"FREDERICK ARTHUR!" The shriek echoed across the air. Heads turned to a small crowd forming in the middle of the platform.
"JUST BECAUSE YOUR FATHER DID SOMETHING WHILE HE WAS IN SCHOOL DOES NOT MEAN YOU MUST DO IT AS WELL!"
Harry grinned at Ginny and they went in search of their kin. Forcing their way through the few people hording around three figures, Harry pulled Lily in front of him and surveyed the seen. George was guffawing openly as his wife chewed out a young boy that was the spitting image of his father and late uncle.
Nudging his father, James pointed to a body lying on the floor, holding a large, slimy, pink thing. Harry let out a bark of laughter as he realized the effects of a Ton-Tongue Toffee. Well, Freddie was bound to turn out like the Weasley twins, living around the shop growing up.
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A/N: I hate how JK didn't say what happened to George so I took it upon myself to write a bit. This can be inserted somewhere in the epilogue. I didn't name his wife for a reason, JK might have had someone in mind or not, we may never know. I also love the idea of George naming his son after Fred. Ah man…Fred.
To all those who write George suicide fics:
J.K. Rowling: Well, I don't think that George would ever get over losing Fred, which makes me feel so sad. However, he names his first child and son Fred, and he goes on to have a very successful career, helped by good old Ron.