"Hey Fred." George said in a sad but happy voice. "I'm a little bit early but i skipped out on the speech not realy our thin.." he trailed off. He smiled sadly his shoulders slumped his hands in his pockets. It was silent.
"I miss you Fred. It's not the same without you." he said in a terribly sad dejected voice. His eyes misted with tears.
"I opened the joke shop this year. Well you know ickle Ronniekins helped me." he said smiling "You were right. He's really grown into himself, and of course he's dating Hermione."
"I guess I better keep 5 sickles on me at all times because you won that bet." he smiled at his joke but then his face and posture shifted to one of agony regret and remourse. "Your proof of that I guess."
He stood for a minute in the crisp air. "Mum and Dad are good. Harry's still dating Ginny but he's as good a bloke as you could ask for. Percy is working his way up in the ministry, and yes he is still a great prat sometimes. Bill and Fleur are great they have a baby on the way. Charlie is back for just today and tomorrow. He has to get back for some new important research." he blurted in a rush.
"I plan on Weasley's Wizard Wheezes being the biggest joke shop in the wizarding world, you know branch out into Hogsmeade and maybe even market some more products to the Ministry, you know like we used to talk about." he sighed a deep sigh full of pain and ainguish.
"Well hopefully I'll be rich find a pair of twins and settle down somewhere." he laughed as he knew Fred would particularly like that one. "You know like we used to talk about." He was sad yet felt better finally being able to talk Fred again.
A cold wind blew through the grounds and he rubbed his arms for warmth. He felt insignificant and small as that of those who have suffered things beyond thier control.
"You know Fred I still have trouble sometimes." sounding as though he was about to cry "Som-sometimes" he stuttered and wiping his eyes on his sleeve. "look at me being all womanly." he said dejectedly. He sniffed his nose and continued. "Sometimes Fred I still forget your not there and I expect you to finish my sentence or for you to start the sentence. But your not there and I get all sad and mental." he was no longer crying and he looked relieved to have that particular burden off his shoulders?
He sat down and looked toward Hogwarts. He thought about why Fred was buried here. "Mum wanted to put you in the family plot, but we figured you would want to be buried here where everything took place."
George sat in silence next to Fred's tombstone, surrounded by the others who died on that day, looking at Hogwarts. He sat there for what seemed forever. Then he started to sob. Uncontrolable frame wracking sobs. He didn't know who he cryed for himself or Fred.
He continued to sob.
Sometime later he wiped his eyes on one sleeve and his nose on the other.
"Sometimes I just get worked up you know?" he asked in such an innocent voice one would never expect it came from such an infamous person as George Weasley.
"I think about you and me and how it should of been that way forever. We were more than brothers, more than twins, we were best mates!" he looked to be on the verge of crying again "It was just always Fred and George and now I'm to be expected to except it's just George." he sighed and seemed to come to a resolution.
"I'm sorry Fred I'll suck it up. I know what you'd say." he smiled and he seemed at peace.
"Everyone's getting out of the service now." I think I'll just go and find everyone and bring them back.
"I know we didn't ever say it Fred but I wish I'd told you more.." he seemed to be unable to finish.
"That's where you'd swoop and save my sorry bum." he smiled.
"I love you Fred." George said quietly and then went to find the tell-tale flash of Weasley hair to signal a relative.