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Ron placed the heavy boxes on the back of the shop. He looked at George as he did it. George seemed to be spaced out often lately, causing the asking customers to storm out muttering about bad service. Ron didn't know what to do. He couldn't be Fred no matter how hard her tries.

"It's time to go home now," Ron said quietly. George looked up. "It's late. We should get home. I bet Mum's cooked a good dinner for us." Ron didn't know how to take away George pained face George smiled weakly and nodded. He and Ron headed for the door.

God knows how I miss you

"How was your day?" asked Ginny as he opened the door for her brother. Ron and George just nodded. Ginny followed them as they went and sat themselves down on the couch. "I'm going back to Hogwarts soon," she reminded them, but Ron and George didn't seem to be paying attention to anything she said. Ginny placed her hands on her hips. "Snap out of it, will you?" she said.

Ron waved his hand, dismissing what his sister said. "We're tired, Ginny," he said. He wasn't really tired; he was just worried, about George.

Ginny frowned. "Fine. I'll let you be." She stomped off to the kitchen. Ron felt bad. He knew Ginny was trying to cheer them up. "Dinner would be a little late. Mum and Dad aren't home yet. They've gone to the cemetery," called Ginny from the kitchen.

George jerked his head back when he heard the word cemetery. "Can't you cook, Ginny?" he asked. Ron looked at him. Everyone knew Ginny can't cook without burning the house first. "Ginerva!"

Ginny came out of the kitchen. "Why in the world are you being such a pain?" she asked. Ginny knew she shouldn't have, seeing George looking frustrated. "You know as much as I do that if I cook it'll upset your stomach. Let's just wait for Mum and Dad to get home."

George stood up. "I'll be in my room if you need me," he murmured. Ron and Ginny just nodded. George went straight to his room. He sat down on his bed and stared at the other one that was on the other side of the room.

"Hey George, can you think of a way to blow up the Hogwarts toilet seat?" asked Fred as he laid his head on his pillow and stared at the ceiling. "We weren't able to send a toilet seat to Ginny, but we could make it an attractive trophy for display here," he said jokingly.

George smiled. "Yeah, I could think of a million ways, though not one would keep us away from Mum's Howler," he said.

Fred sat up. "Aren't you used to her Howlers by now?" he asked with a sheepish grin. He looked at his bed. "Remember when we used to share a crib?" he asked. "We were always kicking each other so Dad figured we did need separate beds when we grow up. Fancy how he really kept that promise knowing that it'd shake the budget again."

George looked up. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Of course," replied Fred. The twins pushed the bed so that it'd stay in the middle of the room together. They both threw themselves o the bed, laughing. "I'm glad we're twins." George nodded and tucked his hands under his head. Fred did the same and they continued talking about their next prank until Mrs. Weasley called them to dinner.

All the hell that I've been through

"George, can I come in?" came Percy's voice. George murmured. Percy pushed open the door. He found George had pushed the two beds to the middle. "I found something that might interest you," he said, handing George a few pictures. "I took them. I've never had twin brothers before and it fascinated me to have you," he explained.

George looked through the baby pictures Percy took of him and Fred. He looked up. "Thanks," he muttered. "Fred had that smile ever since he was a baby, didn't he? Look at him. It's as if the world is so happy," he said.

Percy nodded. "You and Fred share the same smile." He studied George's calm manner. He knew only Fred could make him smile every time he was this depressed. He and Fred had never been to a place without the other. Their mother had raised them as twins, never to separate, to be there for each other no matter what. With Fred dead, Percy knew he took a part of George with him too, six feet under.

September came. Harry, Ron, George, and Hermione saw Ginny off to Hogwarts. It was indeed time to move on, to live as they had lived before.

Ron ran the Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes side by side with George. It wasn't the same without Fred though. Ron's brother relationship with George was strained after having constant arguments about running the joke shop.

"What do you want me to do?" retorted Ron. "I'm not Fred, George! When the hell are you going to accept that we have to move on? I know it's hard for you, but Fred is not coming back. Don't look at me as if I am Fred. I'm Ronald!"

Just knowing no one could take your place

Christmas came and went without the Weasleys celebrating it. Although they try to move on as soon as possible, Fred's absence caused a hole. George could picture Fred saying holey. He'd laugh every now and then to himself if her remembers incidents when his brother cracked simple but funny jokes to which he laughed along and replied with anther one.

The New Year came. The Weasleys decided to meet it with a celebration, deciding it was now time to set the past aside. "It's what Fred would've wanted," said George as he watched Bill spark up some fireworks, "a celebration."

Sometimes I wonder who you'd be today

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