I do not own Harry Potter, but I would really love to.
"George?" Percy said timidly a he opened the door to Fred and George's room. Only now, it was just George's.
George rarely ever cries. When he lost an ear, he didn't cry. When he broke his arm, falling off his broom, he didn't cry. But now, he was sobbing.
"Yes Percy?" George said. He wasn't crying, but you could see the sadness in his eyes. Perhaps he had just ran out of tears.
"I-I wanted to apologize," Percy said, looking down.
"For what?" George asked in a dry voice.
"The wall fell on him, and I could've just pushed him out of the way-" his voice broke off, "It should've been me. I left the family for nearly 3 years, missed weddings, battles, important things. I acted like a huge prat."
"No Percy," George said. All of a sudden, his voice sounded strong.
"It should've been none of us. But life will go on, I can't keep living my life crying my eyes out when I hear the name 'Fred' right? I mean, look at Harry. He lost his parents, and his godfather and he's is still having a good life." He snorted, "but sadly its not with Ginny," he smirked, "Ron still has a cow every time they hold hands." Percy and George both smiled.
It had been so long since they had done it, it nearly hurt them. In the good way.
Meanwhile, up in Heaven, Fred watched his two brothers joking, laughing, and a first for Percy, playing pranks on the family. Percy was still being his bookish, slightly pompous self, but yet he seemed to comfort George more than any of the other brothers.
Since the Weasley's were now smiling, Fred was smiling.