The red haired man walked slowly in the cemetery. It wasn't an unfamiliar place, he'd been a regular visitor ever since – He passed the all too familiar graves. Almost each of them, were people he once knew. The boy who always picked his nose when he thought nobody was looking. The girl with the longest hair he'd ever seen, sometimes he'd catch her combing it in between classes. A couple; he'd never known their names but he knew they were from Ravenclaw and he'd see them sometimes walking around with dreamy gazes and talking about their future. Surely, this wasn't one of their plans. He stopped. The second tomb from the third row; right next to Lupin and Tonks.
Fred.
He remembered the last time he came here; he'd begged for forgiveness.
"Hey."
No answer. Of course there wouldn't be but sometimes when he came here and said "Hey" he could almost hear Fred saying "Hey you."
This time he didn't.
"I hope you're still not mad at me." He gulped. This was hard.
"I-I know you are but…" He sighed. "She was my only hope." A low whisper. He hoped Fred had heard him. Maybe he wasn't even listening.
"I know how you felt about her. You—you were starting to love her. I know you even considered a family with her."
He took a shaky breath.
"I wish it was you." He whispered. Then he continued a little louder: "I wish it was you who married her."
He felt a small wind brush his hair. Fred was listening.
"I can't always make her happy, I—you know; I was so drowned in guilt that I probably turned our wedding into hell. It was just that I knew; when I stood there at the altar, I knew that it—it wasn't my place."
His face was wet.
"It was yours." Merlin, why did he keep whispering? Why wasn't his voice coming out louder?
"I wish you were here to make her happy." He smiled bitterly. Who was he kidding?
"You know what? I wish you were here to make me happy."
It was true. He didn't remember the last time he'd laughed. He smiled and he joked but laughed?
They used to laugh together. George had never laughed alone before.
He cleared his throat.
"But you have to forgive me Fred." He said; a little more confident. "You have to forgive me because I've – we've found hope, Angie and I." He smiled.
"His name is Fred."
The wind grew stronger. George smiled.
"Yeah, we named him after you. I—I didn't think I could go on anymore Freddie. I thought of so many things. I never told you this before but—I've tried coming to you."
The wind was now harsher. George could picture Fred saying: "You're an idiot."
His smile grew.
"Yeah, I know." The tears had stopped now. "I know I am. But then Angie was pregnant and before I knew it, he was here."
His breathing was steadying now.
"You should see him Fred. I know you can, so take a look at him will you? He's the most beautiful thing, I swear."
The wind was calmer, soothing. "I know." Fred was saying, "I've seen him."
George smiled again. Maybe he was going crazy, who knows? But he'd like to believe Fred was really here, talking to him. The ones that love us never really leave us, Harry had once said, I've learned it from a wise man.
George sighed.
"He doesn't look like me though," he said, "He looks like you; he's handsome."
And then for the first time in years, George laughed. Because he knew Fred was laughing with him too.
So this was a little rushed but I had to do it. Came to my mind so suddenly. I know there must be tones of stuff like this but it'd still make me happy if you took a little time and reviewed. It always does.
Lots of love;
Necesisstas