Chapter Four, Fred Jr's First Trip to Platform 9 ¾
It was once again September 1st, and this year was very special. It was George's son's, Fred Jr's, first year at Hogwarts. George had helped him pack the night before; Angelina had helped their daughter, Roxanne, pack too. It was her third year. They were going to use Muggle cars to get there. They got their luggage and carried it off into Diagon Alley. They reached the Muggle world once again, and got into the taxies they ordered. George sat with Fred Jr in one, and Angelina sat with Roxanne. They packed away the luggage, and George gave Angelina a little kiss and got into his car. The car started off and George told the driver where to go.
"I've been looking forward to this day for ages.. your first year. Me and my.. my brother Fred, we were the jokers around the school back in our day… I hope you'll take after us.. but keep good on your work! You may be named after the late, great Fred Weasley, but that doesn't mean I want you to drop out of school in your seventh year like us!" George chuckled a little. He'd not talked about Fred like this.. it felt good to act as though he was okay, but the fact Fred was gone still ate away at him. He smiled, and soon the car came to a stop, payed in Muggle money and got out. They waited until Angelina and Roxanne arrived and then went to platform 9 ¾ to wait for the train. Fred Jr looked around, awe. Roxanne kissed her parents goodbye and got on. "Dad? What did you and Uncle Fred do when you were at Hogwarts?" He asked curiously. George smiled, and quickly reminisced in his head about his time at Hogwarts with Fred.. Fred… the thought of him dead still tugged at his heartstrings, but he couldn't breakdown. Not here, not now. "We would always play pranks, and be loved by everyone." He said, grinning, his eyes with tears in them. "Sounds cool! Oh no! The trains gonna leave in a minute! I gotta go dad! See you at Christmas!" Fred Jr yelled as he ran onto the train. Angelina joined George and he put his arm around her neck, and then wiped the tears off. The train left shortly, and they waved so much.
They turned to leave, and she saw the tears. "He asked about Fred?" She said. She knew him too well by now.. well, after 14 years of marriage, anyone would. George nodded. "The thought of him brings tears.. still.. after all this time?" "Always." He said, wiping more tears from his face. "I don't know why.. but I've a feeling that I'll never get over loosing him.." George said, almost breaking into tears. Seeing this, Angelina pulled him into a small room. "I know he was your brother, but the thought hurts me too… Well, we'll just have to live for him, won't we?" She said, smiling, but George could see her eyes were full of tears too. "Of course! Hear that Freddie? We promise to live for you!" George whispered. They hugged and kissed. Though they could not see it, the spirit of Fred was standing there, not ghost, but just back to see this moment. He smiled, and didn't bother to wipe away the tears. George and Angelina went home, and cried about Fred more, but promised they wouldn't cry anymore, that they'd live for him.