Sleep, Freddie
"Sleep, Freddie." Molly Weasley whispered to her four year old son as his eyes fluttered shut and he drifted off into the lad of dreams. She ran her hand through is bright red hair a few times before standing up. She glanced over at George, who was already asleep. For some odd reason Fred always had a harder time falling asleep than his twin. Mrs. Weasley sighed things were never boring with Fred and George in the house. She exited the twin's rooms which as now filled with two sleeping boys.
Ten year old Fred Weasley crept down the stairs of the burrow and in to the kitchen. Quietly he walked over to the cupboards.
"And what do you think you're doing?" Someone asked.
Fred froze and then slowly turned to face the owner of the voice. His mother.
"I was just-"He said
"Just what?" Mrs. Weasley asked
"Nothing." Fred said hurriedly.
"That's what I thought." Mrs. Weasley said "Now off to bed with you." She said.
Fred nodded and scurried up the stairs back to his room.
"Fred, what are you doing?" Asks a very sleepy George.
Fred looked up from the map that was spread across his bed.
"Watching." He said
"Obviously." George said "Why though?" George asked propping himself up on his arm.
Fred only shrugged "I dunno." He said looking back down at the Map.
"Just don't shine that light so much." George said falling back on his bed.
Not too long after Fred tapped the map and muttered "Mischief Managed." He set the now blank piece of parchment on his dresser and extinguished the light. He lied down on his bed and, like his twin, drifted off to sleep.
"You're still awake?" Fred said to George in the flat above their shop.
"Yeah." George said leaning back on the couch.
Fred walked over to the couch and sat down next to his twin. "Funny." He said "Usually I'm up longer than you." Fred joked.
"You're still awake." George pointed out. "Or is this some apparition I see before me." He teased
Fred laughed "True he said agreeing with his first statement.
The twins sat there for a while longer talking when, George finally announced he was going to bed.
"Night, Freddie." He said he said heading to his room.
Fred sat alone for about 15 more minutes before he too got up headed to bed
"Some night, huh?" Fred said lying on his bed in his and George's room at the Burrow.
"Some night." George agreed fingering with the gap on the side of his head where his ear was once located.
"How does it feel to be earless?" Fred asked his twin jokingly
"At least I'm not brainless like you." George teased.
"Hey, I find that offensive." Fred said pretending to be offended.
George lacked and flicked his off. "Night, Freddie." He said lying down on his bed.
"Night, Georgie" Fred muttered as he stared up at the ceiling. Not 5 minutes later Fred flicked his light off and drifted to sleep.
"No, no, no, no." George said entering the great hall. He stormed over to where his mother and father stood
"George…" Molly said carefully
George ignored her. He knelt down next to his twin.
"Wake up. Freddie, wake up." He said "I always go to sleep first remember."
"Just please wake up." He begged. Predictably nothing happened. George let his tears fall freely. "Fred." He begged wiping his tears off his twins pale face. "Wake up." He pleaded one last time.
Mr. Weasley placed a hand on George's shoulder. George stood up and his father hugged him. Mrs. Weasley then knelt down next to her dead son. She recalled the time she would stay up with Fred when he was young until he would go to sleep.
"Sleep, Freddie" She whispered has she ran her hand through is bright red hair one last time.