I'm heading to the viewing platform again.
Mad Eye says I come here far too often for it to be healthy and Mrs Potter hits him round the head with a wooden spoon.
That's how things usually function round here now.
She offered to come with me.
She does most times.
Sometimes I accept, but today's our birthday.
Today I want to see him on my own.
It's been two years.
Two years of life with the dead not ageing in the slightest.
Some say they envy the dead, but really the dead envy the living.
I come here almost every day.
I started off even sleeping here.
Mrs Potter wouldn't have that though, ever since Sirius came to see Harry with Mr. Potter and found me. Or James, Lily and James. I need to work on that.
They brought me back with them and Mrs Po- Lily, took me in. And of course every time I come to the platform Mad Eye tells me not to, but I have to see him. I just have to.
I stop just outside the entrance to the platform to take a deep breath.
I'd seen them last week planning a party, but George had objected. He said not without Fred. Not without me.
I wish I'd told him I love him.
I walk onto the viewing platform and just say his name into the emptiness. "George Weasley, The Burrow"
They appear.
Mum and Dad and Bill and Percy and Charlie and Ron and Hermione and Harry and Ginny and Lee and Angelina and... and George.
George with his party hat and arm round Angelina and sitting in the living room with the sofas and everyones laughing at something Lee's said and George- George isn't even looking.
His eyes are resilultly stuck on the kitchen clock, not to check the time. His eyes are on my hand, just as they were last year. The hand baring my face stuck on the label: Dead.
Dead.
It's like he doesn't want to believe it. Still doesn't believe it after all this time.
Oh, George.
Come on, mate.
Smile.
Smile for me.
He frowns slightly, and for a moment I think he can hear me, but then it's gone and Angelina's looking up at him.
He squeezes her shoulder lightly and she puts her head on his chest. She looks after him. They all do. I know it's time to leave. I shouldn't stay any longer, but I can't tear myself away.
It's then that I feel a hand on my shoulder and look up, seeing Mad Eye.
"You come here far too often, boy"
And it's true... I just manage a grin and tear my eyes away from the scene. But as I do I swear George turns his head, looks right at me. I meet his eyes which widen and I grin and so does he, but it's not at me. It's at the whatever's happening behind me and my heart sinks. Mad Eye gives me the most sympathetic look one really can with one eye as he leads me away, saying, "Come on, time we got you back."
I let him lead me away.
Happy 21st Birthday, Georgie, and I know we never said it, but I love you, mate.