A.N. Yes, I know it is short, but there's a reason for that. This is a prologue, as you see below. Don't get used to this, however, as I'm planning on making things longer. Oh, and this is my first actual Fanfic, so be nice, alright?
Prologue
George's eyes welled up with tears as he touched Fred's grave. He could feel Percy, his brother, beside him, wiping the horned-rimmed glasses dry that usually perched on his nose clean. Both brothers felt the oddity of Fred's death. It was as if emptiness would stay in their hearts forever, for different reasons. It was an awful feeling, and for some reason, it made George feel alone.
He felt Percy's hand cupping roughly on his shoulder, as if he needed George to stay standing. George's smile quivered, as he thought of his brother. Percy seemed to be having a rougher time than him, dealing with George's death. For years, Percy had disowned his family, until that final battle, when he knew he would reconnect with all of them again. Then, George died, and his perfect plan vanished away. Percy would never know, firsthand, how brave his younger brother was.
And George, George was in a tough situation as well. Fred was his brother, his twin, and his other half, and George could not imagine life without him… until now, when he was forced to live life without him. He had brilliant memories of his brother, ones that he would cherish, but George only wished Fred was still here so they could share more memories. He was gone, forever, as a result of the battle.
The battle was filled with happiness, and rather quickly, the Wizarding World forgot about the sadness. They forgot about Voldemort—rather, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, or You-Know-Who--, they forgot about all those deaths, they forgot about the families that were left behind in suffering. They remembered, however, Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the Order of the Phoenix, Albus Dumbledore, and the win that changed the world. People lived their lives with more joy that day, and they forgot about Fred Weasley, the prankster, the red-head, the twin, and the one who would always be loved.
A single tear fell down George's face as he laid an Extendable Ear on Fred's grave. It was only fitting, of course. Fred was not the type for roses, so George picked the next-best thing. After he placed the Extendable Ear down, George silently patted the grave, and Percy reached to give him a hug. "Are you okay?" Percy asked quietly, with worry in his voice.
"Yeah," George muttered. "Let's go home."
And then, just like that, they left their brother behind, until next time. As George and Percy trotted away, it was as if Fred was watching them, and smiling, for George could swear he nearly tripped over a pygmy puff, like the kind they he and Fred used to sell in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. However, he did not pick it up, for proof, as he was all too caught up in his thoughts, which ranged from Fred, to all of the other's struggles. And as he and Percy got to the woods, in order to Apparate away, he thought, Fred, I love you. I know it might take a while, but know, that sooner or later, I'm going to be okay.