A/N I DON'T OWN HP!
It was April 1st, his birthday. George made his way to Hogwarts, where Fred, and the others who died in the War, were buried. He did this every year, and every year was the same. He knelt on the ground next to the grave and put his hand on the tomb stone. "Rest in peace Freddie, my soul hasn't quite yet healed." His tears fell to the ground. "Happy birthday Freddie, I love you." He got up and made his way to leave. "i love you George" he felt it in his heart. Fred would always be with him.