Adopted from Miss. Scarlett J

Summary- In my last life I got lost more times then I could count, so I guess it wasn't that much of a surprise when I took the wrong door in the afterlife and ended up a Weasley. Eventual slash! Insert fic!

Warnings- Eventual slash, Insert fanfiction

When the bullet hit its target . . . It hurt like hell. It was like a thousand needles piercing my skin until they reached bone, except it was so much more painful. For a moment my mind went blank and I could do nothing but stare in shock at the bullet hole in my chest.

The man in front of me was just as shocked, eyes wide in fear and hands trembling as they just barely held the gun.

I turned my head up to stare at my attacker, not quite sure what in the world had just happened. A moment ago the man had been demanding my money, and I had been more than happy to give it to him. I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but when someone aimed a gun at you I knew it was smart to listen.

I hadn't actually thought that he would have enough balls to shoot though.

The man whimpered and completely dropped the gun, looking at me with terrified eyes as if he couldn't believe what he had done. "A-ah! I-I-I'm sorry!"

"Huh?" I slurred, pressing my hand to my chest. He was sorry? What the heck! One didn't just shoot someone and apologize!

He looked at his hands than back me, tears streaming down his face. "M-my hands slipped1 I-I d-didn't mean t-too."

I opened my mouth planning to answer the man but before I could get a word out I found myself laying on by back and gasping for air. I pressed harder on the heavily bleeding wound in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding.

The sound of footsteps made me wonder if the man was running to get help. I hoped so. But I doubted it.

The edges of my vision started to blur, and I found myself unable to tell if it was because of tears or dying. My eyelids started to get harder and harder to open again with each blink. Then they just stopped working and I was engulfed in darkness.

The funny thing about dying is, despite how cliché and corny it sounds, I felt free. The worries that had plagued me, bills, school, money, didn't matter anymore, I had been released from their sharp claws. Slowly I opened my eyes at the distinct feeling of weightlessness, meeting an amazing array of colors that shot around like falling stars.

Where...?

Sluggishly I tried to force my brain to start working again, I had just died dammit, but after a while gave up after the little energy I had gathered dispersed.

Honestly, I had thought I was a good person. I tried to not lie as much as some people had, and I loved my family like a good little boy. Yet this happened, it was too early, I hadn't been able to achieve the dream I had worked so hard for yet.

It wasn't fair.

But when was life fair? Countless people died before they turned ten, so I really shouldn't be complaining. My mother had taught me better then to sit around and complain without trying to do something about it.

I didn't know how long I had floated aimlessly in the rainbow universe, it could have been months, weeks, or seconds. It felt like seconds though before I was suddenly not so weightless was actually falling, from a rather impressive distance that did not make me scream like a girl.

I'm not s-scared of h-heights, don't go assuming things!

I wasn't quite sure if one could die after dying, but I suppose when falling from such a distance heading toward a rather hard looking marble floor.

I closed my eyes bracing for a painful impact that never came. When I opened my eyes I standing on the marble tile, on my feet and perfectly uninjured.

I glanced around the magic room in confusion. For a moment I had no idea where I was, then childhood memories started to come back to me.

I was standing in the hallway of the children's home that I had been adopted from. The doors lining the walls on either side of me lead to the bedrooms and just down the hall should lead to a way out. Except it didn't. Instead the hallway faded into a bright light.

I stared at the light wonder if it would lead me to heaven, or some other afterlife. I took a step forward planning to walk straight to my happy ending when a figure stepped out.

I stared in amazement at the gorgeous man that emerged.

Do all angels look like that? Because if so I think I'll be rather happy in the afterlife!

The angel's ice blue eyes gave me a blank look. "I'm not an angel."

"W-what?" I stuttered.

Could he read my mind?

"Yes." The ang- man answered.

I stared in rising horror. "But, but how?"

The man gave me no answer as a clipboard appeared in his hand. His beautiful eyes scanned the page before looking back up at me. "Your afterlife will be in the fourth door from me on your right."

I just stared not processing as the man turned around and headed back into the bright light. That was it? All I had to do was go in the fourth door on the left?

The man froze and turned his head to look back at me. "Right. The fourth door on the right."

"I know." I snapped back in defense. I mean I wasn't that bad at following directions.

The man studied me for a few more moments. "Don't get lost." He more stated rather than asked before continuing on his way.

