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.
Chapter 7: Seeing Double
"Hey daddy?"
George glanced over at his son, Fred, who was sitting at George's desk at the Joke Shop while George worked.
"Yeah?"
"Why are there two of you in this picture?" He asked, holding up the picture of the Grand Opening; George and his twin, his son's namesake, leaning against the doors in their work robes.
"Oh… Fred, that's…" He smiled, "I'm the one on the left."
He watched little Fred make and 'L' with both his hands, trying to figure out which was left. After a moment, he did. "Okay. So who's this?" He asked, pointing at his Uncle.
"That was my twin brother. Your Uncle Fred. You know about him!"
"Yeah…" Little Fred smiled, "I'm just like him! That's what you said!"
"You are."
"Good." Fred said, looking at the picture again.
"Good." George muttered, missing his brother so much that it hurt.