Well I have a lot of hits for being on chapter 3 and this story has already been favored so I'm definitely not concerned that hardly anybody's reading. (thanks again for the review Chanty, I'm so glad you like the story!) I changed my plans a bit, like the whole mentally ill thing and Hermione deciding to go comfort crazy on our poor little twin. (snivel)

Disclaimer: All I own are my two ferrets, and they really don't have anything to do with the story, do they?

Chapter 4

Comforts and Fancy Graves

Your so weak! It's sickening!

Ha, you again? I thought you died of shame? George thought, trying to hide his panic. He had thought the voice had disappeared, now he was starting to panic. What if this had a connection to his supposed mental illness?

How could I die of shame when I'm faced by you?

Wow you really do have self esteem problems, don't you?

You're falling apart… The voice had changed from it's high pitched snicker to a drawling high mocking warning.

You're sounding more queer by the moment… George countered, copying the rise and fall voice.

At least I don't love a guy!

Wow you're pathetic.

Fredric and Georgie sitt'en in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

Uhhh what the fuck is that?

First comes love, then comes marriage-

Because that's totally legal.

Then comes baby in a baby carriage!

Ah! WHAT THE FUCK!? Don't you dare make me the mother! And how dare you talk about Fred like that you sick fuck!? George was losing his tempter. Fast. He knew he had to control himself but he felt unexplainably angry and that stupid voice in head! It was strange that it only responded when spoken too directly however, it seemed not to take any heed of his ponderings.

That's what muggles and mudbloods spend their day doing, making up stupid songs. At least it's more productive then you, moping and moaning…

George was reminded instantly of Moaning Myrtle, but he held that thought back. Hmm… I should sing that song for mum and dad. George instantly daydreamed of singing that song with George, early in the morning… A sharp pang rang through him, as intense as a hammer to a chime.

"Ummm George?" A cautious voice asked from the direction of the house. George raised his head from his hands, startled by the new voice and by the fact that he was so easily distracted from his grief. That didn't seem right to him at all…

"Yes?" He was even more shocked to see none other than Hermione Granger standing right above him. Feeling a little foolish on the ground, he rose up to meet her. She followed his progress with her head, eventually having to look up instead of down.

"How is everything?" Hermione asked politely. George looked down at his hands, noticing how they shook like ice crystals.

"Never better…" George said. Hermione looked up at him, brows furrowed in concern, lips slightly parted. "Heh. It was always Fred who could lie, between you and me I suck at it. I suspect it's the reason why mother dearest kept catching us." He flashed her a brave grin, assuming high spirits.

"At the testing you mean? I don't think that's the reason. I mean you drew a lot of attention on it. I remember one time you were running down the hall and you sort of fell on me-" Hermione said, blushing slightly.

"Eh lets not talk about that ever again," George said with a small laugh.

"Hmm," Hermione seemed to be thinking, parted lips closing into a small smile.

"I'll give you a pygmy puff!" George said quickly. Hermione raised an eyebrow. "A puppy? A dreamboat? A love potion? A unicorn?"

"Will it be pink?"

"…Seriously?" George asked, pausing from his rants, head tilting and dopey smile plastered onto his face.

"Well I can't decide between that or sky blue," Hermione speculated, looking at him sideways.

George chuckled. "Hermione Granger, when have you started making jokes?" He shook his head in disbelief.

"Come on let's go inside, it's cold out here," Hermione said.

"Hermione, it's June. School would just be getting out…"

"Let's go inside anyway, I've never properly had a tour of the Burrow."

"You want a tour?" George asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," Hermione said gently.

"Okay, you're the guest I guess," George said, inclining his head slightly.


Giving Hermione a tour had to be the most distracting thing that had happened to George these past two days. He still could hardly believe that three days ago he was talking to Fred about reopening Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. The thing was that during the tour he wasn't ignoring the memories, he was embracing them in a calm and soothing way.

"What's this?" Hermione asked, holding up a small teddy bear.

