Fred sat…or tried to…sit at the counter in his and George's shop. It was the first day of winter break. As expected Fred fell right through the seat, but landed on the floor.

He always wondered how he could stand or sit on the floor but not be able to touch or sit on anything else without falling through. He sighed and stood back up. He could tell it was going to be a long day.

It was about a half year after the battle at Hogwarts. About a half a year since they…meaning Harry…had beat Old Voldie. About a half a year since some of Fred's friends died. About a half of a year since Fred lost his life.

That's right. Fred was dead…well sort of. He was no longer breathing…or even in his own body. He wasn't even a ghost…though it probably would have been better if he was. He could talk but no one could hear him. He couldn't touch anything. He spent his days watching George running the shop.

George always seemed dead despite Fred being the actually dead one. George didn't prank anyone…he hardly ever joked or made fun of Percy anymore. It was sad and depressed Fred. But Fred kept a positive attitude for both of them…even if George had no idea he was there.

Fred pulled out his wand and twirled it in hands. It wasn't his real wand but just a form of it. His real wand was with his real body. He could cast any spell…but it had no effect on anything…well that he knew of.

Fred sighed. When was that man going to get up? The shop opened in twenty minutes. Fred turned towards the stairs leading up to their…his flat. He walked up them and entered the flat through the front door. Literally through the front door. He walked through the small flat and directly into George's bedroom.

"Get up, lazy! You need to open the shop! You're going to be late!" Fred yelled to his other half. Of course nothing happen. He didn't even stir. Fred grabbed his hair in frustration. Being dead so was not working for him. "Why can't you hear me? Why can't you hear me…? Why…?" Dead tears rolled down his eyes. Fred hated crying but he couldn't help it. His own twin had no idea that he was there in his bedroom.

Fred wiped the tears from his eyes and watched his brother sleep. He needed some way to wake him up but there was nothing he could think off. He glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Blimey! It opens in twelve minutes! You're going to be so late." Fred said even though he knew that no one could hear him. George stirred finally. Fred widened his eyes. Maybe George had heard him. George's eyes opened and scanned the room, passing right over Fred and landing on the clock.

"Oh shit!" George threw the covers off of him and ran into the bathroom, seeming to take a thirty second shower before coming out and throwing clothes on. He ran into the bathroom again to brush his teeth and then left the flat.

"Five minutes….a new record." Fred stated. Fred then followed his brother out the flat and back into the store. George was hustling about the shop, waving his wand in all direction. Products were restocked and straightened to look neat and presentable. Finally, George flipped the close sign to open.

As expected young wizards poured into the store, laughing and joking. Fred smiled as he stood in the middle of the store. He always liked these kinds of days. The days when he knew George would be too busy to feel lost or sad.

Fred smiled and actually laughed. He just had a feeling that this day was soon going to get better.

A.N.-I know the first chapter is short but I'm just testing things out. I'm not really sure that this is going to work. So was it good? Bad? What did you like about it? What didn't you like about? Any suggestions? Thanks for reading.