Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter X)
It was weird to think that so much of who he thought he was and who he wanted to be only existed when Fred was by his side. He had never realized how incomplete he was until now. Every day, George felt as though he were living half a life, despite the happiness of his friends and family, who grew older and moved on.
George Weasley was twenty-five years old, but he felt like an old man. Occasional silver hairs accompanied his ginger ones, and he had visible lines around his brown eyes. George still had his magic sense of humor that brought joy to the most dismal of situations, but for the past five and a half years, he used it only to mask his hopelessness.
On a rather chilly day in the middle of August, George visited his father in the Ministry of Magic. Arthur had still worked for the Ministry, but often mentioned retiring in the near future. His son, who he'd not seen in ages, insisted on stopping by to take him to a nice place for lunch. Before meeting his old man; however, George decided to take a quick detour. The young man always had a way with the arts of clever deception and sneaking, and with little to no effort, he swiftly found himself in the deepest, most secure area of the Ministry: The Department of Mysteries.
Now, to find what I'm looking for, the man thought with a regained, familiar sense of playfulness that always came when he felt mischievous. He was glad to be up to no good once more, even without his partner in crime. George trekked surreptitiously to the farthest corner of the ominous room. It was there, perched on a shelf, that he saw the packaging. Inside the box were little glass cases. He gathered one case and studied its contents intently. Within the glass was a little ring-shaped golden locket with a tiny spinning hour glass at its center. George removed gently the necklace and turned the dial.
"See you soon, Fred."