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Fred Weasley (fourthorfifth) wrote in lockewood, @ 2010-02-02 12:01:00

Who: Fred Weasley & Ginny Potter
What: Ginny reunites with her dead brother
When: Backdated to just before Lucius left, since he's mentioned as the roommate
Where: Fred's house
Status: Incomplete, but needed to get it up before it got too out of date.

Ginny was trying her best to adjust to life at Lockewood. It didn't help that she was still panicking over what was going on with her children back home. Sure, she knew they were safe and she was still there, but it wasn't easy to simply accept. And even though each of them were here in Lockewood, she'd only seen James so far.

Harry not being here was hard on her, but not as hard as it should have been. Ginny had grown use to her husband being off for work, traveling the globe and tracking down dark wizards. Really, she was use to it. Not a problem at all. Except she really did want to see her husband and yell at him for leaving her here all alone.

Logic was not one of her strong points.

Since she didn't have a baby to feed, a toddler to run after and a five year old to attempt and reign in, Ginny found herself with little to do. So she decided it was time to track her brother down. Ignoring how odd it would be to see Fred after ten years, Ginny marched her happy arse over to his house and knocked loudly on the door.

Fred was at home, waiting around to see if someone had broken anything. He hated his new job; he wanted to be doing something, not just waiting. But invariably, if he worked on something else, a call would come to repair something at a critical point, and he'd have to ruin whatever he'd been working on to go do his 'real' job. So instead, he sat around the house and fidgeted.

A knock on the door brought him to his feet instantly, and he was at the door in another moment. He opened it, and paused, looking at the woman on his doorstep. It took him a few moments to recognize his little sister; after all, she was ten years older than he remembered.

"Gin?" he asked, just to make sure, but a grin was slowly spreading across his face.

Ginny stared at Fred, her heart in her throat. He was there. He was standing right in front of her and looked exactly like she remembered him. Ginny wasn't the sort of girl to cry. She had no problem expressing her anger, but sadness or any other emotion? Well, Ginny would rather not, thanks.

Except seeing Fred standing in front of her tugged at Ginny's tear ducts and she had to bit down on her lip to keep her chin from quivering. Her brown eyes quickly filled up with tears and she threw her arms around her big brother, squeezing him as tight as she could. "I missed you so much."

Fred started a moment as Ginny hugged him. They'd always been a close family, but they hadn't always been very demonstrative. Still, it must have been a number of years since he'd died in her world, and he supposed seeing the dead brought back to life could make anyone a bit emotional. He gave her a quick hug back, then grinned. "Chin up, Gin. What happened to my tough little sister?"


"Oh piss off," she said with a laugh and pull back, wiping at her eyes. "No need to make fun." It was a trip, seeing Fred stand in front of her. Every time she was with her family back home, Ginny was horribly aware of who was missing.

"And your little sister is not little. I'm old. Married. A mum."

"There's always a need to make fun," Fred stated solemnly, giving her the Percy impression he and George had perfected over the years. He grinned again in a moment, and motioned her inside. "Come in. Malfoy's at his job, so no reason to avoid it." He waited till she was in to shut the door behind her, and indicated where she could hang her coat.

"All right, you're my big little sister, then," he continued, picking up the conversation where he'd interrupted it. "I heard. Harry, huh? Well, we always knew you'd manage to land him eventually." He smirked at her as he ducked out to the kitchen to find something to offer her to eat. Of course, knowing Ginny, she'd follow him back anyway.

Walking just a few steps behind Fred, Ginny couldn't stop grinning. It was Fred. If George was here it would be even better. And Ron, too. And Bill. And her Dad. And Harry. Really, she just wanted the people she loved back in one place.

"I'd like to see it as he finally managed to land me. I'm a catch."

Fred turned to cast her a wry smile. While he certainly agreed that his sister was a catch, and there was nothing too good for her, he was perfectly aware of just which one of the two had been chasing the other for years. He turned back to find a box of biscuits in the cupboard and pulled that out, tossing them to her. "Well! Welcome to hell! We've even got dead people here." He opened up the refrigerator, peering inside. "Looks like your choices to drink are root beer, grape juice, or water. Or we could raid my roommate's stash of tea, but I'm not particularly keen on drinking anything of Malfoy's."

Ginny chose to ignore the smile. She knew that she had (sometimes shamelessly) gone after Harry, but since she got him in the end that didn't seem to matter. Besides, he was a giant idiot who didn't see what was right in front of him for years.

Catching the box with one hand, Ginny tore into them with enthusiasm. She had been so busy meeting people and making sense of Lockewood that she hadn't had a proper meal yet. "Oi, stop that," she admonished lightly. "That's not funny." Ginny was up for a joke all the time, but Fred's death wasn't funny at all. "And which Malfoy are you living with? Because if you say Draco I am leaving."

"Nope," he responded, making a face at her. "It's Lucius. Even better, right?" Fred had to joke about his own death. If he didn't, he'd get depressed again. It was really the only way he had of dealing with such things. Besides, he was the one who died. It'd be different if he was making fun of someone else's death.

He pulled out two bottles of root beer, since Ginny hadn't made a choice, and handed one to her as they headed back out to the living room. "Who else have you seen so far? There are gobs of nieces and nephews about here. And that reminds me..." He turned to face her as they sat down, fixing her with an incredulous look. "Why the bloody hell did you name one of your kids after Snape?"

The eyeroll Ginny gave him nearly knocked her over. "I didn't! Harry did! You'd think that since the children were coming out of me that I'd have some say in their names, but nooo." Really, the only name she had come up with on her own had been Luna. "Have you ever tried arguing with Harry? It's not possible. He just wins by default because he went and saved the world." Which was half true. Ginny argued with her husband all the time. But she knew what really mattered to him and usually relented if she could tell it was important.

Fred laughed, figuring it was probably a pretty accurate description for most people. Though he did know that did not include his sister; Ginny had stopped being intimidated by Harry by the time she was twelve. "Well, at least my little sister has some sense... Even if you didn't name one after your poor, poor brother." George had, of course, but he had to give her some grief over it... As well as let her know he wasn't going to stop joking anytime soon.

"Well I would have if George hadn't stolen the name first! Besides, I didn't have any redheaded sons. You can't name someone after a Weasley unless they have red hair," she pointed out with a smile.

It felt so natural to be joking with her brother. As though nothing had happened. Even if she was older and alive and a mother now. Being around Fred made her feel like a baby sister again.

"Liar," Fred said cheerfully. "Most kids don't even have hair when they're born, so don't blame it on hair color." He took a swallow of his root beer, staring at the wall ahead for a few moments. When he spoke again, his voice was unusually serious. "Gin... When you talk to Mum... Don't tell her I die." She'd probably find out eventually, but she seemed to be having such a good time, meeting all of her future kids. And she'd have to go through one of her kids dying once... He didn't want to make her deal with it again.