George smiled, taking the brown slightly ragged bear from her grasp. "This is Gred. Or Forge. Whichever we felt like calling him," George said. The two were standing in the Twin's old room, the last room in the tour.

"What age?" Hermione asked, a teasing concern in her voice.

"Three to five. You know this bear-" he waved the bear slightly. "-actually wasn't named until mom actually called us Gred and Forge one day. I haven't picked it up since at least half a year ago."

"What was it's original name?" Hermione asked.

"Stanly. Stanly the Manly," George said, bright blue eyes filled with the ghosts of memories. "Where'd you find it?"

"On top of the dresser," Hermione said, pointing at the twin's dresser.

"Of course, the most manly place to be," George said with an understanding nod. Hermione giggled, taking the bear and setting it back to the dresser. "Well that's the end of the tour, come one, let's call it a day and go eat stuff."


A ghostly chill had overtaken the field, the very blades of grass seemed to be ice. The wind swirled through the red hair, sending it flying in all directions. George could feel the void inside his heart deepening, expanding. He held out his want, and muttered the incarnation for light. "Lumos…" Light seeped through the stems of flowing grass, casting thin shadows that seemed to shrink and hide from the yellow brightness. Daybreak shone through the mountains as the sun greeted the tips of the trees. Nobody would be up for hours, in fact George doubted that anybody was up at all.

"Fred, you're going to rest soon. You're going to be gone forever and it seems there's little I can do. But I will do something," he recited, thinking hard. It was something much different from the jokes that the twins had been practicing. Suspended Animation. Yeah, that was it. He walked up to a small dead mouse he had just spotted, lying forgotten in the grass.

"You poor thing," George said tenderly, bending down. "I cannot bring you back to life, but I can do something for you, little creature."


The funeral was held at the same place Bill and Fleur's wedding was. So many people turned up… Teachers, Filtch, students, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Oliver Wood, Lee, surviving members of the order, people from DA like Neville, Luna and more. It was too much. He stood there, overcome by grief, standing by Lee, Katie and Angelina. He was discomforted to see Angelina crying softly, George knew that she had something going on with Fred.

"Fuck," Lee swore.

"Fuck," Katie and Angelina joined in.

"Fuck…" George agreed, his tone softer.

Lee turned to George and patted him on the back. "I-I don't even know what to say." Angelina let out another sob, trying to stifle her uncontrolled tears.

"Fred is…" Katie started.

"Right over there," George finished, jerking his head slightly and slowly towards the open casket filled with beautiful flowers.

"He looks happy," Angelina said, her voice shaking, "like he's laughing."

"He was laughing when he died," George said, his voice still soft.

Luna, Neville, Seamus and Dean all walked over to George.

"He was as brave as his jokes," Seamus said.

"I'll never forget the parties he threw for us," Dean said. "I'll never forget him regardless."

"He was in the DA, he fought Lord Voldemort," Neville said. "I'm proud to have fought alongside him."

"Fred was funny. Even funnier than Ron," Luna said, giving George a small smile before she swung around and airily retreated into the mist.

"George?" Kate asked cautiously.

"Yeah?" George asked.

"Shouldn't we…"

"See him? Yeah," George trekked off towards Fred, his friend's followed close behind. George stopped at the coffin, looking down at Fred's smiling face and his gently features. He looked as though he were resting, though he looked slightly pale all the same.

"Best damn beaters," Oliver said, seemingly coming out of nowhere. "Even the sky is mourning him, look at this weather…" He sniffed loudly and walked off. George smiled, and on impulse, he bent over his brother and stroked his hair back from his face. Then he lightly kissed Fred's forehead, shocked at how cold and waxy it felt. Angelina fell to her knees and Katie quickly dropped to comfort her.

"Who did this? What sick son of a bitch…?" Lee asked.

"Rookwood," George growled.

"George?" Lee questioned,

"What?"

"Let's kill that bastard."

"He's not dead?" George demanded. "But Percy got him!!"

"No he escaped, quite a few Death Dopes did," Lee said savagely. George looked down at his brother, rage shaking throughout every cell and essence of his body that was already so ravaged by grief.

