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This was for George. This was for George, so he would smile. This was for George, so he would be happy, even if it was temporary. This was for George, so he could get a short break from his sadness and anger.

She could still remember September 1, 1991. She was crying on Platform Nine and Three-quarters, watching her brothers leave for Hogwarts. George had made her laugh. Leaning out the window, waving his hands, George had shouted, 'We'll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat!'

It had temporarily relieved her sadness.

Now Ginny was returning the favor; she wanted to temporarily relieve his sadness.

Ginny stepped back to admire her masterpiece.

Every single toilet seat that belonged to Hogwarts, except the one in Ginny's hand, was suspended in midair above the Great Hall. Each toilet seat was charmed with a run-away charm, making them virtually impossible to retrieve.

She had spent all night creating it, and she had to slip Filch a sleeping potion to make sure she wouldn't get caught.

Ginny took out the camera that she borrowed from Katie, and she pointed it up at the floating toilet seats. She took three photos, and each of the photos slid out of the camera.

She tucked the photos into an envelope, tightened her grip on the toilet seat, and headed towards the owlery.

She knew that she would eventually get caught, and the exhilaration and fear was racing trough her mind. But it wasn't the bad type of fear; it was the good type of fear. The type of fear that sends excitement through your veins and causes your heart to pound with exhilaration.

When she reached the owlery, the pale light of sunrise was just beginning to spill over the horizon. Ginny grinned at the sunrise then looked down at the letter in her hand.

George,

I hope you enjoy the toilet seat and the photos. Don't tell mum.

Love,

Ginny

Ginny handed the toilet seat and letter to her owl then she sat outside the owlery and watched the sun rise.

This wasn't just for George, it was also for Fred. He would have been proud.