My first Harry Potter fanfic, so I hope you all enjoy!
It had been years since his other half had died, years since he had truly laughed. His usual cheery grin and enthusiastic laugh had been replaced by a cold frown and half-hearted laughter. He wondered, so many times, why he was still alive.
He crept into the room where his beautiful wife and darling son were sleeping. They had yet to name their precious little boy. George really didn't have the time for such matters, he was too busy. At least, that was what he kept telling himself.
"Angie?" he called softly, not wishing to disturb his wife if she was still asleep. "Hmm?" she mumbled quietly, turning to face George and the light that was flooding into the blackened room from behind him. "Just wondering if you were awake," he whispered as he moved to sit on the edge of Angelina's bed. She smiled slightly, placing her hand on George's shoulder and squeezing it gently.
George smiled back; the sadness and grief from all those years ago were reflected in his eyes and weaved into every inch of his small gesture. "Oh George," she said, sitting up and wrapping her arms around his neck in a comforting manor. "Please," she whispered into his ear as he looked towards the old, hand-me-down cot that held his baby boy.
"Don't cry." She was too late though, as the fell slowly and Fred's death replayed itself over and over again in Georges mind...