Hi this is my first fic for HP. Im beginning to write for MI, HG and Divergent. Also Waterloo Road.
WARNING: Sorry to hit everyone's feels 3
FRED'S POV:
So here in Wizard Heaven, we are allowed to see everything and anything. Obviously (God that sounds like Snape)... haha... Obviouuuuuusly, I see Georgie. At a first glance, you can't tell he's missing an ear. I imagine he feels alone.
But George is happy! So he seems, it's Christmas dinner and mum is handing out the same jumpers to the whole family. As they all shuffle in the itchy woolen jumpers George turns to his left - where I usually sit and then looks down as Angelina Johnson (now Weasley) quickly notices his tears begin to fall while the rest of the family talk and laugh between themselves.
"It's alright Georgie, it's fine for you to miss him. He wouldn't want you sulking over him, he'd want you out there doing what you do best! Mischief!" she quietly sat down at her seat and then added "Managed" to the end of the sentence and quickly kissed him on the cheek where his scar from his ear began and squeezed him round the face so he forced a smile. I wished I was there. However I'm happy for them, I see them getting on. The Weasley house can't function properly with sadness. Even without me it's all happy, however happy it may be, there's still the element of trivial fun that was usually given by George and I that was missing. I'm missing.
GEORGE'S POV:
Mischief Managed was like our motto, our code word for "We've done it, me and you!" but now it's just me, George Weasley. We spent most of our time at Hogwarts knowing this. It was the last thing I said to Fred before he went.
"Fred! Pass the potatoes love?" Mum asked as everyone quickly went silent realising her mistake. Everyone then looked at Mum to scold her for what she had done. Usually Mum wouldn't have taken this - but even she knew that was off. Ron even stopped eating his chicken to look up at her. Brilliant.
I passed mum the potatoes and quoted Fred's sentence. "Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother." and began eating as Angelina quietly whispered to me again.
"He'd be proud of you." and started to clear her plate. I miss you Fred.
