Imma Kiwi Bird: FRED. NO. I DID NOT WANT HIM TO DIE. END OF STORY.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; JK Rowling does. And while Miss Rowling is a goddess, she has still left me broken in the wake of her final book.
Beloved Son, Brother, and Master of Tricks
Oddly, Harry Potter never visited Fred Weasley's grave. It ached with pain inside of him when he told his wife that no, he could not go visit Fred because he was too busy, and sorry, but he would make up for it later.
He knew Ginny went every week; on Sunday. She met up with Ron and Hermione there, and then they would trudge on together to Fred's gravesite and simply sit there, relishing their memories they had off him, and occasionally bring up one memory they had.
He knew that Fred's twin brother, George, visited him every single day, around the same time Ginny would arrive every Sunday. But George always came early and left before they arrived, or he would arrive after they left and stay there longer than her normally did.
Three years after the Great War; three years after Ginny's brother's death; Ginny was ripe with their first child. She feared she would not make it to the cemetery to visit her dear brother Fred, so she requested Harry do it. He protested about not being there if she went into labor, but she told him she had planned a way to get over to Luna's house; just in case.
So when Sunday came, Harry slipped out of bed and put on dress robes (he didn't know if you could wear normal clothes when you were visiting a grave), and left the house with a sigh.
Apparating beside the grave, Harry stood in front of the two-foot marble gravestone and remembered that he had been the one who had purchased it; "It'll be my gift to him," He had told a sobbing Mrs. Weasley, who had burst into tears and collapsed onto him, squeezing the air from his body.
It has his name engraved in semi-fancy lettering; below that, the date of his birth, and his death day. And then:
Beloved Son, Brother, and Master of Tricks
Harry squinted down at the stone, and he swore he could see something else below the word 'Tricks'. Bending down, he examined the writing.
Someone has added 'and missed twin' in scrawls of thick, black ink. Harry blinked, and then stood up straight. He only knew one person who could've added then. Stopping down again to look at the writing, he noticed it was actually freshly put thereā¦
Today.
Harry bolted up, glancing around wildly for any hint that George was around. He seen no one, and he heard nothing. No sound of footfalls, no cracking that would show George had Disapparated. Frowning, Harry conjured a single lily up for Fred and set it before his gravestone.
Harry left. But he came back the next day, to find not one lily, but two, lilies lying on the ground in front of the white marble.
