[Well here we are, our final meeting.]
George stood over his brother's body, his eyes unable to tear away from the peaceful looking face of his twin.
[If you told me it would end like this, I wouldn't be believed I'd be standing here above you, crying tears upon your face imagining your eyes would open if only I'd say the right thing. If I could say the right thing]
George wiped the tears that fell from his eyes off his cheeks and tried to calm himself down. His heart felt cold, numb. Empty. His hands fiddled with his brother's wand. He could swear that it was still warm from Fred's touch. Visions of his brother's smile flew through Geroge's mind as he gazed down at him.
[And it looks just like you are sleeping, so peacefully at rest after the longest, hardest day. And you look so sweet at if you're dreaming. I only wish you could awake before the angels carried you away]
George could hear people around him, talking in hushed whispers, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. It didn't matter anyway. He remembered the nights with Fred where they talked about what they wanted to be when they grew up. Where they wanted to go. How tired Fred got sometimes of watching their mother cry after the loss of Percy. George's eyes flickered over to where Percy was hugging their mother, who was sobbing into his shoulder. He sighed and looked back down at Fred, fresh tears filling his eyes. How he always wanted them to be together, no matter what.
[So it's time to let you go. Fly away now and be free and in your never-ending slumber, will you please save a dream for me?]
George gently placed Fred's wand in his hands. Folding them carefully so they gripped the wand. He leaned back and gazed at his work. It was like before the war ended when they were both too afraid to sleep without their wands close by.
[And I will gently place this flower in your hand before I leave. They say you cannot take it with you, but this could be the one thing. This love could be the one thing]
George felt a hand on his arm and looked down to find Ginny looking up at him, a gentle smile on her face. She took his hand and squeezed it gently. George felt tears rush down his cheeks as she collapsed onto his sister's shoulder, sobbing softly. Ginny let him cry on her shoulder for a bit before pushing him away and wiping off his cheeks.
"George he's gone but he's still there. He's still watching over you. Still waiting to make pranks on people." She said gently. George nodded, unable to speak. He squeezed Ginny's hand and turned his back on his twin. Together, he and Ginny walked away from Fred. George turned and looked back at his brother for a moment before turning and walking with Ginny to join the rest of his family.
[And it looks just like you are sleeping, so peacefully at rest after the longest, hardest day. And you look so sweet, as if you're dreaming. I only wish you could awake before the angels carried you away. Carried you away]