Chapter 1: Where the Wrong Goes Straight
There we sat, among the hundreds that came to pay their respects. The Burrow has never been so busy, nor so quiet. George wasn't seen. He wasn't heard. And we didn't want to be the first one to point this out to him. I didn't think he would be able to make the eulogy, but he was and throughout most of the time, while the look on his face was withdrawn and painful, no one even dare look at him, he stood up in front of The Burrow and talked about his dear identical twin, brother, companion, best friend, Fred, and he was laughing, he was laughing like he was back in school pulling pranks on Filch or testing out products on first years.
The actual funeral was a few days before with only close friends and family. George didn't come in for this, but afterwards I popped in to get my handbag, eyes still full of tears, and I saw George, sitting up front with the closed casket lose himself in tears. His words were unrecognizable but I ran up to get him when I heard the words slip out of his mouth.
"I'll be there sooner than you think, Gred."
His tears were too much to handle at this point and I grabbed his shoulders and led him up the aisle. He tried to turn around on multiple occasions but I used all the force I could muster to keep him moving straight ahead, without turning his back on his poor, deceased, brother, twin, companion, best friend.
"I don't know what I said there, Hermione. I'm sorry if it scared you." His words were barely audible but I could make them out nonetheless. We walked outside and the first person to grab him was Percy, followed closely by Molly, followed even more closely by Harry, which surprised everyone.
"You're not going to do this alone, George." Harry said in the soothing voice that made everything better for anyone who heard it, except George.
" I'm not George, I'm Forge," He whispered still, "I promise you, I'm Forge."
Back at The Burrow we all heard the crunching of grass I turned around for a moment, partially to see who it was, partially to wipe away the tears that were coming down whether I liked it or not. I missed who it was the first time and when my face went back to George it was a look of pure disgust. He ran towards the mysterious man with his wand pulled out at full range.
"How dare you, how dare you come here, you swine. Get out of my house, get off of my property!" The entire room had turned around by now to see a wandless, frightened, Draco Malfoy who came in his best suit fully ready for the memorial.
I gripped Ron's hand. It was my only safe place at this point. I look to my right and see that the only free spot in the place was directly to my right.
"I promise, I came to only listen. I came here as a memorial, to right my wrong."
"I said get out! You and your entire family can leave the country, the pain you have caused everyone is unbelievable. Get out of my brothers memorials."
All of the Order members that were left stood up now, ready in case of a sudden attack of Death Eaters that hadn't been destroyed in the war. No one knew what to think, Malfoy, traitor on both sides, coward on both sides, Malfoy. Here? It just didn't make any sense.
George noticed the absolute fear on his face and saw that Malfoy made no attempt to attack, or initiate any type of conflict at all. "Sit." Malfoy took a second look around and started moving when he noticed the empty chair next to me. He sat down
"Granger."
"Fuck you, Malfoy."
