A/N: This is the first fanfiction I've ever posted and I am also currently writing another fanfiction about Scorpius Malfoy's first year at Hogwarts (Title: The Malfoy of Gryffindor) and I should start posting it soon. This story is a oneshot so please R&R.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, any of the other characters in the books, or any part of the Harry Potter universe (I wish). I do however own the plot of this story.
Gone
George sat in the corner of the Weasly's living room that he and Fred had so often occupied together. He was watching everyone else sit and talk quietly and cry and had been crying slightly himself, although for the moment he had forgotten what about. He turned to Fred to comment on this when he remembered; Fred was gone, he had died in the battle of Hogwarts. George had tried to forget this, but there were constant reminders everywhere, from the crying of his family to his mother's clock where Fred's hand was now permanently pointed to deceased.
George turned back to the eulogy he was supposed to be writing for Fred's funeral on Thursday and he started remembering the last major prank he and Fred had pulled before they started the joke shop. At this thought he started to laugh as he hadn't laughed since Fred had died.
"George, dear, are you all right?" his mother asked, her voice full of concern. "Is something wrong?" George looked up and noticed that everyone was staring at him looking extremely concerned.
"I'm fine," he said wiping away tears of mirth and trying to control his laughter. "I was just remembering the prank Fred and I pulled on Umbridge in our seventh year."
"You mean all those fireworks you set off?" Ginny asked, starting to giggle as well. "Those ones that Umbridge and Filch couldn't get rid of?"
"Oh yeah, and all the teachers would call Umbridge in if one got in the classroom so that they could watch her struggle with it," Harry said, laughing too.
"And don't forget that portable swamp they set off before they left," Hermione said, chuckling.
"And those nifflers that you gave Lee so that he could let them loose in Umbridge's office," Ron said, laughing now too. "They were great." By now everyone was laughing and remembering everything Fred had done when he was alive and how much he had loved laughing and making other people laugh, and George decided that this was what the eulogy would be about, how Fred had loved to laugh and that he had died laughing.
That night in bed George realized that even though Fred was dead he wasn't really gone, and never would be. Remembering everything about Fred that afternoon had helped George realize that even though Fred was dead his memory wasn't and he would therefore never be truly gone. As long as there were people to keep Fred's memory alive, people who would never forget him, he would never really be gone. For the first time in days George went to sleep peacefully and with a smile on his face, happy and content again at last.