This is just a set of one-shots I came up with in class. Set post-war, different times, different situations, they don't go together at all.
George had spent 17 years with red, planning pranks and inventing new tricks, but they had never been separated before. Until now, anyway. Now, Fred was spending a lot of time away from the store, never telling his own twin where he was going or where he had been and George was tired of it.
One day, after Fred had off to Lord-knows-where, George went down to Madame Malkin's and bought an Invisibility Cloak. When Fred got back that night, George, as per usual, asked where had been.
"Hmm? Oh, nowhere special, just visiting someone."
"Who were you visiting?" No reply, just a distracted shrug, as usual.
The next morning, when Fred left, George slipped on the Invisibility Cloak and followed his twin on a meandering path ending at the Leaky Cauldron, where he snuck into the fire as Fred flooed to Hogsmeade. Confused as to why he would be going there, George stayed close to Fred, walking past the gate to Hogwarts to a clearing just outside the village. George recognized the place at one and knew exactly where Fred was going.
A few moments later Fred stopped at a small cherub statue and gently touched its cheek. George was surprised to hear his twin crying and reached out to touch his brother's shoulder.
"Why didn't you tell me, Fred?" Not looking up, George turned his face toward his brother.
"I figured you'd be angry."
"Not at all. I would've come with you. Why would I be mad anyway?"
"You weren't the one who yelled at her for fighting. You weren't the one who she jumped in front of the Killing Curse for. I was…it's my fault." Fred's tears were flowing quickly now, his shoulders shaking. "I can't even look at Harry anymore. I'm the one he blames, you know."
George knelt next to his brother and put his arms around him.
"It's not your fault, Fred. She made the choice to protect you. Harry understands that. We all do. No one blames you."
George was silent for a moment before nodding. The two boys sat at Ginny's grave for nearly an hour, comforting each other and telling their baby sister of their latest inventions, grieving together. The inscription above the entrance to the cemetery read:
All Forgiven, None Forgotten