Hi. I'm bored at work and want to go see the movie. Enjoy.

Fred hadn't meant to steal all the glory. It was an accident and any dead person who had been watching was well aware of that fact. Fred felt pretty darn sure that if the matter were pressed, he would have plenty of witnesses on his side. Though he also planned to be far gone from the world of the living by the time accusations were flung.

It was because he was bored. Many things in Fred's life had been simply because he and his brother George had felt bored. Boredom was the obnoxious older brother of invention and Fred knew it well.

He was bored because the night had not gone quite the way he had intended it. Dying, for one thing. No, Fred had not seen that one coming. He figured it was just life getting back at him for all the jokes he had pulled, but death still kind of sucked.

Then there was the nonsense of battle. In Fred's opinion, the whole thing should have ended a long time ago. Death apparently clarified situations, made facts blatant, and Fred felt the most obvious thing to do would put Harry and Voldemort in the same room and let the sparks fly.

Though he did have to admit there was a lot of wickedly awesome things to see in a battle. Like viewing one of those Muggle videogames his dad liked so much.

Then, finally, it happened. The moment everyone had been waiting far too long for.

It was quite beautiful, really. Poetic. Harry facing Voldemort, spouting something off about love and bravery and Snape (Fred wasn't too clear on that situation, but whatever). Harry did a truly terrific job of it and Fred was quite proud.

But Fred was also bored, and he had never been the type to long tolerate fancy speeches.

So he was left with his boredom and the ghostly remains of a wand… such a funny thing to cross over.

Half-listening to Harry and Voldemort, he cast a spell. Nothing major.

Though apparently good enough to destroy Voldemort. Magic of the dead did strange things.

But he figured he would let Harry have the glory.

The End