I do not own George and Fred.
( Somehow, that doesn't sound right. )
Rephrase: I do not own Fred and George.


Even though it was dark, his red hair stood out as he crouched down near the snow-covered grave. His twelfth visit this week, and it was only Wednesday. He put his hand on the stone.

'This is it, Fred,' he whispered, 'I'm getting married. I… I always imagined you to be my best man, but I guess that's not going to happen, is it?'

He smiled sadly as he rested his forehead against the cold marble.

'Truth is, Fred,' he sighed, 'I don't know who I should ask. I never thought about you not being at my wedding, I just assumed you would be there, you know? It never crossed my mind that I'd be alone one day, you know?'

George sighed, lifting his head and staring at the picture on the grave. His twin laughed and winked at him, and a tear slid down George's cheek.

'I miss you, Fred. I'll save you a seat in the front row.'

He stood up and walked to the gate of the cemetery, shivering in the cold wind. When he reached his house, he gasped as he saw the note that stuck to his front door.

Ask Percy.

George looked up to see Castor and Pollux twinkle back at him and for the first time since long, he felt truly happy.


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In case you don't know, Castor and Pollux are formed by the stars of the constellation Gemini (Twins).