The weeks following the battle George wandered around. A mer shadow of his former self. But what more can you expect from someons whose just lost his other half. Slowly, his former personality returned. Life seep ing back into eyes, and the bounce creeping back to into his step. Even so, there were small differences. His sense of humor had become darker and more sarcastic. At times he would radiat with the energy that he ws famous for, yet now he ws content to sit meekly in the corner and let someone else have the spotlight.
He returned even more after his marriage to Angelina and each child closed the wound a little more. But there was still a gap that everyone knew he would never fill. Naturally his family worried about him, but he dissmissed the concerns with a shrug and a sardonic smile. He also began dissapering for several hours every day, yet he still dissmissed his family's concerns. The truth was that he thought himself insane, for everyday he went to visit Fred. He would talk about life, asking for advice for the store or how to deal with a dis obediant child. He would sit there waiting for answers until he caught himself expecting a response from a corpse. He would then fall into a depressed silence as he pondered about why it had happened. Sometimes he would lie on the ground above the grave.
Sometimes he would pretend that he could sink down below the earth and join his twin. Othertimes he wished that Fred's ghost would pop up suddenly, but it never did. He almost felt as if his brother had abandoned him. Every once in a while suicide wuld cross his mind, but he knew that he would never do that to Angelina or his kids.
The years went by. His children grew up and inhereited the shop. In a way George was relieved. There had always too many painful memories everywhere he looked. Now he and Angelina spent more time together, living life to the fullest. He still visited Fred, and Angelina wisely never inquired where he went. Years later, she passed away peacfully, and george was left alone.
His children had ther own lives now, so most of his days were spent living quietly by himself. He still got the occaisional visit from old friends or grand kids, but the visits were few and far between. Gradually he spent more and more time beside the old worn tombstone. Then one morning he woke up, let out a small laugh and then passed on with a smile one his face just like his twin.
He next found himself in a place that the living would never comprehend. Standing there with a wide grin was Fred, still his 19 year old self. George looked down at his hands, hey had again become strong and sure, devoid of all wrinkles and they no longer shook with the pressures of time. They grinned at each other for a moment, and then they collided in frantic hug that had tears, laughs and corny jokes. Then the brothers walked off, jostiling each other, to reak havoc on the afterlife.
Many people came to the funeral, family, friends and the many Hogwarts who had admired the Weasley's twins antics. After the funeral, a man with messy now white hair and sparkling green eyes, laid down a toilet seat on the graves, as a final tribute to one of the best pairs of troublemakers that Hogwarts had ever seen.
