Fred- 4, almost 5,

Roxanne- 2

Disclaimer: All rights go to J.K Rowling. I own nothing but the plotlines.

Happy Birthday

George woke up. He stretched his arms and yawned, not fully awake but not asleep, either. Reaching out for his wife, he frowned when he realized that she wasn't lying next to him. Finally opening his eyes to see where she went, he was both surprised and a little freaked out to see Angelina, Fred, and little Roxy holding a giant birthday cake.

"SURPRISE!" They yelled, and Fred threw a handful of confetti onto George.

George opened his mouth to spit it out. "Wow, thanks! This is great!" he said sincerely, sitting up and swinging little Roxanne onto his lap. "You didn't have to go to all this trouble, Angie," he said in an undertone. Angelina smiled at him and cut him a slice of cake.

"The kids woke up extra early this morning to bake it. It was all them. All I did was make sure no one got hurt."

"Is that true?" George asked Fred, who had clambered onto the bed next to his father.

"Yeah, daddy! I even put on the frosting!" This would explain why the piece George was eating currently had all of the frosting on the cake lumped on top of it.

"So, what's the plan for today?" George bounced Roxy a couple times and she giggled.

"You wait," Angelina said. "It's going to be amazing."

"Why do I have to be blindfolded?" George moaned.

"Because I said so," Fred replied sassily. His mother raised an eyebrow at him and he blushed apologetically.

"Awmost there!" Roxy squealed. A few more steps. "Okay, you can take off the blindfold now!"

George pulled the blindfold off his face and stared in awe at his- and Fred's- joke shop (and, to a lesser extent, Ron's). It was decorated to the nines, with streamers and balloons and confetti, and all George could do was stand there and think that he was the luckiest man on earth.

But Angelina had always had a knack for reading George's mind. "Oh, if you think this is good, you should see the rest of the stuff we've got planned for you."

As soon as they entered the building, Verity, George's assistant, accosted them.

"Happy Birthday, sir!" Before George could even reply, she plowed ahead, "The franchising deal is a success. Our first Scottish location is slated to open this September. Cake, anyone?" Verity brought out a huge cake and then left immediately, muttering something about meerkat prices.

"Come on, Daddy!" urged Fred, pulling George by the arm.

"What are we doing in Hogsmeade, of all places?" George asked, skeptically.

"Oh, come on, George. We're going to be late!" Angelina prodded him until he finally started walking again. They made their way up the path to Hogwarts, and now George was really confused. But Angelina shushed him, and Roxy pulled him further, and finally they were on the grounds of Hogwarts.

And that's when it happened.

Peeves appeared out of thin air, cackling and singing about birthdays and whatnot. Then loud music started playing, but George couldn't trace the source. It sounded like it was coming from all over. And then the streamers flew out of the ground, arching over George in a fantastical rainbow of color. Next were the balloons, which suddenly showed up and then started popping randomly, so George never knew where the loud noise would show up next. It was like walking through a minefield, except he was standing still…

A giant banner shot out of the tallest tower of the school. It had a huge picture of George's face and it read, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY GORGE! HOPE YOU FALL IN!"

Just as George was about to say something, confetti started shooting up all around him, and the tune the band was playing climbed to a climax. And then, suddenly, everything stopped. No motion, no noise, not even a whisper.

And then a flock of flamingoes burst out of the Hogwarts doors, carrying screaming students and Professor Flitwick along with them.

George doubled over, laughing, when-

SPLAT!

A cake collided with George's face.

"Thanks, Peeves," George said, wiping frosting out of his eyes.

"Where are we going now, Angelina?" George asked as they Apparated somewhere. His blindfold was getting quite annoying.

"The kids didn't think of this one, but I felt like we should come anyway," Angelina replied quietly. "Okay, you can take your blindfold off now."

George took off his blindfold and stopped short.

He was standing in front of Fred's headstone.

"We thought you might want to spend your birthday with your twin," said Angelina gently, giving George some space. George smiled gratefully at Angelina, and took a couple steps forward, so that he was right next to Fred's grave. He kneeled down next to Fred.

He didn't feel sad anymore; he had come to terms with Fred's death. Now, he just felt happy that he was lucky enough to be Fred's twin and that he was able to experience firsthand the enigma that was Fred.

"Hey, Fred," George said, looking at the gravestone. "If you were still here, we'd be laughing about how old we were and whether or not we'd be able to get beards like Dumbledore's.

"Anyway, Happy Birthday, Freddie." The words on the white marble glinted in the sunlight behind George as he walked back towards Angelina.

Mischief Managed.

Fred smiled down at his brother as he took another bite of cake.

"Happy Birthday, Georgie."

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Next week's chapter: Someone's prank goes wrong, but did he really mean it to cause that much harm?