AN: After a long wait I've finally completed the last chapter of this. Hope you enjoy.

George was laying on his back. As he opened his eyes he stared up on a clear blue sky. He moved his hands and found he was laying on soft grass.

He sat up slowly and touched his throat. It was whole and the skin felt smoother. Younger.

Where was he? There was a hill sloping down to a village a mile or so in front of him. As he turned his head he saw a blossom cherry-tree. He took a deep breath of the fresh air and scratched his head, he didn't recognise any of this.

The pink flowers of the tree was just starting to fade and the gentle wind took hold and sent a blizzard of petals towards him, but they lifted and he followed them with his eyes as they headed for a small forest on his other side.

Someone was running towards him. He had to squint his eyes to be sure, but the man had just as red hair as himself. He sat still and waited, maybe he could get some answers.

As the other man came closer, George's mouth fell open. He knew that way of running. He knew that was of brushing the hair away when the breeze ruffled it in front of the eyes. It couldn't be!

As the man came close enough to see the freckled face George gave a sound somewhere between a moan and a wail.

When he got close enough the heavy body flung itself at George and he was pushed over on his back. He couldn't react, his mind was too numb with shock.

"George," was whispered in his ear and the sound caused him to grip around the muscular back and hold on for dear life. "I've missed you like crazy!"

"Fred," he mouthed, but no sound came, only tears. He felt his twin trying to sit up, but held him back.

"You're here," Fred said and brushed a hand over the side of George's head. "And so is your ear." He chuckled before spreading his legs over George's lap and pulled his twin up in a sitting-position.

"I've missed you," George sobbed into Fred's chest. He never thought he would hold his living twin close again and doing it made his heart want to do a somersault. Fred held around him, hushing into his ear as a few tears escaped his own eyes, he hadn't expected it to be so good to hug around his twin brother.

"I've missed you so much this week," Fred said at last. George looked up at his with red and swollen eyes.

"Week? It's been twenty fucking years!" he shouted and Fred almost let go of him.

"For you it have, for me it's only been seven days. I'm sorry," Fred said as George dug his fingers into his back.

"Why? Twenty horrible years! That's like, a thousand weeks!" George placed his cheek to Fred's chest and almost squeezed the breath out of him.

"Actually it's a thousand and forty," Fred told him. "Time's different here, I'm sorry. Sorry for leaving you." Fred sniffed and combed his hand up the back of George's head.

"I'm sorry for not coming sooner, but they wouldn't let me," George said, sounding young and bitter at the same time.

"You tried many times?" Fred understood their family had done what they thought was best for George and was thankful for it, even if it had kept them apart for a longer time.

"Too many to count. I've missed you." George couldn't put into words how lost he had felt without his other half and a new wave of tears took hold of him. "It was on the twentieth anniversary of... Bill's daughter sang this song and I just... I love you," he choked out.

"On the risk of sounding gay, I love you too," Fred said and pressed a kiss to George's forehead. They sat like that until George had regained some control. "Bill have a daughter?"

"Yeah, two, but that not important now. How are you? And where are we?" George lifted his head and stared into Fred's eyes.

"I'm great now I have you and... We're in Nangijala of course." Fred smiled down on George's baffled face.

"So she was right," George said slowly.

"There is something different about you, though... New aftershave?" Fred joked.

"I'm old, you snot-rag," George said annoyed.

"Nope," Fred answered. "Don't look old to me."

"What? Aren't people supposed to look... You look twenty," George said.

"Strange, considering that's what I am," Fred retorted. "We'll have to ask Amy, maybe she knows something."

"Who's Amy?" George asked, even though he wasn't sure he could take in any more information now.

"She works at the pub, nice gal." Fred grinned down on him.

"You're keen on her." George shook his head in amusement.

"She's nice. What about you, did you marry or what?" Fred could bare contain himself, he wanted to know everything his twin had been up to without him.

"Angelina," George answered and looked down.

"Good job," Fred said and lifted George's chin. "Any brats?"

"Two, Roxanne, she's almost eleven and..." George blushed and closed his eyes as he whispered, "and Frederick, he's thirteen."

"You named your kid after me?" Fred pulled him into a tight hug. "That's great!"

"Well, I had to," George muttered and sniffed.

"Wanna go down to the village? Get a glass of something? I think you could use it," Fred said with a glint in his eyes.

"Yeah, my balls are kinda in a squeeze here," George agreed with a shaking snicker.

"Atta boy," Fred said and got off his twin's lap, pulling him to his feet afterwards and got a new hug.

"If you ever leave me again, I'll kill you," George whispered before letting go and knew he sounded needy.

"Right back at you," Fred answered and promptly lifted George into his arms.

"I think I can walk for myself," George said with a smile.