One the man's beautiful backside was completely out of view I set to my task. I counted four doors down from where the light began and walked to the one on my left.

Just like he told me to.

I turned the cold brass knob and walked into the light that it offered me.

A giant was there to welcome me. A giant dressed in a weird white robe dress-thing, with a couple more giants dressed similarly standing nearby. I stared, stuck between horrified and awed, because heck it wasn't like giants were real or anything so it was rare to see one in real-life.

When he reached for me I instinctually tried to run, there was no way I was going to be eaten alive, but my body choose that moment to betray me and I was picked up as easily as if I were a feather.

"It's a boy Mrs. Weasley, congrats." The giant murmured, handing me off to another giant who proceeded to wipe my body all over with a towel.

What the heck is going on? Why in the world am I naked?

I struggled as the giants passed me around, trying to break free and hopefully get away. My body wasn't listening though and the giants hardly seemed affected by it as they murmured with each other and poked at my body.

"He's very lively." One commented, amusement clear in her voice. "He's going to be handful when he gets older."

The only reason why I'm so 'lively' is because I'm trying to get away! You're not helping anything by not being the least affected you know!

The way they were talking was making me nervous, but impossible and unrealistic. Why in the world would I get reborn? I hadn't done anything special, I was a normal guy with a normal life so there was no way that had happened.

But...If not that, then what?

"Here you go Mrs. Weasley." One of the giants said as she passed me over to a horizontal one of her kind. "Here is your new son."

I gazed up at the newest addition to my confusion.

"Hi there." She whispered to me. "I'm your Mummy."

I blinked up at her. Well then. That proofs it. I was reborn into a new body and on top of that I still had the memories of my old life. Weird. Maybe all babies were born like this and my memories would fade over time?

I hoped so I don't think I could handle being trapped in a baby's body.

Quite suddenly I was very tired, I suppose dying and getting reborn would do that to you. I valiantly tried to fight off the urge to sleep, since I still was trying to understand the situation, unfortunately it eventually won and much to my despair I was dead asleep within seconds.

Wait, did they say Mrs. Weasley?

...

I stared up at the mobile intently as the mini-Snitch and mini-Quaffle toys danced around cheerfully. As bored as I was I wasn't watching the mobile because it entertained me, I was in fact trying to find the strings that they were usually attached to were.

"I 'onder why he thinks the mobile is so cool." A young red-headed boy commented, who had been staring at me for some time now.

The other one, dare I say identical to the first, cocked his head the other direction. "Ma'be he fancies Qu'dditch?"

The first nodded wisely. "I weckon he does, it's is the best 'ame out 'dere."

"You took the words wight out of my mouth 'red."

Was he trying to say Fred? I wondered to myself. A couple of hours ago I might have freaked out about identical twins with one named Fred. But after everything that had happened, I was barely even shocked.

So what if I had been born into a family with the last name Weasley, and so what if I had older identical twin brothers. I could handle that. I could.

"Goe'ge?"

"Yeah 'red."

"Do 'ou dink that de name da gave 'im is weird?"

The second one nodded sagely. "I do 'red. I do."

Wait what? Now this development made me panic. I brought my gaze away from the supposedly floating mobile and focused on the clones staring down at me.

Wait what? Now this development made me panic. I brought my gaze away from the supposedly

"Da' said that he was named af'er a weally powerful 'iazrd from a muggle book."

"But no matter w'at Gandalf is too weird of a name fo' anyone."

Eh? Wait what?!

I stared uncomprehendingly at the two boys, the name Gandalf echoing through my head tauntingly. They couldn't be serious though, right? There was no way someone would name their child Gandalf of all things! Sure he was epic and everything, but he was an old man. I even felt old trying to imagine myself with that name.

The first snickered. "Ma wasn't very 'appy 'bout it either."

"She was weally, weally mad when Da asked for 'im to be named dat." The second grinned, eyes full of delight. "It was 'ilarious."

This was it. My life was over. I was a child named Gandalf because my father thought that it would be cool to name me after a character in Lord of The Rings.

Tears welled up in my eyes against my will. I couldn't handle this. I couldn't handle that my new family's last name was Weasley. I couldn't handle that I had identical twin brothers named Fred and George. And I couldn't handle that the mobile had no strings!

I let out a loud high pitched cry as tears fell down my face in waves. I hated this. I didn't wait to cry, yet I had no control over my emotions.

The twins disappeared from my blurring sight and were replaced by the same woman from before. My new mother.

