A/N: Ok so I know that JK said that George married Angelina and had two children, Fred and Roxanne but I just couldn't understand how George could marry the girl Fred loved, and I have always shipped George/Katie so that's who he is married to in my head, and they will have three kids. Twin boys named Fred and Jacob, and a little girl named Roxanne. The name Jacob comes from fanfiction written by little0bird, an author who I really look up to, and who has influenced my writing a lot. Anyway, I really enjoyed writing this one, especially when I got to write the little twins, so let me know what you think, please! Oh, also, if anyone has some ideas about other moments they would like me to write, please review and let me know. I seem so be running into a bit of writers block. Sorry for the long authors note. Thanks for reading! ~WG13
A Heartfelt Hug
George pushed the double stroller through the cemetery's gate, listening to his twin little boys babble on to each other. The sky was clear of any clouds, and the sun was just beginning to rise, quickly evaporating the dew that had settled on the blades of green grass over night. It was going to be a beautiful day. George stopped as he walked through the gate, letting it clang shut loudly behind him, and leaning over the stroller to look at his little red head boys, with what looked like hundreds of freckles covering their chubby cheeks. George swore he could already see the mischievous sparkle in their eyes that he had come to know so well from seeing it in Fred's eyes all the time. He also knew from experience that they both already had the same joking smirk he and Fred had so often wore when they were planning some prank.
"Who are we going to visit today, kiddos?" George asked the young boys gruffly.
"Unca Fwed!" Jacob supplied helpfully, grinning up at his father.
"And why?"
"Cuz it's his buuuuurwthday." Little Fred giggled.
"That's right. Who else's birthday is it?"
"You, Daddy!" They chorused.
"Mmhm." George said absent mindedly, pushing the stroller through the graveyard.
"Dewre it is, dewre it is!" Jacob shouted excitedly, pointing to Fred's headstone.
"I saw it fiwst." Little Fred cried.
"No, you didn't." Jacob said crossly.
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Daaaaaddy!" They screeched in unison.
"Boys, don't fight, mm?" Fred reprimanded distractedly, unbuckling the little trouble makers from their stroller and plopping them down on the ground.
The twins pushed themselves off the grass, and with the unsteady feet of toddlers who had just started to walk, made their way over to Fred's headstone, side by side. They stopped in front of it and together, softly said, "Happy Buwthday, Unca Fwed. We wuv you." It was a lovely moment, the identical boys standing next to each other, silhouetted against the sunrise, before Jacob spotted an earthworm in the soil nearby and they got distracted chasing after it.
George, who had watched the scene unfold from a few feet away, now slowly approached Fred's headstone, falling to his knees before it. "It's our birthday, Freddie. Again. Without you. And even after all these years, it still took all the strength I had to even get out of bed today, let alone smile." He shook his head. "Smiling still feels wrong without you. Let's see...The family is getting together for dinner tonight. That's gonna be a disaster. But at least Mom will be distracted with cooking and looking after us. I think that's the reason most of us agreed, honestly. Maybe I'll light a Filbusters Firework under Percy's chair. Just for you, yeah?" George smiled to himself, unconsciously running a hand over the empty space where his ear had once been.
"The boys are gonna be just like us, I can already tell. Though in this pair, Fred isn't the one who initiates most of the mischief. Jacob definitely inherited that from you. I'm sorry I haven't brought them to visit more often, but they're a nightmare even without trying to get them presentable enough to take out of the house. When Katie's not around they hardly even get out of their pajamas. They've been troublemakers from the beginning, just like us." His smile faded. "I miss you, bro. Everyday. I miss you when I forget you're gone and call your name into the back of the shop. I miss you when I watch the boys fling their pasta at each other, getting it places I didn't even know was possible. I miss you when I think of something funny and you aren't there to laugh with me, or when I want to take the mickey out of Ron but just can't seem to say the right thing like you did. I miss you all the time, Freddie. I love you."
George stared at the headstone until the words "Mischief Managed" -that were carved underneath Fredrick Gideon Weasley and his birth and death dates- blurred before wiping his eyes quickly and forcing himself to stand up. "I'll come back soon." He promised quietly. "And I'll try to bring them 'round more often, yeah?"
"Jacob! Fred! Time to go!" He called, his voice cracking slightly. He coughed, trying to regain his composure.
The twins ran back to his side, each grabbing onto one of his legs. "Okay Daddy!" They chimed cheerfully, looking up at him with happy smiles untouched by a war that had happened before their time.
George turned around and walked back to the strollers without looking back, Jacob in tow. It wasn't until he turned around to pick him up that he realized Fred wasn't there. George looked back, opening his mouth to call for his son, just in time to see Fred quietly pull his thumb out of his mouth and toddle up to the headstone. He threw his pudgy, baby-fat arms around the headstone and squeezed, resting his head against it. His little arms could barely wrap around the edges. He stayed that way for a moment before pulling away. "Bye-bye Unca Fwed. I wuv you. Jake-y wuvs you. Gwanmum wuvs you. Mommy wuvs you. We all wuvs you. But mostly Daddy. Daddy weeeally wuvs you. Happy Buwfday Unca Fwed."
