A/N: This was going to be longer but I forget about it and couldn't remember where I was going to go with this. Don't like, don't read. I know it's short and I apologise.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

George stared at the familiar grey headstone he'd visited countless times before. The rest of his family had already come to see Fred earlier in the day, but George wanted to see him without a crowd around him. It was the only time they could really talk, even when Fred was alive. They used to sit in their room alone together, either planning pranks, developing sweet for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, hiding Percy's badges or deciding on a place where they could hide next time Aunt Muriel came to visit

George's son – the little Fred – nearly always came with him to visit the uncle he'd never met, and was with him right now. George trusted him. The second he'd seen his seen his son after he was born, he knew he was as mischievous as he was, so Fred was an appropriate name for him. Roxanne was also a cheeky kid, but she'd never visited her uncle more than a few times. She doesn't like graveyards.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Freddie?"

"What did Unca Fwed look like?" The toddler asked.

George smiled at his son, before lifting him up and giving him a piggyback. "Almost exactly like me. I was much better-looking until my ear was lobbed off my head."

Fred's small arms tightened around George's neck as he giggled. "Do I look like him, too?"

"To the very last strand of ginger hair," George reassured him.

"Good."

"Say goodbye and happy birthday to your uncle, Freddie," George reminded him.

Fred released one arm from his dad's neck and waved at the grave with a tiny hand. "Goodbye, Unca Fwed. Happy birthday."

"Happy birthday, Fredders," George said his brother. "I'll be back soon."

George turned on his heel and walked away from the grave, Fred still on his back. He Disapparated at the gates and arrived outside the old doors of his shop. He put Fred down.

"Do you want to see my shop for the first time, Freddie?" He asked, and got an immediate answer when Fred squealed and jumped up and down saying, "yes, yes, yes!"

George chuckled. He didn't realise there was a man watching him from behind a tree in the graveyard.

Fred smiled, watching his brother and his nephew walk away. He knew his brother missed him but it wasn't like he wasn't there with him at all times. He'd been keeping an eye on him ever since the moment he died. He'd been there when the war ended, when he started dating Angelina – which, by the way, Fred wasn't mad about. He'd always liked Katie, anyway... He'd watched him raise his first child and his second child. He had been there the entire time.

George thought he saw something but when he looked again no one was there. He could have sworn he saw someone identical to him watching him...

Shrugging it off, George silently walked out of the graveyard.

WHY OH WHY DID FRED HAVE TO DIE?!