Written for The Golden Snitch!

Dia De Los Muertos Event- Write about a character celebrating Dia De Muertos.

Extra Prompts: Marigolds, Bread, Gregory Goyle, Presence, Spirit, Return, George Weasley, Godric's Hollow, Orange, "If I don't visit here, who will? Who will make sure he is okay?"

I'm in Hogwarts, Slytherin.

WC: 605

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Gregory Goyle did not originally know what Dia De Los Muertos was. He did not really understand it until he visited Vincent Crabbe's grave. His American cousin had tried explaining the holiday to him, but he could never really grasp it. But, when he set down on the cold, crunchy grass at Vincent's grave at Godric's Hollow. Understanding dawned on him.

Together, Crabbe and him could have gotten through everything. But, what was one without the other? How could life really go on. It was six years after the battle, yet he still caught himself offering a triple chocolate muffin to his right, turning his head to point out anything to his right. But, his right was bare now, nothing but empty space. Sometimes filled with a passerby walking down the street.

How does life really go on? Who could really want life to go on? To never hear someone's laugh, to never see their smile light up their face. Never hold a conversation with him.

That's why his cousin told him about Dia De Muertos. Grieve, yes, but be happy as well. Life goes on, remember but do not forget! He brushed his fingers across the stone, before setting up a small memorial of orange Marigolds. He had already set up a few altars at his home. He even had help making the day of the day bread, Pan de muertos. He took a few pieces out of his satchel to enjoy, while also taking out a small, handmade sugar skull, placing it on Vincent's tombstone.

"Hey, what is that?"

Greg turned his head, to see who had intruded on him; it was one of the Weasley twins, George he thought.

Grunting, he turned his body sideways before he answered, "visiting Vincent, celebrating El Dia De Muertos. But, this is Day of the Dead bread, and that is a sugar skull, those are flowers."

"Is that some kind of holiday?" George asked instead, ignoring the sarcasm, as he sat down beside Gregory.

"Yeah, it's usually celebrated in Mexico, or in other Spanish homes. It's a three day event honouring those that have passed. Do you want a piece?" Greg said, as he offered George some bread.

"Thanks," George took the offered piece, and continued, "Were you close with Vincent?"

"He was like my twin, like my other half. But no one else really cares. So, if I don't visit here, who will? Who will make sure he's okay?"

"I know what that's like, I lost my twin. Everything I do reminds me of him, of us. I can't even stand to be around my family anymore, they still call me his name, still think of us as a package. But we're not anymore. We haven't been for a while now."

They sat in silence, both picking at their bread. The silence wasn't awkward, it was comfortable. There was a rush of wind that lingered over them, caressing each of the young man's cheeks, before resting. Neither of them commented on it, just relished in what felt like the presence of a spirit. Both wanted it to return, both hoping it was their lost brother.

When it didn't return, and the space of the graveyard seemed too much to bear, they left.

It became a ritual each year, Gregory and George would meet up on Halloween, and celebrate the holiday. Each baking bread, and creating small altars. Then they would visit each grave, together. No longer alone in their grief. It brought meaning back to their life.

Besides, they no longer had any one else to turn to, so why not turn to each other?