A/N: Hey guys! So this is my latest Harry Potter fic :D In the next coming chapters we're going explore life after The Battle of Hogwarts through the eyes of Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley and George Weasley. Anything that is in italic will be either a flashback, memory or letter and each chapter shall be named after a song that I feel fits certain feelings within each chapter. Hope you enjoy! I, unfortunately, do not own anything but the plot.

Hymn for the Missing.

George's POV

George wandered hopelessly around the empty flat he had once shared with his twin. Longing to hear his laugh, waiting for him to jump out of nowhere and say "SURPRISE! Am I the best prankster ever or what!". But that wasn't going to happen. He would have to learn to live without his brother, his best friend, the other half of him, and the lesson was going to be a hard one to learn. Only 24 hours had passed and he already felt like giving up. He decided to start going through Fred's things as he thought of his poor parents back at the Burrow. All they had of their son were his old childhood things in their tatty old bedroom. They deserved to have some of his things. After an hour of sorting through Fred's belongings, he suddenly came across a strange box that had a note attached to it. It read;

'In case of untimely death.'

George opened the box cautiously. It was filled with random bits of parchment that Fred had written on, some of their inventions from the shop and a letter that was addressed to George. George opened the letter and began to read.

'George,

If you're reading this then, well, we both know whats happened. But, the good thing is that if you are reading this, then you made it! I'm sorry that I can't be with you anymore, I wrote this because I wanted to be prepared. We knew what we were signing up for when we said we'd fight alongside the Order. I will be honest; I'd rather have died a hero than an old man who did nothing with his life but run a joke shop (which I am proud of, but, still). I hope I did die a hero. Anyway, the whole purpose of this box is for my funeral. Mum's going to be too distraught to plan things through, lets face it; you all are. I am amazing after all. But seriously, I know this is going to be hard for you all, so I wanted to help. In the box are little ideas I scribbled down when we were supposed to be revising for our exams in our final year (running Umbridge out of Hogwarts was much more fun though!). They're things that I would like at my funeral. Everything should be much easier from here on out now that you've found this. Everything you need to know is in this box, I made sure of it.

And now, I want to say goodbye, because I've got a feeling that however it happens, I'm not going to get the chance to say it.

-Tell mum that she drives me up the wall but I love her so much and I'm sorry I wasn't always the easiest kid to put up with.

-Tell dad that I love him too and that I wouldn't be half the man I became if it wasn't for him.

-Tell Bill and Charlie that they are the best big brothers any guy could ask for and tell Percy that too (even though he gets on my nerves! But I still love him).

-Tell Ron that if he doesn't get with Hermione within the following year that I will him haunt him until he goes completely insane! And tell him that he's gonna be alright, and I'm proud of him.

-Tell Ginny that I love her to the moon and back and I will always be with her no matter what, even though she won't need me because she's strong enough on her own.

-And tell Harry that its okay.

George. I cant imagine not seeing you everyday. Not running the shop with you or playing Quidditch on a Sunday afternoon at the Burrow. I'm sorry that it came to this. Like I said about Ginny; I'll always be with you no matter what. You're not getting rid of me that easily! Please, look after Angelina for me? She's a nice girl. You too might even hit it off. Which I'm fine with by the way. I couldn't think of anyone better for her.

Please don't be sad Georgey. It'll be okay.

I love you.

Fred.'

George broke down into a puddle of tears. This had been the first time he had cried properly since Fred had met his untimely end. He allowed the letter to drop to the floor as he laid down on Fred's bed, hugging his knees to his chest as he sobbed. Mourning the loss of his twin.

George sat on the edge of his bed in his old bedroom at The Burrow, re-reading the letter Fred had left for him. He had given his parents the box of Fred's funeral plans only 10 minutes before and he had left them to go through everything. There was a sudden knock on his door as he finished reading the letter for what must have been the hundredth time. When he didn't respond, the door slowly opened and Angelina Johnson poked her head through cautiously.

"Hey", she said quietly. George gave her a quick nod before returning to his letter. "Your mum said I could come up", she told him as she entered the room fully, closing the door behind her. "Can I-?", she gestured to sit beside him. George nodded silently, his eyes still on his deceased brother's letter. "Is that from him?", she asked. George nodded once more before letting out a sigh.

"He planned his own funeral, left the plans in a box and wrote this letter for me to find", he explained, wondering whether he should let her read it or not.

"That's Fred all over isn't it?", she chuckled softly. In that moment, George decided to let Angelina read the letter. Tears rimmed her eyes as she read through the entire thing. "I did always tell him he had a way with words", she sniffed as she handed the letter back to George.

"Its still not right though, is it?", George suddenly said, his voice louder than it had been before.

"What isn't right?", Angelina asked.

"That we're all here and he's-", he stopped, unable to finish his sentence. He suddenly felt Angelina's hand on his thigh and he was unsure how to react.

"He did die a hero, George. Everyone that died in that battle died a hero", she tried to reassure him.

"I know", George sighed, unable to figure out how to explain his thoughts and feelings. Angelina patted his thigh gently with her hand before using it to push her hair back behind her ears.

"Well, I better get going. I just wanted to see if you were okay", she said as she stood to her feet.

"I doubt I'll ever be okay again", he told her honestly, his voice back to its quiet, unnerving volume. Angelina sighed as she looked at him sadly before leaving. George looked up at the door as she left. Anger filling his heart and mind.