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 8: George Jr.
"Do we get to keep him?" Fred asked, a smile on his face. George shook his head with a smile, "Of course we do! He's your baby brother and your mother did a lot to get such a special baby to be part of our family." Verity laughed at her boys.
"So, what's his name?" Fred asked.
"George Jr." Verity said.
"'Cause you gotta have a George if you have a Fred, right Dad?"
George nodded, "Right."
"Tee Hee… everyone is going to be jealous of me cause I have the best little brother ever!" Fred said, taking George Jr. from their mother.
~*~
That night, George visited his brother's grave. The fireworks still lit up as brightly as ever. "Can't have a Fred without a George…" he muttered with a touch of bitterness in his voice.
He still missed his brother more than anything. Even with his family and friends, life just wasn't the same. Every day, George felt like he was being torn apart again. Even Verity knew, George was slowly rotting away with every passing hour. He touched a finger to the head stone. "Ah Fred… I miss you."
George left that night hoping that he would truly meet his brother again someday.