George Weasley walked into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Though he had graduated (if you could call what he did that) more than two years ago, he had been here only a month ago, in the Battle of Hogwarts. The one where his little brothers friend killed Voldemort.
The one where Fred died.
Which was why he was here now. To honor the heroes who died in the battle of Hogwarts. There were so many. Besides Fred, Remus and Nymphadora (Tonks) Lupin, the Weasley families' good friends and Harry's dads' friend, had died, leaving a little baby to fend for himself.
Yet George felt like he was the only one who had lost someone.
No, he hadn't just lost someone – he'd lost his other half.
George and the rest of the Weasley's, plus Harry and Hermione, walked to the lake, where the funeral would be held. It looked a lot like the funeral for Dumbledore, and was being held in the same place.
Of course, the Weasley's had held a separate burial all for Fred.
"I would like to thank you all for coming." McGonagall said. "As you all know, we are gathered here to honor those who died in the battle of Hogwarts. Though they sacrificed a lot, we are glad it was not in vain. To fully honor them, we have constructed a memorial wall." She gestured to a large sheet covered thing, and with a wave of her wand the sheet fell of, revealing a dark black stone wall with names carved into it. There were so many.
George knew there was one like this at the Ministry of Magic, too. Except it held everyone who had died to Voldemort, which was a great deal more.
"Now, we would like to invite everyone inside the castle for a feast." McGonagall said, and with that she led everyone inside.
"Come on, Georgy." Molly said to her son.
"In a minute, Mum. I'll be with you in a minute."
She looked torn to leave her son or stay, but George shooed her away. He wanted to be alone.
George looked at the wall. He saw so many names he recognized. There was the Lupins, and people he had only known from a glance. They even put that git Crabbe's name on the wall.
Finally, he found Fred's name. It was no bigger than the others, which George thought was unfair.
He didn't realize he was crying until a tear dripped on to his hand.
Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him. "Hey." George turned around. It had gotten dark, so he couldn't tell who the girl was, only that she was familiar.
"Angelina?" He asked, suddenly aware that he had been sitting out here crying for a long time.
"Yup," she said, and then looked at thename behind George, "I'm sorry about…Fred."
"I don't want you to be sorry! I don't want anyone to be sorry." He said angrily, and then in a quieter voice, "I want him back."
"I know, George." She smiled, "Hey, remember in the fourth year when you tried to cheat the goblet? And you ended up getting beards?" He nodded.
"Or when you tested you sweets on the first years?" he almost smiled.
"Or when you guys left in the seventh year and left a swamp for Umbridge?" George actually smiled at that, "She deserved it."
"Yes, she did." They sat there for a few more minutes before Angelina continued.
"See, George, he is here. At the risk of sounding cliché, he lives in your memories."
"It would be better if he was actually alive." "Yes, it would. But would he want you moping about when you could be pranking someone, or helping others prank people through your joke shop?" George said nothing.
"Listen George, I have to go."
And just as she started to walk away, George calle out for her to wait. "What?" she turned around.
"Thanks, Angie." She smiled, and left George alone, with his memories.
Just a little idea I had. I wasn't going to put some Angie/George in it, but it just felt right.