George was drinking again. Just another day. In a few moment, he would be visiting Fred's grave. Whenever he was about to visit Fred's grave, he never drank to much. Just a shot. He didn't want to be drunk when he talked to Fred.
George set out to the graveyard. He remembered the pleasant feeling he had gotten today and wondered if today was the day Fred would tell him it was all a prank. He would jump out and they would laugh together until George found a way to get back at him.
George scoffed at the idea. As if that could happen. It was just false hope. It would be fun, George thought.
He remembered all those times when he had to work against his twin. Usually, they were always together to create chaos. But if Fred or George pranked the other, all hell would break loose. It had happened once and no one had ever seen Mrs Weasley so angry. Actually no one had ever seen Ginny that angry, and everyone knew not to anger Ginny. Living with six brothers had made Ginny and absolute monster. An adorable monster at that.
George didn't know that he had reached Fred's grave all ready. "Remember that Fred?"
George waited for Fred to reply, "How could I forget, George?" But it didn't come.
George didn't realise he was grinning until the grin fell from his face. He wanted those days back so bad. He wanted more of them. He wanted to be the carefree boy he was when he was around Fred. He wanted Fred.
Suddenly, he just wanted to kill that bastard, Voldemort. Too bad Harry already killed him. George wanted to dig him out of his grave and kill him all over again. He felt so angry that he wanted to punch something. He resorted to punching the ground.
Once he killed the ground, he collapsed on his knees again. His heart felt so painful. It felt like it had been ripped out of his chest and broken. Smashed to pieces over and over again. His heart throbbed. George brought up his hand and clutched his chest. It hurt so bad!
George was breaking down completely on the inside. He felt as though he had no hope. He waited again for Fred to jump out from behind the grave but he didn't.
"Please, Fred, give me something to hold on to!" George cried out into the darkness.
Because George was sobbing beside Fred's grave, he didn't know that Fred had sent him hope from beyond the grave.
Hope remembered the directions well. Left, straight, right, straight, and one last left. She remembered her mum taking her to the Hospital, pointing out different landmarks that could help Hope get there.
She remembers the kind lady at the front desk named Alica. She was the one the letter was addressed to, surely. Hope feels a little hopeful as she walks through the front doors of the Hospital and seeing Alica at the front desk. Perhaps, things won't be so bleak after all.
A/N Just so you know, this isn't Alica from the Gryffindor quidditch team. Also, sorry for the wait and short chapter.