Notes
Characters:
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
From George Weasley's POV
Set 1 week after the events of the Battle of Hogwarts in the Burrow.
George walked into his bedroom for the first time since the Battle of Hogwarts. He had shared this room with Fred. To avoid the reality of his twin's tragic death he had been sleeping on the sofa in the living room. But it was time to sort out Fred's belongings.
George had his eyes closed. He had decided that if he didn't look, he'd wouldn't get overwhelmed with emotion. But He soon came to realise that this wouldn't help. He could still sense Fred in his room. "Damn." George said under his breath as he slowly opened his eyes. A single tear left the corner his right eye. He didn't wipe it away. He just let it slide down the side of his face and roll off his chin.
"Where to start?" George looked around the small, crooked room. He walked over to the window that separates the two single beds and opened it. Only a crack. Fred hated it open all the way. Brought in a breeze, he'd say. "Maybe that'll bring the heat down." George could see his reflection in the glass. It was only faint, but smiled in it anyway. Fred hated it when he frowned. Brought on wrinkles, he'd say.
George giggled to himself. "Fred did always say he was the more attractive one." He felt the scar on the side of his head, where his ear used to be. "But in the end, I'm the better survivor…" He trailed off, noticing a Black envelope that was placed on his pillow. There was Gold writing on the front, simply saying 'To G from F'.
He looked at it, bewildered. "How the?" George burst out laughing. "Oh Brother, what clever trick did you leave for me this time?" Slowly, he broke the seal on the back of the envelope, revealing a note inside.
'Wardrobe'.
"Huh?" George looked at the card for longer that he should have, he knew this because when he looked up, he was seeing double. He shook his head and looked up at his wardrobe door. Another envelope was stuck on it. George walked over to the door and took the note out of the envelope.
'In our wardrobe is something you can use to have me with you, even when I'm not.'
George was more confused than ever, but he did as the note said. He opened the door of the wardrobe, expecting to be swarmed with bees or to be squirted with water by a charmed water-pistol.
He looked in to see another note resting inside, on the floor. George picked it up and it read:
'Use these notes to help your way through life. Like I'm telling you what to say and do.'
George didn't quite understand, "What notes? This is the only one in here!" Frustrated and confused, George sat down inside the wardrobe and stared at the note in his hand. Suddenly he heard a creek above his head.
Looking up, he saw what looked like thousands of notes stuck to the ceiling of the wardrobe. George grinned, stood up and tried to reach up for them. He grabbed one and read it.
'When you get married and chose your best man, keep in mind that they will never be a good as me.'
This made George chuckle. "Don't worry Freddie. I'll remember." George heard another creek. The notes on the ceiling dropped on top of George, forcing him to fall out of the wardrobe. George looked up at the pile of notes on top of him and picked them out to read.
'Name your kid after me. If it's a girl, call it Fredwina.'
'Tease Ron about getting with Hermione. (we both know that's gonna happen.)'
'Dance on Voldemort's Grave. If Harry didn't blow him up.'
'Make sure the shop gets world-wide fame. Then buy that Mansion we were talking about.'
'If Harry breaks Ginny's heart, don't stick up for her. Let Ron do it, it's funnier.'
George chuckled at every one. He didn't know how Fred knew to set these up so he just spent the next few hours reading them. Knowing that he will always have a part of Fred with him. Even if it was in Note form.