April Fool's Day
JAZZ
George Weasley walked along the path through the cemetery he knew so well. He came here whenever he was feeling down, when he needed someone to talk to, or when he was just feeling a little lonely. Whenever he missed his brother, in short.
He came to a halt in front of Fred's grave. It had been nearly a year since Fred had died in the Battle at Hogwarts. It was April Fool's Day now; Fred and George's birthday. George took a deep breath and laid Fred's present down on the ground in front of the well cared for grave.
"There you go, Fred," he whispered sadly. He opened the box he had with him. Inside was a cake. It had Happy Birthday, Fred written on it in icing. George summoned twenty candles from thin air with his wand. He placed them in the cake one by one, careful not to smear the icing words.
"Make a wish, bro," George said, setting the cake down next to Fred's present on the grave. George took another deep breath, fighting back tears. After a while, he turned to go.
A soft wind ruffled George's hair, pulling him gently back toward his brother's grave. George stopped and turned back. The candles on Fred's cake had been blown out by the wind. Tiny furls of smoke wafted slowly up from the extinguished candles. They seemed to speak to George. He smiled, glancing up at the sky, where he knew his brother was definitely having a great time.
"Probably spying on God, or something," George muttered, his smile growing slightly. He turned away again, this time cheerfully humming "Happy Birthday" to himself. Maybe he would go have a party, too…