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A/N: It's my birthday today and I just had to do something for Gred and Forge. Written on July 31/07 and NO I'm joking.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear George! Happy birthday to you!" the song rang through the kitchen and everyone looked at him.

He forced himself to smile, it was expected after all and they had gone to so much trouble to make this day as special as they could. They'd gone to the cemetery and placed flowers on Fred's grave, wished him a happy birthday wherever he was now and then they'd spent the day playing Quidditch and just generally joking around. Outside he looked fine, but inside George Weasley was quietly dying. His twenty-first birthday, the first without his twin by his side.

Later that night, after everyone had gone to bed, George stayed up, staring at the bed that had not been slept in for nearly a year. He had seen plenty of kids playing pranks on their parents today and all he could think about was what he and Fred might have done to commemorate their birthday if he was still alive.

George sighed, closing his eyes he tried to get to sleep. He could hear soft sobs as he did and thought they were his mothers, until he felt the tears streaking down his own cheeks.

"I miss you so much Gred." he sighed, wiping the tears angrily from his face. "Happy birthday."

A/N: Wow! That was WAY more depressing than I thought it would be. Oh well! Have a good day people and may we always remember Gred and Forge!