"No, I want to do this," Fred insisted and staggered a few steps forward before falling to his knees and dropped his brother.

"Want to do that?" George chuckled.

"Fine, you can walk yourself." Fred mock-sighed before they got to their feet and headed towards the village, a huddle of cottages of varying size.

"I've missed you," George said as the hill began slanting down towards the first houses.

"You've said that," Fred replied and squeezed his hand.

"Get used to hearing it often. Every morning, breakfast, lunch, supper, night, every time you've been out, in the shower, to the loo –"

"Fine, I get it," Fred cut him off with. "I've missed you too."

"Too bad I can't have both you and Angelina at the same time," George said and kicked a stone.

"She'll come," Fred told him. George just nodded, she probably missed him now and he had done something awful to her and their kids, but he couldn't go on like that anymore. "How's the shop doing?"

"Good, better now after Rick and Jimmy started fiddling with some new products. I've kinda had a dry period," George said as the breeze caught his hair.

"Jimmy, that's Harry and Ginny's son, isn't it?" Fred asked and George nodded. "Dad told me."

"Merlin, I forgot he was here too!" George stopped in his tracks.

"Relax, he won't bite your head off," Fred said. "He'd be thrilled to see you."

"How... How long?" George asked.

"Been five days or something, refuses to tell me anything of importance, specially 'bout you," Fred said.

"Thirteen years," George retorted with a shake of his head.

"But I have to tell you one thing that sucks with this place; no magic!"

"What?" George shouted and searched the pockets of his suit for his wand, not finding it. "You're kidding!"

"Wish I was, but I'm getting used to it." Fred shrugged before pushing open the door to the pub. George followed him and when their eyes had adjusted to the dull light they sat down at the bar. "We need a real treat," Fred said and smiled at the barmaid.

"And I need to lay down, I'm seeing double," the girl retorted.

"No, Amy, I want you to meet my twin and partner in crime, George," Fred said with a grin. George shook her hand and saw her eyes was the most peculiar mix of yellow and green while her dark blond hair was pulled up in a messy bun at the back of her head.

"Pleasure to meet you," George said and understood why Fred liked her, she instantly gave out a vibe of good humour.

"Nice to meet you too, I've heard a lot of you," she answered with a smile. George got a puzzled expression, the voice and smile seemed so familiar.

"Amy-girl, we're almost out of –" a broad-shouldered, bronze-haired man came out from a back-room and stopped as he saw both twins by the bar. George didn't even get time to blink before he was pulled into a bear-hug. "Georgie, little Georgie," the man said as he released him again. "I guess you don't remember me, Freddie didn't."

"No, I don't," George admitted breathlessly as he looked into the smiling face.

"I'm your uncle Gideon," he said and hugged both Fred and George. "I haven't seen you since you were wearing nappies."

"Nice to know," George replied.

"I see you have met my daughter, Amy," Gideon said and gestured towards the woman. "Or daughter, well, she came here as an infant and I raised her from she was eight."

"You're much more a father than anyone else," Amy stated while wiping a glass.

"Talking about daughters, I guess Roxanne is as beautiful as her mother?" Fred said with a wink.

"Yeeh, she's... But Victoire's the real beauty of the offspring, and with those parents... We got enough red, frizzy hair to go around," George rambled as Amy sat a glass in front of him. He didn't even taste what it was, just drained it in one gulp.

"Yeah, I've heard. How many kids have they churned out now?" Fred wished he could have been there with the rest of the family, but hearing about them was the next best thing.

"Um, Bill got three, Charlie, well, he keep dragging in strays, Percy two, Ron two and Ginny three," George said as his glass was refilled.

"Charlie's taking in stray children, now? It used to be puppies and kittens," Fred said amused.

"Yeah, but he finally hooked up with Kay, you know and... I think they have four kids living with them now," George explained.

"How cute," Gideon shot in.

"So your Frederick inherited our knack at pranks?" Fred asked and took a sip of his own glass.

"Almost, Rick gets a helping hand from Jimmy-boy," George said. Fred nodded, getting why they used the second half of his nephews name. "I don't know how many times Ginny's come close to murdering them both."

"So she's warped into Mum?" Fred laughed at the thought.

"Not far from." George looked down in his drink. "Did you just happen to be out for a run now or..." He didn't know how to finish and drowned the rest of the sentence in his glass.

"No, I saw your ear was gone from its frame," Fred said and George promptly sprayed drink right in his face.

"What?" George shouted in surprise as Fred attempted wiping off the wet with his hand. Amy handed him the cloth and he took it with a smile.

"I had your ear framed in, hanging above the mantle, macabre as it sounds, completely true," Fred filled him in. "I chanced on you appearing at the same place as me, and I was right."

