Disclaimer: i dont own hp series. although, i wouldnt mind owning fred.... (;
AN: so this is about 19 years after fred died.
Geogre walked along the wet grass of the lawn over to his brother. It was a cold day yet again. But then again, when hadn't been a cold day since Fred left? George sighed. It was gloomy as ever. He'd been silently dreading this day but catious not to tell anyone, especially his mother. Ah, his mother. She had taken the blow hard as well. Well, definatly not as hard as George. George pulled the collar of his jacket closer to himself and continued to walk on. When he reached his destination, he sniffled a bit, took a deep breath of the cool April air, and began to talk to someone who wasn't even there.
"Happy birthday, mate," George said smiling. "We're 38 now. Getting old, ay?" He chuckled slightly.
"It's been awhile since we've last talked. Little Fred, well he isn't very little anymore, is in his 4th year now. He's the little troublemaker, he is. Reminds me so much of you. Callie is in her second year. She's so much like Angelina," George told his brother.
"Ron and Hermione's son, Hugo just started school. You remember me telling you about Hugo, don't you? Yeah well, he's joined his sister, Rose, in Gryffindor. Proud of him, I am. Harry and Ginny's younger boy, Albus just started as well. He's in Gryffindor too along with his brother James. Their daughter Lily hasn't started yet. You know mate, I'd never thought much about kids. Knew i wanted them but didn't know how to act. It's great being called 'daddy' or 'Uncle George'. I wish you could experience the same," George explained smiling weakly. He began to reminisce on all the great times he and Fred had. As he was thinking, he started to become angry with Fred for leaving him at such a young age.
"Why'd you have to go, mate?!" He yelled through his tears. "I needed you! We still had to pay off Harry! We had to run the shop! We had plans! Plans, Fred! Why'd you have to do this to me?!" George yelled again and the tears that were coming down on his face began coming harder and harder.
George barried his head in his hands and continued sobbing, constantly saying "Why?" "Why?" He hated Fred for leaving him. George had never once thought in his life that he would have to live without a twin, without a brother, without a friend. The hot tears started to slow and soon came to a stop. He wipped his eyes, took one last look at his brother's grave, and walked away, the engravings still stuck in his mind...
Fred Weasley
Beloved friend, son, and brother.
"Mischief Managed"