It had been fourteen years; fourteen long years since the battle of Hogwarts, since Lord Voldemort had finally been defeated. It was a day that surely, no one would ever forget, for many, many more years to come. Especially for George, he knew that others had been lost that day, he knew it was probably selfish of him to only be thinking of how his life fell apart that day, so many years ago. He couldn't help it though, loosing Fred, it had destroyed him, wrecked him, pulled his life apart.
Slowly, George walked to a small cemetery in Ottery St. Catchpole with a single Rose in his hand. It wasn't that long a walk from the Burrow, where he was spending his day but he was freezing. "At least the weather had the decency not to rain today" he muttered to himself as he made his ways past graves, getting younger as he passed them. George felt his heart begin to beat faster as he came nearer to a far too familiar place. He swallowed, hard. The lump in his throat just didn't seem to go away, no matter how many times he tried to swallow it down.
George didn't know how long he had spent talking to Fred, whether he could actually be heard, he didn't know, but it had been so long since he had just sat there, talking to his brother. His best friend. With a heavy sigh, George stood, leaving the Rose placed carefully the the stone. He looked over the grave, reading Fred's name, their birthday...Fred's death day. A chocked sob escaped his throat and he quickly covered his mouth with his sleeve. Twenty was too young to die, there was still so much more for Fred to do. George sniffled a little and wiped his nose. "I miss you Fred" he said quietly, the lump in his throat seeming to grow and making his voice waver and sound shaky. With one final look over Fred's grave, George gave a sad smile and turned away, shoving his hands in his trouser pockets as he left the cemetery.