A/N: This is JKR's world. :)
Ravenclaw. Theme (revealing a secret). Prompt: Drawing. And I'm HoH!
It started small, with just a few doodles in the corner of his recipes. Of course, he didn't think too much of the images that depicted what each devilish treat would do. It made sense that Fred would have marked that down.
But when he pulled the stack of receipts from the previous year and found that only the most recent ones had any doodles, and only a few of them had anything to do with the purchases. Sorting through his belongings, he realized that Fred couldn't have made the doodles because….well because he hadn't been there when George purchased that new cauldron and the receipt featured a tiny doodled hippogriff.
It was months before he found a sheet of paper, tucked into a potions book, with a magically animated drawing of Harry, Fred, George, Ginny, and Ron in their full Gryffondor gear, flying around a tiny Quidditch field.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he stared at the messy lines and crayon scribbles meant to be hair. His twin, a red-headed stick figure on a broom, smiled back at him.
It was a long time before he worked up the nerves to ask anyone about his drawings. He kept them secret, holding onto them as if Fred might suddenly appear and take the credit himself.
Finally, though, he couldn't keep waiting.
"Hey, Ron," he asked one night at dinner while everyone else was busy. "Do you, uh…draw much?"
"Bloody awfully," Ron responded, chipper as ever since Hermione had accepted his proposal. He was, of course, also happy to hear from George, who had hardly spoken in the months since Fred's death. "I tried to make a Valentine's Card for Hermione and it ended up looking more like an arse than a heart."
George barely managed a smile and couldn't seem to get out any words.
The following night, he approached Ginny. Harry was close, but out of earshot, and he hoped the conversation would stay private.
"Hello, little sister," he said, trying to keep his tone light. "Done any art recently?"
"Yes, actually," George turned, surprised by the casual confession.
"What have you drawn?" He asked eagerly.
"Well," she paused, cocking her head and making a face extremely like their mother's. "I enchanted Ron's jumpers so they'd suddenly be much too large or much too small when he put them on. I suppose he created the real art, but I felt like I should take some credit for the string of swear words he came up with. You should've seen Mum's face!" She smiled, clearly hoping the prank would brighten George's day, but nothing would do it and he walked away quickly.
Weeks passed before he learned anything new.
Finally, Harry approached him, sheepish as ever. His mess of black hair was particularly out of place since the Battle of Hogwarts, and it seemed to simply prefer being a disaster to being neat.
"Hey, George," he began, averting his eyes and covering his scar with a thick lock of hair.
"Harry," George responded cautiously.
"I, uh…Ginny said you had asked about…well I…." Nerves were like Harry, but stammering was unusual and George almost found himself interested. "I miss him, too." He finally whispered.
George stared, not registering the words Harry said until he was finished.
"You guys got me to Hogsmeade, you saved us all a bit from Umbridge—and from our exams of course—and you always made this place feel like home," he gestured around the Burrow, his eyes shining. "Ron was always my friend, of course, but you guys treated me like your brother. Nicer maybe," he smiled. "I couldn't find any words to say, but you should have something to smile about. I'm a ruddy awful artist though. Merlin's beard, enchanting them to move his harder than I thought, too, and I—"
He was interrupted by a bear hug strong enough for both twins to be involved, and somehow Harry thought they just might be.
They never talked about that conversation again, and they kept each others' secrets, but George didn't feel so alone after that. He realized that he was the only one that had lost a twin, but he wasn't the only one that had lost Fred. It didn't seem fair that they should lose him, too, and the next night's dinner included the festive banter of a full set of Weasleys, a Granger, and a certain Harry Potter who really was a terrible artist.