For all you potterheads. I DO NOT OWN THIS STORY. It is a fanfic I liked and decided to share with you guys. HEY FRED George Weasley walked quietly through the cemetery on a crisp summer night. He stopped in front of a grave, and sat in front of it with a sigh. On the grave was a name and message etched in stone. It had looked fairly new, which wasnt surprising since it was only a couple weeks old. Fred Weasley April 1st, 1978- May 2nd, 1998 A loving son, friend, and brother Mischief Managed Thats all the tombstone had said, it was short and to the point, but George knew that Fred liked things simple, and the message was simple enough. With a big intake of breath, George got ready to pour out his heart, and with that he spoke. Hey Fred. How are you doing tonight? I would tell you that Im fine, but then that would be a lie. Its been two weeks since you were taken from me, two weeks. And do you know what? This is the first time that Ive cried. Why did it have to be you? Why couldnt it have been someone different? Why did it have to be you who bit the dust, instead of me? Im sorry, I take that back, that was rather selfish of me to say. If Id died in your place, then youd be the one in this predicament, crying over me. You were my brother, my partner in crime. You were my best friend. And now that youre gone, Im not the same as I used to be inside. Cuz when you died, a part of me died that same night. Ill keep your memory alive though. Ill keep your memory alive, and hopefully, Ill be back to who I use to be. I better get going, Fred. Mum will go bonkers if Im out any longer. Ill be back before you know it though. Ill be back tomorrow evening, so wait for me. Every evening George visited his brothers grave. And every day, the speeches always started the same. George seemed pleased on this one particular night, more pleased than hed been in a while. Hey Fred. How are you doing tonight? I finally went to the shop today, and youll never guess what. The shop was packed. Customers were buying things left and right, in your honour. I couldnt agree with them more. Ironic, isnt it? Youre even famous when youre dead. Ironic isnt it Fred? I best be getting back, the shops probably a zoo. Im going to make some new products, in your memory. The days had passed, and everyday George visited his twins grave all the same. From winter to spring, and from summer to fall, he was always there. The year had passed and it was April 1st, 1999. On this particular night, he seemed more upset than hed been in a while. Hey Fred. How are you doing tonight? Happy birthday by the way, happy birthday to you. We turned twenty-one today, you and I. I know I shouldnt be sad on this particular day, but it really hard. Celebrating this day without you is difficult, you see. Mum got me another jumper, thats the 21st one and counting. It had an F instead of a G, and she began blubbering. She said shed make a different one, and apologized for her mistake. I told her it wasnt necessary, and Id take it anyways. I brought a present for you. Would you like to see it? Its a picture album of just you and me. I know it isnt much, but it was the best I could do. Besides, you always said the simple gifts were enough. I have to head out, its almost midnight, you see. Once the clock strikes, our birthdays over. Everyday George had still continued visiting his brother, through hot and cold, and through wind and rain. After a while, daily visits turned to weekly visits, and weekly visits turned to monthly visits. Hey Fred. How are you doing tonight? Im sorry its been a while; Ive been getting busy more often than not. Ive started seeing a girl, you know who it is. I hope you dont mind, because its your ex-girlfriend. Yeah, Im seeing Angelina, have been for about a month. I understand why you liked her; shes great to have around. I have a secret to tell you...I think shes the one. I have a date with her in an hour, so Id best be going. I think I might tell her I love her. What do you think of that? The monthly visits soon became yearly ones, and on one particular day, George seemed...happy. Hey Fred. How are you doing tonight? I got married this afternoon. Thats right, I got married. It was really happy moment, everyone was all smiles. It was a good feeling; I hadnt felt that way for a long time. You werent forgotten though; we had a toast that evening too. Honouring you, I figured it was necessary. Oh, and our dear Ronnikins decided to steal the spotlight. He proposed to Hermione. The prat stole my night! I dont really blame him though, I was actually quite glad. It was about time hed done something; I was getting kind of annoyed. I think him and Harry had something planned. The boy who lived soon after proposed to Ginny, our little sisters engaged. I gave him the talk, with a few threats here and there. I dont care if hes a hero, The Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One, The Defeater of Voldemort. If he breaks our sisters heart, I told him hed go from hero to zero. Angelinas waiting for me, our honeymoons starting soon Were going to New Zealand, a dream come true for her . It had been another year since George came to Freds grave, and on this particular night he was beaming with glee. Hey Fred. How are you doing tonight? I have great news to tell, in fact, Im still shocked about it, you see. This morning, Angelina had a baby...a baby! Im a daddy. Can you believe it, Fred? Im a daddy. We named him Fred Weasley, but I promise I wont get confused. At least I hope I dont, because I have a feeling hell grow up to be just like you. I have something you might want to hear. Something to tell you. The hole that was in my heart has begun to heal after all these years. I knew, looking into my sons eyes that everything was going to be alright. I knew that you wouldnt want it any other way. It wont heal completely, but its better than it was before. The ache doesnt gnaw at me anymore. It doesnt make me wish it was my last. Im sorry to cut this visit short, but I have to get back home. I have a son to get back to, now that you know. Georges visits became less and less frequent as the years went by, and after a while George was just another passerby. He would sometimes put new flowers, but that was a rarity. He would sometimes smile at the grave, but the conversations had stopped. There was no more Hey Fred. The stone had started to fade, from all the weather, and dirt, and old age. If anyone had bent down to read the inscription, they would have had to squint, try to figure out what it had to say, and some of it would still be impossible to read. George had aged too, he had become old and grey. He was alone, in his simple cottage house. Angelina had passed away a month prior and his children had already become grandparents themselves. George felt a strong urge to visit his brothers grave one night. He believed he would soon breathe his last, he believed it with all his soul. He sat down by the grave and talked to it, just like he used to. Hey Fred. How are you doing tonight? Its been a long, long time, and Id have to say Im ashamed. I dont have an excuse either. Im sorry. My moments coming soon, Fred, I can feel it coming on fast. Ill finally breathe my last breath. Ill finally be at peace. Ill be with you soon...you can count on that. George slept very peacefully that night, with a smile from ear to ear. But when he awoke, his smile was gone without a trace. He frowned in confusion, at the mirror in front of him. George couldnt help but think that this mirror was strange. After all, the reflection had ginger hair, George was positive his hair was grey. The reflection had two ears, instead of just one. Just to make sure, George touched the gaping hole in his head. His reflection mirrored the movement, only it was smiling, and it pulled on its ear. George reached up to stroke his beard, only to find it was gone, and he frowned even more in confusion. His reflection copied his movements again, still smiling. Still curious, George reached up and plucked a hair from his head. It was ginger, not grey. Everything about his reflection was identical. It looked like George, it mirrored his movements. Everything was the same. The only difference was that his reflection had two ears and it was smiling. Why was his reflection smiling, when he, George, was frowning? His reflection was smiling...His reflection was smiling! George began to beam with realization. George was dead, and this wasnt a reflection, this was Fred! George was finally with his brother, his partner in crime, his best friend. Fred grinned back even more in response. It was good to finally have George back, and for the sake of it, Fred couldnt help but say Hey George.
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 22:10:32 +0000
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