The Room of Requirement... Of course! How couldn't I remember? George thought. They had used it for practice new defense spells until Marietta Edgecombe tell Umbridge about their meetings.
George pushed the wooden doors and entered the room. It seemed like if time had stopped inside it… Everything remained the same… the dark detectors and the books on the shelves… the props they had used to practice… everything was there exactly as they had left them.
The noticeboard where they kept the DA members list was there as well. George walked towards it. It was full of newspaper cutouts… News from many years ago… photos, announcements, anything…
And then, one of the photos caught George's attention. It showed a group of people smiling and waving at him. He pulled it out of the noticeboard and looked at it for a few seconds… He remembered seeing Harry put it there… it showed the original Order of the Phoenix. He thought of all the people there that had died while fighting, so that the next generations to come would live in a better place. They fought for what they thought was right… and he thought of Fred... He had died fighting for what was right…
He felt his eyes getting damp and he shook his head trying to dismiss the thought. He looked again at the photograph and, on the left side of it he spotted two men waving, identical, just like he and Fred. He didn't need to ask to know who they were… They were their uncles, brothers of their mother. Fabian and Gideon Prewett. George thought. Twins… He stood some time looking at the picture. They had both died in the first war… Fred and George had been named with the same initials as their uncles, but opposed to what had happened to them, Fred and George were no longer together. Suddenly he was thinking how he wished he would've died with Fred that night, twenty years ago... He shook his head again. That's not what Fred would've wanted, you git! He would wanted you to laugh and move on with the shop! And that's what you're doing!
George carefully folded the picture and put it on his pocket. He looked around again. There was nothing else there to see.
He turned around and left.
