"Fred, I really wish how much I could explain how much we miss you. It's been hard. Real hard."
"I just want to have one last conversation with you... Well, for starters, our family is a mess. Ginny still locks herself in her room and cries everyday... It's the same for Charlie and Bill. Ron lays on his bed, staring at the ceiling, occasionally throwing books as hard as he can. He's mad. He wonders why we had to loose you."
A tear ran down George's cheek.
"Mom breaks down crying every 20 minutes. I can't blame her. Dad comes over to comfort her, and ends up crying too. It's affected us all, really badly."
He was now crying.
"We miss you so much... Why did you have to leave us? WHY!"
George was sobbing, and yelling furiously at the sky. His yelling was faded by the sound of his sobs. He took many deep breaths. He unzipped his jacket, and pulled out a scarf.
"Ginny wanted me to give you this. To keep you warm."
George looked down at the shining tombstone. It read "Fred Weasley. April 1st, 1978-May 2nd, 1998." Died a proud Gryffindor, defending the good from evil. He took the scarf, and felt each of the stitches.
"She made it just for you."
He wrapped the scarf around the tombstone. He backed up, and starred at the tombstone. The wind had become very cold. George zipped his jacket back up.
"I wonder if you've met James and Lily yet. That would be amazing... Perhaps you can tell Dumbledore we all say hi, and would like to know how he's doing... If you can, you should find Hedwig. I bet he'd like to have someone like you take care of him..."
Tears were still streaming down his face.
"And can you tell Remus, Tonks, and Snape that our family says hi? Ask them how they are doing..."
George looked up to see the sun setting.
"I think I'd better go. It was nice talking to you Fred. I miss you. I'll be with you before you know it."
George took one more look at the tombstone through his tears, and walked out of the graveyard.