A short and bittersweet Christmas story for you guys. Happy Holidays. :)
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He was alone. Utterly and completely alone in the graveyard. A red headed man whose face had a bitter sweet smile on it. He sat down in front of a grave and took out a bottle of Oak Matured Mead.
As he opened it he spoke to the grave. "Merry Christmas Gred." He said sadly as he remembered the pranks that they would pull when they were younger. "It's different without you here right now. Everyone else's at home, but I couldn't stay there. I needed to visit you. The rest of the gang is going to come later, but I needed to see and talk to you alone for now."
The grave gave no response, but that didn't stop George from continuing. "Do you remember our Christmases Gred? How when we still had to go to Aunt Muriel's we would drive her up the wall, literally thanks to one of our pranks. Then one year we set off a dungbomb and didn't have to go there again, thank Merlin."
George could swear that he heard faint laughter, Fred's laughter. "Then when the Tri-Wizard tournament happened, we had to go to the Yule Ball for Christmas. You took Angelina, and I have to admit, I was a little miffed about that Gred. I had wanted to be the one to take her, but you beat me to it. I'm going out with her now; we're going to become engaged once I get the joke shop up and running again. Really, we want to be married now, but Mum won't let us. She's worried that Angelina really doesn't love me, she's just trying to find a piece of you to hold on to, and since I look just like you…."
He could hear Fred say out loud angrily, Mum's wrong. Sod whatever she says, marry her Forge. She loves you, not me. I'm dead remember. She can't be in love with a dead person.
George gave a faint smile and poured the contents of the bottle overtop of his twin's grave. "Merry Christmas Freddie." He whispered softly.
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