Hi guys! This is a small (sad) one-shot of what I think George would say at Fred's funeral :( I read a few like this, but none of them really struck me as what I think George would say, so I hope you enjoy!
"I'm George Weasley, as I am sure all of you know, Beater on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, prankster of Hogwarts, co-owner of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, and Fred Weasley's other half," George said sadly, with a tight smile that didn't quite reach his face, "Fred was-is my best friend and always will be. But I'm not here to tell you the life story of one person in two peoples' bodies, I'm here to tell you about something that happened to me after the big war, something that finally made me realize that Fred was gone for good and just how much I love him" The whole audience looked up sadly at the grieving red-head, "-and then maybe I'll tell you about some of our greater pranks." He added as the audience gave a small chuckle.
"We were just starting to clean up Hogwarts from the war, and a small group of us found this mirror. Harry called it the Mirror of Erised. He told us that it showed you what your heart's greatest desire was. He looked sadly and longingly at it and told us not to get too attached to it because it would only destroy our current hopes and happiness. So, of course, everyone took turns looking in it and most of them sadly walked off after seeing it. I was the last one left, so I looked in the mirror and I saw myself. 'How can this be?' I thought to myself, 'I thought this was supposed to show me my heart's greatest desire, not myself?'" George took a shaky breath and continued, "I stood there for a few more minutes before I noticed something: my reflection had both ears, he stood in a slightly different way, and he had an impish grin, quite unlike the frown I had upon my face. I realized: it was Fred. I almost broke down right there and then, and all the while I was thinking-and still am thinking: he was white and I'm black, and together we made grey, he was peanut butter and I'm jelly, and together we made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, he was the water to my ocean, the frosting to my cake, the milk to my cookie, the best to my friend and most of all: the punchline to my joke. So when I realized he was gone, it hit me real hard, and all of a sudden I remembered all of the things that we did together that I would now do alone. It's even hard for me to finish these sentences because I keep thinking that Fred will be here to finish them for me. 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good' I've never said that alone, and I will never play a prank with him again-or finish his jokes."
George took a deep breath, "But, Fred would not like us to just sit around on our lazy butts and mourn for him-we have to get up and move on in our lives (but don't forget him)! If you want to honor him, don't grieve that he lost his life, remember that he had such a great one before! I mean, we have to at least go have a Butterbeer or something! Voldemort's dead for Merlin's sake! And even though we will always be 'Gred and Forge', maybe I should try being 'just Forge' and eventually I will catch up with Gred; eventually we'll be okay again-even if it hurts now."
Thank you for reading this! Idk it didn't really turn out like I had in mind but it's still okay in my opinion… Any more ideas for Harry Potter stories? I have an idea (Hurt/Comfort, Hermione after the war) but I'm not sure how to start it. Thanks again!
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