Slight DH spoilers! I do not own Harry Potter .
George P.O.V.
I was at a graveyard. Ya, kind of depressing, I know. I was staring at my brother's headstone. My twin brother's headstone. We were only 20 when he died, only 3 weeks ago. There were many more deaths that night the war ended. His hurt the most. He was my other half. I feel empty. I haven't smiled or made a joke in these past 3 weeks. It's the longest either of us- I, have ever gone. I couldn't find a reason to be happy or joyful when half of my sentences are no longer bounced across the room.
Stuck in my rather depressing musings, I didn't notice Harry walk up to me. Harry had almost been worse than I am. He feels that all the deaths are his fault. Even I had to hex him to get him to see the truth. He's more resigned to the fact that every person who fought had the choice to fight, and it is not his fault that they died defending a cause they believed in.
"You know, I bet he's playing some prank with the marauder's right now." Harry suddenly states. I almost smile at that. Almost. We never did figure out who the marauders were. The one mystery we were unable to solve together. When I tell Harry this, he seems shocked.
"You mean to tell me that neither Sirius nor Remus ever told you guys? This is ridiculous!"
"What do you mean, told us? Did they know the marauders, go to school with them?" I ask quickly, wanting this one final mystery to be solved. Harry laughs. He, like me, hasn't smiled often, though he had smiled before.
"Why are you laughing? How is this possibly funny?" I ask, getting slightly angry that he was laughing over my brother's grave.
"I'm sorry George, I'm just surprised you didn't know that-"
I growl. "Spit it out Harry, what didn't we… what didn't I know?"
"Patience George, I was getting there." Harry states, smirking. "Sirius and Remus didn't know the marauders-"
"Then why'd you ask me if-"
"George!" I fall silent. Harry smirks again, trying to suppress another laugh. "They didn't know the marauders, they were the marauders! Sirius was-"
"You mean to tell me that not only was I taught by a marauder, stayed at a marauders house, but that you knew this and didn't tell us…. Didn't tell me, when we…when I was the one who gave you the map? Who was who, and who are the other two?"
"Sirius was Padfoot, for his animagus form, Remus was moony, because he was a werewolf. The other two…" He pauses for a second, and only continues when I send him a glare "Wormtail was Peter Pettigrew and-"
"you mean to tell me that we housed a traitorous marauder at our house for 12 years? Wait a second… If the members of the marauders were Sirius, Remus, and Wormtail then…"
"Ya, Prongs was James Potter, my father." Harry states, somewhat sadly.
"Well then, I'm glad F-f-fred" I stutter his name out, the first time I had said it since he died "and I gave you the map, I guess it's rightfully yours." Harry looks slightly embarrassed, but rather thankful too. "You better watch your back though, you are going to get thoroughly pranked for not telling me this information sooner Potter." And for the first time in 3 weeks, I smile.