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Some days the sky's so blue
George looked past the trees. He walked towards Fred's grave. He threw his hair back and looked at the sky. Birds flew over him, chirping happily. George smiled and looked back down on Fred's grave. He placed the flowers near it and crouched down.
"Do you need anything? I can get them for you?" Ron said. George shook his head. Ron stood there for a moment, then said, "I'm really sorry for messing up you and Fred's business. I know how much you guys really worked hard to keep it standing. I don't really mind how many Galleons you use up inventing." He looked at Fred's grave. "I'm sorry too, Fred," he murmured.
George sat down on the grass. "It doesn't really matter anymore," he said. "I'm thinking of giving up the shop. I think I'll go do something else. For some reason, I can't seem to put my heart into it anymore. I'll still do some inventions from time to time though, but casually."
Ron shook his head. "Don't do that. What would Fred say? It was something you built together. Fred's memory stays there with you. You know…" Ron looked at George, who looked even more perplexed. He sighed. "I guess I'll leave you and Fred for a while. I'll be back later this afternoon. Don't you really need anything?" he asked again. George shook his head. Ron Apparated away.
I feel like I can talk to you
George leaned on the tree near Fred's grave. He closed his eyes. "Hey George! What's with you lazing there?" George looked up. Fred stood in front of him. George just smiled. "Aren't you about to explain? You should be running the shop now," he said.
"And how about you? You're cheating, lying six feet under doing nothing but laze yourself?" asked George jokingly.
Fred smirked. "Don't you know how many worms I had to fight off my mouth?" he asked. George rolled his eyes. Fred sat beside him, giving George a playful punch. "How about it? Team up with Ron! I know he can be a little stingy here and there, but you can't blame him. He's a Weasley. He knows money's worth more than any pureblood wizard we know."
"And we're simply next door neighbors to the Weasleys?" said George. Fred laughed. "I don't know what to do, Fred. I know it's time for me to move on. I mean, I'm here talking to you about this. People would think I'm nuts, talking to my dead twin brother," he said.
"And point is?" asked Fred.
George felt Fred's eyes stare at him. "You're just a dream, but I don't want to wake up." He looked at Fred. "You're selfish, leaving me like this. You know as well as I do that it's hard living apart from the prat brother I used to share the room with and practically everything that I have. Fortunately, we didn't have to share underwear."
"And isn't it selfish of you to think you're the only one who's having a hard time?" Fred asked. George looked away. "Come on. I know how tight we were back then. We're part of each other, so that's why I haven't left you, but what about them? I didn't hold their hand when you were scared to come out to the world and thought Mum's stomach would be much better," he said.
George snorted. "As if you could remember that far."
"Oh I do, since I've seen everything again," said Fred. "As a matter of fact, the place I'm in is a really nice one. I see movies from time to time, though it's about my life and I see you a lot in it." George and Fred's eyes met. "I'm really going to miss you and I know you'd miss me too, but it's time for us to let go of that, I guess."
"You think?" said George. Fred nodded. George nodded back. "Bye then," said George, his eyes still fixed on Fred's smile. "Can I talk to you again sometime?" he asked, not knowing why he really did because it was really a stupid question to ask.
Fred raised an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't want other people to think you're crazy?" George shrugged. Fred stood up. "Wherever you are, I'm here for you. Just keep on talking, I'll listen. That's a good deal isn't it, considering I'd have to hear you babble all day." George smiled and closed his eyes again.
And I know it might sound crazy
"You murmured in your sleep." George blinked. Ginny was looking at him. "I didn't know you do sleep talk. I pity Fred for sharing a room with you." Ginny turned. She placed a bunch of flowers near Fred's grave. "I'm pretty sure he's happy now."
"He is," said George, "I know he is."
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