A/N: OMFG! I'm writing on here for what felt like (and what was) a month! w00t. Lemme tell you, that book was the best. I don't know how many times I cried. All of my favorite people (and house elf) died! AH [cries for a long amount of time ok. So, here we go. God knows everyone and their mom has written about this, but here:

Grief. It is sad. I'm feeling it right now (no more HP books and my grandpa died on Harry's birthday! HOLY crap.)

Disclaimer!!! It's not my story; I'm just borrowing the background idea and the characters for a bit. I don't own this fine specimen of awesome.

George Weasley sat in front of the tombstone labeled 'Fred Weasley' and cried. It had been a few weeks since Fred had gotten killed in the Battle of Hogwarts, and he had come to visit the grave everyday since it was put there. Flowers, mostly from George and his family, were sprawled out everywhere. It was the most floral tombstone in the graveyard.

"George?" A soft voice called out to him in the cold air. He looked around to find Percy and Ron standing there, looking worried.

"You have to come back now, Mum wants you to eat with us," Percy said softly.

"You haven't in a while," Ron said, looking everywhere but at his brother and the tombstone. George got up with difficulty.

"Alright. I'll come with you guys. Bye Fred," he said to the tombstone. He heard a small sob come from Percy, and Ron mumbling, "It's alright, Perce. Don't worry about him; he was his twin after all." George couldn't help but let newly formed tears fall down his pale, freckled cheeks as they all walked back to the house.

Ron looked over at George and sadly smiled, wiping the tears from his cheeks extraordinarily delicately. George wrapped an arm around both of his brothers and started to full on sob. They all stopped walking and hugged one another.

"George, it's alright," Ron was muttering into George's shoulder. "Percy, help me out here!"

But Percy was just as bad, if not worse, that George. They were sandwiching Ron in their bone crushing hold on one another.

"Y-you are still here," Percy wailed, "You only lost an e-e-ear!"

"Why d-did he have to go, P-Percy?!" George cried.

"You're hurting me, guys!" Ron bellowed.

Finally, they all were calm (and Ron could breathe again), so they all walked to the house, feeling a little better than they did before they started to cry. Fred was still missed though, and everyone could tell George would never be the same without him.

A/N and BTW'S: Aww sadness! TT.TT

I have a newfound love for Percy now lol. I used to hate him until the last book. Now he's koolio.

I think all of the Weasley's should listen to the Fray and get all of that sadness out (does the Fray make anyone else cry?! Because their songs make me cry like a little kid!)

So yeah. My birthday is on the 15th. Only two more weeks!! I am excited. Also, I might not be on here next week because I'm going to Florida. So if my dad won't let me on his laptop, you guys are out of luck. Sorry! T.T I miss writing.

I'm working on a funny one shot right now, so it should be up after I get around to typing it lol. I like to ramble, don't I? Well, Happy August!! (We all have to go back to school soon…AH! I'm gonna be a freshman T.T)