione stumbled out of the bed and walked over to the window that was wide open and shut it. She decided tea could make this better, she always feels better after a cup of tea.

"Hermione? You okay?" Ron said stumbling in from the hallway.

"Yeah, I'm fine, the window was open I got cold. I'm just going to make some tea, do you want some?" Hermione asked, pretending as she just woke up.

"No, I'm fine, you sure you're okay?" Ron asked wrapping his arms around her waist.

What is he doing? He hasn't been like this in a long time… He must be tired. She thought. Her relationship with Ron was complicated. Shortly after the war they had continue to date and were fairly serious about one another. But Ron's Auror training soon took over the relationship and he was hardly home. It wasn't his fault but Hermione was still suffering from losing so much from the war she needed her best friend and boyfriend there to help support her. She learned that once her parents' memories were obliviated that there was no way to return them. Hermione had to 'bury' her parents again.

Hermione did everything she could to help Molly and by helping Molly she helped all the Weasley children. Surprisingly George the most. He was trying to run the shop as a one man show without Fred.

It took him 4 months but with the help of Hermione and Angelina, George was able to look in the mirror without sobbing uncontrollably every time. Hermione helped out in the shop just as Ange did. Just about everyone had taken a turn helping stock items, ring customers, create new stock or just showing the customers how to use the stuff. It made Hermione smile to see George happy again, because to her he was the closest thing she had to Fred.

No one in the family, apart from George really knew that Hermione had a soft spot for Fred. He was after all the better looking twin. George only figured it out one day when he caught Hermione staring at him with a glassy look on her face, when she noticed he had seen her she ran away crying. They both became a lot closer that day.

All of these thoughts and memories flooded back to Hermione as she sat on the bar stool at the counter sipping her hot tea.

There has to be a way to bring him back. Not just for me, but for all of the Weasley's. THEY need him, I need him…

"Oh Fred, how can I get you home?" Hermione whispered as she gulped the last bit of tea.

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Hey! I hope you like this idea?! There is a story out there, I can't remember who it's by but Fred is in a coma and only Hermione can speak to him in his dream like state. I'm kind of using ideas from that one but I don't want to take all the writer's glory! If you can find that story, read it! It's really good!

Thank you all for all the love I've been receiving! I'm looking to start the other story soon too! Please if you're reading this and you're new to me, I have another story; Jokes and Kindred Spirits. Check it out!

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