Fred, we miss you.
Slowly the month was drawing to an end leaving the devastation of the previous battle was beginning to be overcome as everything was returning to normal despite the numerous loss. Or that's what was happening outside of the Burrow.
The Burrow was once a place of happiness but in the last few weeks it had been one of solitary and misery as the absence of Fred hug over them all.
Ginny walked past the twins room where she knew George to be. For the first time since Ginny could remember it was silent when someone was in it. No explosions, no bangs, no fizzes, no laughter, no anything. Doubt began to draw on Ginny as she began to suspect that George might not be in there.
Cautiously she pushed the door open and slid into the room which was still full of packed prank products with the odd trick sweet lying lazily on the floor. Deep among the maze of boxes was a pair of beds perfectly made with Gryffindor banners draping themselves across the bed. I shuffled around the boxes and one of the beds came into my view. Despite the light blue pillow engraved with a large golden swirly 'G' lying at the head of it I knew it was Fred's.
Parallel to it was another bed which I was shocked to see a stocky red head curled into the fetal position, clinging tightly to a light blue pillow with a large golden swirly 'F' engraved onto it. Ginny felt her heart move dangerously in a violent movement. It pained her to see her brother like this so broken.
Gently she sat herself down on the foot of his bed, unwilling to disturb Fred's bed. "Do you want to de-gnome the garden with me?" Her voice was so gentle and soothing, much like a mother's. George shook his head violently and stubbornly, like a child. "How about play Quidditch?" she suggested immediatly realizing her mistake; that was the twin's thing.
"Just go, Ginny" he whispered softly and sadly which gave Ginny the hunch he was about to cry. She nodded slowly despite the fact she knew he wasn't looking. Slowly she began to leave the room but not before turning and speaking to him this time softly, sadly and slightly angry. "We miss him too, you know?" She said, a bit upset that he was pushing them all away because of his loss.
He needed them and they needed him she thought strongly as she left, leaving George alone to mourn the lost of his twin.