So, I decided to write this One shot based of off a headcanon that I read and that will probably be most of my one shots from now on. Also, quick side note, all future one shots will be written here, thanks and I hope you enjoy!
It started one day after George locked up the Joke Shop. He had said goodbye to Seamus and the new girl Alice and had the key in the door when he heard it, a faint whisper from his ear. It would've seemed normal but the whisper had been from the ear he had lost. He shook his head before finishing up and leaving, not yet able to shake the uneasy feeling.
The second time he heard it was when he was inventing a new product that made patrons laugh uncontrollably for five minutes straight. The whisper was much louder this time and it sounded like someone was saying his name from across the room. It took him by surprise so when it happened, he startled violently and dropped a few unicorn horns into the unfinished project which resulted in a pink clouded explosion. Seamus and Alice ran to the lab to see what was wrong and helped him up before dusting him off.
George couldn't place where he had heard the voice calling his name but he was determined to find out. A week had passed since the explosion and George was standing nervously in front of Ron and Hermione's flat. They had moved there after their seventh year and it was homey if not a bit tight of a squeeze. George nervously knocked on the door and waited for a few moments before the door opened and a familiar bushy haired woman answered.
"Hello? George? Hey! How have you been?" Hermione smiled as she leaned against the doorway.
"Well, I've been better... May I come in?" George asked politely.
Hermione's smile dropped to a concerned frown as she nodded and ushered him inside, "Of course. What's the matter?"
George stepped into the flat and sat down in the living room with a heavy sigh, "Well. For the past week or so, I've been hearing a... voice. In my left ear."
Hermione sat down and waved her wand as a tray of tea and coffee floated towards them, "Your left ear? But I thought you were deaf in it."
"I was, I am but this voice... It sounds so much like Fred..." George finished quietly as he sipped at his tea, his eyes glazed with a sheen of unshed tears as Hermione gently patted his back.
"George... Sometimes when we lose someone close to us, we think that we can hear them or pretend that they aren't gone... I'm sorry but it's been months now, almost a year since the battle... You need to let him go," she encouraged softly as she rubbed his back soothingly.
George sniffed slightly and nodded before getting up, thanking her for the tea and flooing back to his apartment. He sighed as he pulled off his coat and scarf, hanging them neatly next to the door before tiredly making his way to his bedroom. He sat down on his bed and hung his head in his hands before he started to cry. It wasn't the loud obnoxiously obvious kind of sobbing, it was silent and heartwrenching to any who witnessed it. It was a sob for the brother he had lost, the friend he grew up with, the partner in crime he pranked with, and the best friend he had ever had.
As George cried, in the corner of his room, a light blue mist started to form until it floated there, suspended by an unforseen force as the voice in George's Ear came back.
"Hello there Gred, how are you?" It said as George snapped his head up.
He looked around the room until he spotted the blue mist that started to take shape and solidify, "...Fred? Is it..."
"Yes, it's really me, you're not crazy or anything," Fred smiled jokingly but a genuine sadness was in his eyes.
"Fred!" George sobbed as he tackled his brother's more solid ethereal blue form.
Fred smiled an agonizingly painful smile as he hugged his twin close, "I missed you George."
"I missed you too," George's reply was so faint it almost was missed but Fred heard.
"George, I'm sorry to say this. I know we haven't seen each other since I, well, died but please, let me go. I'm terribly concerned that if you keep mourning me, you might not see the life that you have is great enough without me. Please, George, for the sake of your life, let me go. Live for the both of us until the day you die when we see each other again," Fred gently ran his hand through George's ginger locks comfortingly as George sniffled.
"B-But how can I live a great life if you aren't in it? How can I create great memories if all I can think of is how you should be with me, at that moment?" George asked sadly as he looked up at his brother, looking and feeling like a lost and scared first year.
Fred just smiled and ruffled George's hair, "Don't worry about it. I'll be with you every step of the way."
As Fred said that, he started to disappear until all that was left was a faint whisper of his joyful laughter. George sniffed softly and wiped his eyes, finally determined to do something other than mourn his twin. He stood up and quickly got dressed, deciding to go to a bar down the street that a few Hogwarts Alumni frequent. Maybe he might chat with Angelina and as he stepped out into the crisp London air, George's heart was finally able to mend.