Summary: Fred is gone, and now George has to move on. This is a bunch of one-shots about George remembering his fallen brother throughout the rest of his life.
A/N: This is my idea of what happened to George after Fred Died. I know everyone is doing this, but I have to. I feel obligated with the Twins being two of my favorite characters.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters and plotlines from it belong to JKR. Anything she doesn't own is mine.
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Chapter 4: He's Still Listening
George opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Fred's name illuminated by the now orange fireworks. It had been a whole year without Fred by his side. One long, awkward year. George had decided to go visit the grave that night, and had fallen asleep talking to the headstone.
He sat up and stretched his limbs. "See Fred, you're so boring during these little conversations that you make me fall asleep!" He smiled to himself. Ever since his birthday, George had realized that if he ever really needed to talk to his twin, he just needed to come and sit by his grave. Sure, he never got a reply, and somewhere in his mind, he knew it was somewhat odd that he made frequent visits to talk to a stone, but he knew that somewhere...
George stood up and looked at his watch before letting out a small breath of laughter, "I'm late for work."
...somewhere out there, Fred was listening.
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"Mr. Weasley! You're incredibly late!" Verity ran up to George as he walked in through the front door of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. "The possible buyers are here waiting in...your--you are filthy! Where have you been?" George looked down at his dirty jeans and t-shirt and shrugged, "I spent the night on the cold hard ground again..." He looked back up at his co-worker and smiled. The blonde ran a hand down her cheek, "You KNEW you had a meeting and you didn't stop to change before coming?"
"I forgot about said meeting okay? I had...other things on my mind."
Verity's look of annoyance suddenly gave way to a look of understanding. George pulled out his wand, and with a small flick, he'd changed into his work robes and made himself look presentable. Verity shook her head, "I need to learn that little trick." George pocketed his wand and took a deep breath, "In my office then?"