June 25th,

Well, today was the funeral. I still cannot believe he is gone. Fred and I no longer share secrets or joke around. My family still has no idea how he died. I do not think it is murder because I can't think of anyone who has a grunge against him and he did not commit suicide because he was not that unhappy. This does not make sense if he wasn't sick or pain inflicted.

George stared at the sentence he wrote. He gulped at the image he made up in his mind of Fred. He winced at the thought of him just sitting there one minute and the next minute lying dead in Knockturn Alley. Instead of finishing the thought in his diary, he set his quill down and closed the diary. He then stretched and yawned which made him feel sleepy. There was a knock at his bedroom door.

"I just do not understand mum. He was my brother and my best friend. What did he do to deserve this!" George choked out. "Do you know anything yet!" Molly Weasley smiled through her tears. "Thankfully, your father is investigating your brother's death. Remember that I still have you and your brothers and sister. You know what I am going to miss most about Fred?" Her hand started to stroke his cheek. "The love and happiness he gave us." George looked at his mother whispering. "I wished there was something I could do," "Honey… There was probably nothing that you could do," Molly started hugging a very sorrowful, sobbing George. "Go ahead and cry, my sweet baby boy. Cry all you want,"

George woke up in the middle of the night during a thunder and lightning storm that was engulfing the Burrow. He looked over at his twin's empty bed wanting to expect him to be staring at him, grinning at the excitement of the storm. George's stomach flipped flopped just at the sight of Fred's bed. He closed his eyes and tried to will himself to sleep. His eyes kept flying open at the sound of thunder. He glanced around the room and saw a dark pale figure standing at the foot of his bed. "Hello, George…"

"Hello, George…" The voice repeated. Then lightning shined on the red headed figure. "George… Why don't you say hello to me?" To his disbelief, Fred was standing right before him. "You… You're here! But you're dead!" "Yes… I know I am dead. What has been going on?" "What the fuck do you think!" George was sitting up wide awake, harshly whispering. "What caused you to die? We need to know!" Fred started to grin. "I knew this was going to come up when I came back. Go find my diary," Fred watched George hesitate. "Get out of that bed and find the diary!" Without answering or taking his eyes off his brother, George went over to his brother's nightstand and opened a drawer. He saw the black diary sitting in a mess and grabbed it. "Start reading from diary entry March 6th and that is all the information you will need. Whatever you do, never tell Angelina or the family what you read. I just want to protect them for their own sake," George stared at his brother. "What do you mean?" Fred grinned wider. "Just read, bro…"

March 6th,

Such a great day! George and I sold a bunch of edible fireworks. Made over 500 galleons! I sent some of my half to Aksari and Celeste.

"Who's Aksari and Celeste?" George thought aloud. "Why are you sending- Fred, where are you?" Fred had disappeared, leaving George alone with his diary. He was still a little scared at the visit from of his brother. He read on:

I sent some of my half to Aksari and Celeste. I cannot wait until they are ready to come live with George and me. Then I can be there for my daughter.

"DAUGHTER! Fred, what's up with this secret! How can he keep a secret like this, this long!" George gasped.