She lifted me into her arms, placing me in such a way that I was looking over her shoulder.

"What did you two do?" She asked who I assumed were the twins.

"Nathin'." They said in perfect allusion.

My new mother must have given them that 'I'm your mom don't lie to me' look because after a few moments they confessed.

"All we did was 'ell 'im 'is name." One of them said softly.

I felt slightly bad, they really hadn't done anything wrong but be there when I just happened to have my break down. Break downs weren't normal for me, I usually tried to fix the problem instead of just sit a cry but I really couldn't do anything else at the moment.

The woman- Molly Weasley is my mother what am I going to do? -sighed and patted my back reassuringly until I finally was able to control myself enough to stop crying. "Why don't you too go bother your Father for a while?"

"Okay!" They both chirped, seeming all too happy before running out of the room.

"Honestly I don't know what to do with those two." Molly muttered affectionately and pulled me back until she was looking into my eyes. "I'm not too surprised that you reacted the way you did when they said your name. Poor thing."

Yeah, tell me about it.

"But a deal is a deal, I told Arthur he'd be able to name the next child, but I didn't think he was obsessed enough with muggles to actually name you after a character in one of their books." She brought up and hand and started to wipe my face gently, I closed my eyes at the feeling.

So this is what having a mother felt like.

"At least he named you after a wizard, for the longest time he wanted to name you Ringo."

Actually that wouldn't have been too bad, I mused silently as she placed me back in my crib, and I suppose nothing I could do about it though. But I definitely wasn't going to go by Gandalf my whole life, no matter how long it took I would figure out a nickname for myself.

…

Okay, so I was in the Harry Potter world, with prior knowledge of what was going to happen in the future. Well that is assuming that my presence hadn't already changed something.

From what I could tell I had somehow replaced Ron in the Weasley order of children. I deduced this using my wonderful detective skills. Exhausting my mind control powers of persuasion I got my new parents to hold a family meeting and introduce me to the rest of brothers all at once.

I found out that Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George had all been born ahead of me. Then I used x-ray vision I sought out a calendar and found out it was April of 1980, and since Harry was born in June of 1980 I knew that I had replaced good old Ronald.

I learned all of this through the super powers that I now had. It had nothing to do with the fact that Fred and George constantly talked to me about what they had learned that day. It had nothing to do with the fact that they were learning all about months and dates and ages. Nope it was all my superpowers.

I'm just that boss.

The real question was how this was going to go. Some things needed to stay the same, but not everything. There was also the whole deal with, you know trying to defeat Voldemort. I knew how he was going to be defeated, but that didn't mean that I was going to be able to actually accomplish my part in the whole deal. Ron was supposed to be in this position, but it seemed that somehow everything had messed up and now it was in my hands.

Of course that means somewhere in the whole mess I'm going to mess things up.

I did wonder if Ron was ever going to be born, or even Ginny for that matter. I did dislike the latter with a passion though, because she basically fantasized about marrying Harry her whole life and then somehow it actually came true. How I had no clue, it was honestly too much like a lovey-dovey fairy-tail for my liking.

Time passed, too slowly in my opinion, and eventually I learned to walk and finally run around. At around age one I could finally form sentences, though they never really made too much sense. To my surprise Molly once again got pregnant, I think she was hoping that she would finally get a girl the poor woman. The house was full of boys running and screaming so I didn't blame her for hoping for some companionship.

In fall, when Molly was big and pregnant, an odd sort of weight was lifted off the household. Molly and Arthur talked in hushed excited whispers about how The Dark Lord was finally gone. They talked about it for weeks before the baby was finally born and their gazes were diverted.

The baby was, in fact, not a girl. It was a boy and he was named Ron. At first I was happy to have a little brother, ecstatic really. But slowly I started to realize that Molly and Arthur's little time that they had to focus on me had just gotten that much smaller.

But I wasn't left alone like I thought I would be. Instead the twins started to spend more and more time with me. They tried to teach me things like numbers and letters. I'm not sure if their methods of teaching would have worked if I was actually my age. But I let them think that they were teaching me something.

By the time I was three the twins had become my best friends, and I, by extension, became their favorite toy to play with. Sure I was clumsy and overall bad at pulling off pranks, but I was one hell of a distraction.

One thing though became more than clear for me as I got closer and closer to my older brothers.

There was no way in hell I was going to let Fred die.

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