Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, nor any of the characters.
George could never erase that one image from his mind. It was forever stuck there.
The way he'd looked upon his brothers' body lying on the stretcher; as lifeless and white as a ghost. The way he'd clutched Fred's body to his own, wanting, wishing, hoping for it to be a sick prank, and that Fred would awaken, jump up and shout, "Got you good, George!"
Alas, it was not to be.
He'd known that for eighty years now, as he sat on the empty bed of his dead twin, in the apartment they'd shared, when they ran their joke shop together. It was their birthday that day, and George did what he'd always done; spent it alone in Fred's old bedroom, surrounded by his things, clutching the last Weasley jumper their mother had ever knitted Fred.
Any other year, George would have cried his eyes out all day, begging, pleading, for his lost twin, but this year was slightly different. George felt somewhat peaceful, and had only managed to cry three times.
As he took one last look at a photo on the bedside of himself and Fred, he lay down and closed his eyes.
He was soon in a deep dream state, that somehow felt ... real.
"Finally, George, you're here!" Fred cried out, standing in front of him, as his twenty year old self.
"Where exactly is 'here', Fred?"
"Why, it's the afterlife, of course!" Fred exclaimed, sounding excited. "I've been watching, waiting here for you for the last eighty years."
George couldn't believe his ears – or more so, his ear.
"But aren't I dreaming?"
Fred just smiled at his twin, before embracing him in their brotherly hug that George had so dearly missed.
"I've missed you so much, Freddie." George murmured into Fred's shoulder, suddenly sounding like his twenty year old self, almost a mirror image of Fred.
"Well, you're here now, that's all that matters, Georgie."
When Fred II found his father the next morning in that bed, he did not cry.
He smiled, for he knew that his father was finally happy again.
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A/N: I keep writing depressing George/Fred drabbles... I apologise for that. I also apologise for, well, how quickly it seems to go, really... I'm merely looking for some feedback, if that's okay.
~Em