Trying to break my hiatus to bring you all something to read. Enjoy!
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George was never the same after the war.
He still held on to memories of Fred. While the entire house had gotten over the grief of their loss, George never seemed to want to forget.
He never smiled since that day. It was like a part of his soul had left him with Fred.
George was cleaning some old photo frames. Mrs Weasley had given him something to do. He sighed as he tapped the frames with his wand, turning them from grimy and grey to sparkling again.
He went over to his bed, and stuffed his head into his pillow. It had become some sort of habit for him already. He cried rather soundlessly into the pillow. Every single thing he did reminded him of his twin…
He didn't know why, but he had the sudden urge to laugh. He tried to force his face straight, but his face broke into a smile, and he laughed. It was rather a small giggle like laughter at first, but soon, he was laughing till he was clutching his stomach and his eyes were shining again.
Behind the slightly ajar door, Ginny lowered her wand. Her cheering charm had worked.