Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
No Longer Funny
By: ChoCedric
George Weasley walks into his lonely, empty joke shop, a sullen and miserable look on his face. As he stares at all the items that he and his brother created, his heart seems to crack even more than it has already. For standing in this place brings back all the happy memories they used to share, memories which held companionship and laughter.
He recalls testing each product he invented on himself, and Fred doing the same. Each mishap they discovered, they only laughed about afterwards. Life with Fred was nothing but fun, but life without him is a nightmare reality.
As he goes up into the flat that he and Fred shared, he stares vacantly at his brother's side of the room. His bed is still unmade, and that is such a Fred thing that it hurts George more than ever. A Weasley sweater with an F emblazoned on it is hung on the back of one of the chairs, and another surge of pain ripples through the twin that is left behind. He wishes he could disappear, disappear into the gaping hole that is now deep within his soul, empty and cavernous.
As he settles into bed that night, George comes to the conclusion that he wants to sell the shop. Nothing seems funny now, none of their items seem remotely amusing. In the end, it's all come to nothing. And what's the point in owning a joke shop when there's nothing left to laugh about anymore?