Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes
George stood in the middle of a nearly deserted Diagon Alley early in the morning before business hours, gazing despondently at the sign hanging above the door to his and Fred's—no, Fred was gone, it was just his now—shop. The shop was never going to be the same, George knew. With only one of the twins, there'd be less jokes, less new ideas, and the whole atmosphere was borderline depressing. George took a deep breath. If the store wasn't going to be the same, then its name shouldn't be, either. He raised his wand, and with a painful flick, a small change was made. George smiled sadly up at the new sign.
"Well, it's more grammatically correct, now. Funny how a little apostrophe makes all the difference," George sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I miss you, Fred." With a final look at his new sign, he headed into the newly re-named shop that would never be the same.
Weasley's Wizard Wheezes