"This is getting the better of me," George muttered and supported his head in his hand. He had died, got his twin back, his age had halfed, his uncle ran the pub by the looks of it and Angelina was at home mourning him.

"Oh, right, the question," Fred muttered and turned to the girl. "Amy, he feels he's too young, have any ideas why?"

"Feels too young?" The girl cocked an eyebrow at them.

"I was forty when... Before I came here," George said.

"You sure keep in shape for your age," she retorted. "May have something with you being twins and all, but there's also a lot of people who ends up a different age than they were in the other world. The timelines just doesn't remotely add up." She shrugged and Fred leaned closer to her.

"Maybe," George muttered as it dawned on him. His body had lived on, but on so many levels his life had ended when he lost Fred. He absentmindedly clutched his brother's hand on the rough trousers.

"I'm heading out soon, are you going to join me?" Amy asked and leaned on the counter, Fred's eyes travelled to the golden heart just above her cleavage.

"Oh, I don't know," Fred said airy. "Wanna come?" He turned to George, who just raised his eyebrows in a silent question. "Practice bow and arrow."

"Sure, why not?" George answered with a small shrug.

"Because he couldn't hit the ground if he fell," Amy answered with a laughter and Fred's cheeks grew hot as he grinned. "No, actually you're coming along nicely."

"Thanks," Fred said with a small bow.

–

"This'll be grand," Gideon exclaimed when Amy laid the goose down on the counter. "We haven't eaten all those oranges yet, have we?"

"Depends on what Fabian have wolfed down," Amy replied before turning to the twins. "You are gonna have the best dinner on this side of the moon tonight!"

"Oh?" George asked.

"Dad's orange sauce and goose, it's legendary," she told them. "That is, if you're staying for supper."

"Of course we are, I don't think I even have a moldy loaf of bread at home," Fred said and winked at her. She turned faintly pink before picking up the goose again and went to the kitchen.

"So, who shot the golden bird?" Gideon asked.

"I did," George answered. "Didn't know I could do it, but I just followed it with my eyes and let the bow with the arrow follow that again and –"

"Smack, right in the heart," Fred finished. Gideon chuckled and shook his head in a humoured way before picking some spices off the shelf and went to give them to Amy. George suddenly felt shy alone with his twin, there was so much he wanted to ask and tell, but equally much he didn't want Fred to know of his life, even if he deserved to. Their uncle didn't stay long in the kitchen and when he came back, entertained them with short stories of the life and goings in the village.

The dinner was as good as promised, the atmosphere was helped along nicely with drinks, breaking the lasts of awkward barriers there could be and George couldn't think of anything more natural than sitting with his twin, two uncles and foster-cousin in a dimly lit room of the living quarters connected to the pub. Quickly learning how much like himself Fabian was, George spent most of the meal in quick-witted discussions about Quidditch, pranks and punishments caused by this, hardly noticing when Fred very eagerly accompanied Amy to the kitchen to get more potatoes.

"Well, I'm not ready to be a grandfather just yet," Gideon said just loud enough for the two others to hear while shooting a long look towards the kitchen door.

"I'll get them," George said quickly, throwing the napkin down on the table as he pushed back his chair and walked quietly towards the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway, distantly hearing his uncles had started talking behind him as he saw his twin in a tight embrace with Amy, caressing her back as he locked her against the counter with his body, her hands tangled in his hair and their lips tightly locked together. George let them continue the snogging session for half a minute before cutting his twin's bliss short with a loud "Oy!"

Amy jumped visibly, but Fred just froze and slowly turned his head to glare at George. He received a small, knowing smirk in return before George turned to go back to the table, happy Fred had found someone for himself, and surprisingly free of jealousy.

–

The drinking hadn't ended when they were done eating, instead they had stayed at the table as they joked into the small hours, Amy's cheeks growing redder and redder as Fred's comments got more and more edgy.

In the end, though, the twins had to return home to their own cottage and they stumbled through the narrow village streets, singing different rude songs between loud giggles and snorts. When Fred stopped to relieve himself against a wall, George collapsed in laughter against the same wall and it took a while before they could proceed.

At last they staggered over the threshold of Fred's humble cottage in each other's arms, wheezing with laughter at some joke not even remotely funny and got the door closed before they both collapsed on the narrow bed, George on top of his brother.

"Good to have you here," Fred tried saying as they calmed down, but it came out as more of a sound between a moan and a sigh. George returned the sound, knowing what his twin meant, before he went limp. Fred was conscious just long enough to hear the soft snores against the side of his neck before he also drifted off into a completely content sleep.

AN: I could probably kept this chapter going longer, but I think I'll cut it off there with the twins just being completely happy with each other.