"I'll kill him… Don't you worry Lee. But for now let's not talk about that bastard," George said.

"I don't want him to be buried! His face will be gone forever then!" Angelina sobbed, leaning over the coffin and stroking his face. George walked over to her and kneeled besides her, flinging his hair out of his face. The wind was quite a nuisance to everyone it seemed, only Fred was sheltered in the black body case.

"Don't worry," George whispered in her ear, "he won't be."

"What?" Angelina demanded. But George didn't say anything more. He stood, and with a last look at his friends, for the time being, he walked out into the mist to meet his family.


"Fred..." George started, standing in front of the entire crowd of people. "Fred was... Fred." He stated simply. "He was my brother, my best friend... Still is actually. He may have seemed like a fool at times, but really he was more brilliant than the lot of us. Well, with you Ravenclaw blokes and Hermione as the exception." The crowd smiled, a few people leaned fowards from their seats eagerly. Stifled sobs could be hear from nearly everywhere. George looked down at his hands, still shaking like icicles, still as cold as his soul felt. Every fiber being of him screamed out in confusion from being ripped in half. His heart thudded painfully againts his chest, threatening to break out. George clutched his heart, ignoring the pain he felt and continued. "I wasn't there when he died. I should've been there really, we were born toghether, we should die together. They say he died with a laugh upon his face, and you can clearly see that still he is laughing..." George paused again, not entirely feeling like a speech man. "Therefore I cannot let that laugh rot underground." Everybody looked at him in surprise. George faced Fred, his back to the crowd. "Fred," he whispered, "Fred," he breathed. "I give you my last gift, the only gift that I can bestow upon you to reward you bravery and you cheek. And don't worry, bro. We'll always be partners in crime." With that said he gently picked up his brother, ignoring the gasps from the crowd.

"Desecretion!" An elderly woman screamed out.

"George, George what are you doing?" He could hear Mrs. Weasley cry. George walked off towards the forest, through the mist, Fred's lifeless face drooping over the side of his arm.

"By God sombody stop him!" A man screamed. A few people rose from their seat with cries and outbursts of protests.

"No!" Lee leapt up from his seat, wand brandished. "George knows what he's doing." And followed by a number of loyal friends, including Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, the family, the DA, whatnot, they followed him into the woods, ignoring the adults protests. Well all the adults except for Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Kinglsey... The people who really trusted George. In this great number the protesters were forced to stay in their seats, muttering obsenities.

George's heart leapt at the amount of people followed him. He felt foolish at the same time, but he still knew what he was doing.

"Heavens George," Mrs. Weasley cried. But still she followed her son, supported by Mr. Weasley.

George led his friends, and Fred, towards a grove where he and Fred always hung out. It was here where George always hid when he was having problems as a child, and it was here where Fred always saved him from his fears. He layed him down on the grass, soft and gentle and used to their presense. George backed away, and brandished his wand. He waved it once, and a burst of silver issued forth from it. Silver essense shot into the air, and slowly fell over Fred, surrounding him and combining with him until it vanished.

"There you go, brother," George said. "I figured it out, just like you said. Suspended Animation. Now you won't have to worry about your smiles running out, you can last off this one." But suddenly somthing happened that George did not expect, there was a great rumbling, and a clap of loud thunder and lighting. Everybody jumped as rain and mist fell from the sky. George watched in horror as the mist cleared from Fred's body, and as the rain stopped as soon as it had started. The crowd gasped at the sight before their eyes. Fred, dry and in one piece, was visible through a see through tomb that seemed to be built of crystal. The faces shined off the sun that had suddenly broken through, and the roof of the tomb was curved elegantly, with statues of lions sprouting out from the corners. "Damn Fred," George swore. "Even in death you continue to surprise me."


Yes I know that was corny! MWA HA HA! Just to tell you I PROMISE AND SWEAR TO GOD that that piece will be the only corny thing in this story. I just felt like making it corny because somtimes cornyness rocks. And if you didn't find it corny at all than good for you because that's excellant news!