George POV. After the Battle of Hogwarts
I tried to convince myself to stop crying; to stop thinking about Fred. It wasn't working. I lifted my head from my hands and looked around our-my-room. My wand was conveniently nowhere in sight. I had not-so-happy thoughts running through my mind. They consisted of joining Fred on the 'other side'. He would kill me if I died. Trying to clear my head, I jumped to my feet and started to dig through the drawers in our desk. It hasn't been opened since before Fred-before the battle. My hand felt something smooth, obviously a wooden object. I carefully extracted it from the drawers. It was a picture frame. Inside the frame, was a photo of Fred and I "borrowing" Percy's wand and attempting to set his hair on fire. Apparently Mum took a picture before scolding us and taking the wand back. At first glance, the picture frame was nothing special. A plain, light colored wooden frame. At the end of our first year, we decided to write something on the frame, to remember everything we did that year. We wrote the words of a legendary group of pranksters- the Marauders. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." "Mischief Managed." Fred enchanted the writing, of course. It changed fonts, alternated the colors of a rainbow, and the words flew around the frame. When Fred first suggested that we write on it, I disagreed with him. I wanted to keep it neat and clean. I have never been so happy that Fred did something I didn't like.