Author's Note: this is my first time doing Point of views, so Idk how it's gonna go...

George's POV

Was it true? Or was it a hoax? I didn't care, finally some light came into my life. I stood up.

"Ron," I squeaked. "Handle the sales today, I'm off to see Fred." Ron nodded. After Fred's "death" Ron helped me get back on my feet and run the joke shop. Everyone was standing up by now, staring at me with tearing eyes.

"I'll come with you," said Percy. I looked up at him. He was as devastated as I was. He was the last person to hear Fred's laugh.

"No," said dad. "You two are not going alone. Let's all go. We all want to see Fred." Everyone nodded in agreement. We all Apparated, with 7 loud cracks. Can't wait to see you Freddie. I thought.

We arrived at the front desk.

"We're hear to see-" started Hermione. But she was interrupted by the lady on the desk. "Weasley?" We all nodded. "I thought so. The Minister of Magic is waiting in room 201," said the lady.

We all went up the stairs to the second floor and to room 201. I opened the door and saw him. He was laying their helpless. And then I couldn't help myself. A flood of tears ran down my cheek. I felt someone pat on my back, and I turned around. It was the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"It's okay George. Fred will be okay soon. He's asleep," said Kingsley. "I think I'll leave you to stay with Fred. Molly, Arthur, a word please." Everyone nodded and mum and dad left with Kingsley. I sat next to Fred. I ran my hand through his hair.

Third Person POV

As the children silently celebrated in room 201, Mr and Mrs. Weasley were having an important discussion.

"Fred was found three days ago," said Kingsley. "We were going through our last search through Hogwarts before we start rebuilding it. And we found him in the Great Hall under the Gryffindor table. We immediately brought him here and the people said he was petrified..." And Kingsley broke off. Mrs. Weasley started to sob.

"Is he going to be alright?" Asked a sobbing Mrs. Weasley. Mr. Weasley put a hand on her shoulder.

George POV

No one spoke. We were waiting for Fred. I was still running my hand through his forehead. Just then he opened his eyes. He stared up at me. A smile edged up his face.

"What've you been up to Georgie?" Said Fred. He sat up. I sniffed and stared for a few seconds. Fred Weasley was alive!

"Saving the Wizarding world, launching dung-bombs and such-the usual." I smiled. Everyone laughed, including Fred. It was good to see Fred again. I felt lighter inside, as if all the grief inside me, just went away.