A/N: Hey guys! So this is written for the Harry Potter World of Magic and Mystery's Order Leader's Fanfiction competition! The characters I got are Fred and George Weasley. The main character in this story is George. The prompts that were given to me by #OrderLeader are Cancer and Wizard's Chess. I'll put the prompt words in bold for you. The word count is: 1266
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the Weasley twins or any other recognizable characters. I am not being paid to write this its just for fun.
HPWMM ORDER LEADER'S FANFIC CONTEST
STORY 1
MAIN CHARACTER: GEORGE WEASLEY
PROMPTS: CANCER, EXERCISE
TITLE: Joining Freddie
"George, I'm so sorry…. he's gone."
One sentence. That's all that it took for George Weasley's world to come crashing down. At first, he hadn't cried. To him, this was all a mistake. Fred was going to come back. He couldn't be gone. It wasn't possible. They had a shop that they had to re-open later. He couldn't do it alone. He needed Fred.
But when George walked into the Great Hall, and saw Fred's body, still and lifeless, reality hit him like a ton of bricks. George ran to him and seized him by the shoulders.
"Fred! FRED! WAKE UP! Fred, please wake up! I don't like this joke anymore! Stop pretending! Please wake up! FRED!"
George felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up.
"I'm sorry, buddy." Said Mr Weasley, trying not to cry.
George pulled his lifeless twin into a gentle hug.
"I'll see you again, one day, Freddie. I promise.
….…..xx…...…xx…
"I do." Said George.
"I now pronounce George Weasley and Angelina Johnston, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Four years had passed since Fred's death. George had had a hard time coping at first. He hadn't celebrated a birthday since, feeling that he couldn't blow out the candles alone.
Angelina had helped him through it. She understood him. George married her because he knew that Fred would approve. Fred wanted him to be happy, and Angelina made George happy. For their wedding, George had worn Fred's suit form Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, chosen strawberry cake, Fred's favorite, and had even reserved him a seat in the front row. George knew he was there.
….…..xx…...…xx…
"It's a boy!"
George felt tears slip down his cheeks as the Healer passed him his son. He was very careful not to drop the tiny bundle lying in his arms. George and Angelina had already discussed baby names and decided on Roxanne, after Angelina's late grandmother, if it was a girl, and Fred, after George's twin, if it was a boy.
"Hey there, little Freddie." Said George, sitting down on a nearby chair, as his legs had turned to jelly. "You are the spitting image of your daddy, which means you also look very similar to your namesake.
The baby had big brown eyes, with a small tuft of ginger hair on top of his head.
"Your Uncle Fred would have loved you so much."
….…..xx…...…xx…
"Daddy, when is it your birthday?"
George put down his newspaper and craned his neck to look at the calendar.
"In about a week."
"Are you going to have a party? And cake?" asked five year old Fred.
George sighed. "Sorry, buddy, I just don't have parties anymore."
"Why not? Parties are fun."
"Okay, tell you what. I will have a cake, but you must help me blow out the candles. Deal?"
"Deal!" said Fred, jumping up and down with excitement.
So, for the first time in nine years, George blew out the candles with Fred.
….…..xx…...…xx…
"Make sure to send us a Hogwarts toilet seat! And if you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disown you."
"GEORGE!"
"Sorry, only joking." Said George, leaning to the side to avoid a slap from Angelina.
"I want to go to Hogwarts too." Said six-year-old Roxanne.
"When you're older." When George saw her lip quiver, he threw in quickly, "Why don't we go over to Aunty Ginny and Uncle Harry's house? You can play with James and Albus, and feel baby Lily kicking inside of Aunty Ginny's tummy."
A few days later, an owl flew through their open window and dropped a roll of parchment on the kitchen table before nibbling at the corner of some toast and flying away.
"It's from Fred!"
Dear mum and dad
I'm in Gryffindor! You're stuck with me. When Professor McGonagall read out my name and saw me, she nearly cried. I have no idea why. Anyway, I sat next to my cousins, Molly, Teddy and Lucy on the train. Molly is my Gryffindor Prefect and Lucy is in Ravenclaw. And guess what? I saw Teddy and Victorie SNOGGING! How gross is that? Oh, and yesterday, when I was unpacking, I dropped my wand and it rolled under the bed, so I bent down to get it and I saw that someone had carved something under the bed. I saw the name 'Fred Weasley'. Do you think I got Uncle Fred's bed? I don't get why dad and Uncle Fred hated Potions so much. Its my favorite subject. Though, that's probably because I have Potions with the Hufflepuffs, which means I get to see Nicole Joans. She's so pretty, you guys would like her. I've got to go now, Professor Binns gave me SO much homework. If he wasn't already dead, I think I'd kill him.
Love, Fred.
….…..xx…...…xx…
"I do."
George watched and smiled as he witnessed his son marry the love of his life. Nicole was expecting a baby boy, due in mid-May. Roxanne had been proposed to a week previously and had plans on having children with her fiancé Lewis. Everything was perfect.
Until George got sick.
….…..xx…...…xx…
"I'm so sorry. Its cancer."
Telling the family had been the worst part. Fred and Roxanne had cried and hugged him. Bill and Charlie sent back owls saying they were coming home from France and Romania as soon as they could. Percy had kept a straight face and told him that he would happily help pay for the treatments if needed. Ron had gone pale and was lead to a seat by Hermione, who looked pale and sweaty herself. Ginny had sobbed and hugged him, whispering, "I can't lose both of you." Harry had to pry Ginny off of George so he could go throw up. Harry looked as if he was about to throw up. And Molly had locked herself in her room for three days, refusing to talk or eat. She just sat on her bed, looking through the twin's photo albums.
….…..xx…...…xx…
Two years later, George lay in his bed, dying. Despite the chemotherapy, radiation, operations, more chemotherapy, no hope was left for George. He was told to go home and let nature take it's course. He had been blessed with three grandchildren, Fred and Nicole's son, William, and Lewis and Roxanne's twin girls, Khloe and Kassidy.
George could hear Angelina in the kitchen, quietly talking to Roxanne while making lunch. George was about to call out and ask her for a drink of water when he started to feel strange. His body was overcome with a tingling sensation, as if someone had dipped him into a cold pool in the middle of winter. George looked up, and saw someone familiar floating down towards him. He had seen that face before, he just couldn't remember where. As the figure got closer, George was able to make out its face a bit more.
"Freddie?"
"Yeah. Its me, Georgie."
"What are you doing here?" George asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"To come and get you. It's time."
George sighed. "What's it like up there?"
"Its beautiful. I've been watching down on you. You ready?"
"Does it hurt? Dying?"
"Quicker and easier then falling asleep."
George bit his lip and took Fred's hand. He felt as if he was floating. Turning back, George saw his body, still and lifeless.
"I bet I can still kick your arse at Wizard's Chess anyway." Said Fred, smiling.
George chuckled and followed his brother into the afterlife; the empty space in his heart was full of love for the first time in 32 years. All was well.
