In the last moments of his life, George did everything from his and Fred's teenage bucket list, including what the muggles call 'skydiving'.
In the last weeks of his life, George visited his old friends from school. He reminisced with Lee, Katie, Oliver, Ginny, Harry, and Ron. That was the sort of thing old people do.
In the last days of his life, George began his letter. At first it ran only a few sentences long, but it slowly spanned to the length of several papers.
In the last moments of his life, George signed his letter with a typical Weasley flourish. He reached up to touch the spot below where his ear used to be; a habit he had picked up in the years after the war. He sighed. The house was quiet. The kids had moved out and Angelina had died years ago of a sudden heart attack. This was the only moment of peace he had had in the last 70 years. He usually appreciated the mischievous noise caused by his family; his grandkids and great-nieces and nephews.
But, in the last seconds of George's life, he smiled gleefully into the serene and absolute silence of his home, savoring it. Then, he closed his eyes peacefully and was no more.
Dear Fred,
I'm dying. You probably know that though. You've always been that know-it-all git, sort of like Hermione. I'm sorry that I haven't visited lately. I've been busy.
I gave the shop to Roxy. She's become more of a trouble maker anyway. I've told her and Fred many stories about our antics at Hogwarts, and she took inspiration. I mean, Merlin, she sent a toilet seat home to Albus. Did you know she wrote a book? It was about Harry and Hermione and ickle Ronniekins. You too.
And Fred. Or Alec, should I say? He's smart. So so smart. No one was surprised when he became Minister. He is a little Percy, for sure. Tell Perce I say hullo. Mum misses him. It must be odd to out-live a few of your children. Anyroad, Alec used to ask about you a lot when he was young. When I told him how alike you too where, he would beam. Then Rox would have a tantrum and decide that she was more like you. But he would still smile. When he was a teen he looked like you, other than a freckle or two. But the thing most like us (I guess it is us, as we are twins) is when he laughs. Roxy's got the same guffaw, mind you, but she's a girl. Alec's voice is just the right caliber.
He doesn't laugh a lot anymore. His wife and kids and his work are stressing him, though he doesn't like to show it.
Since I've talked about the kids, I figure I should talk about myself for a bit.
Angelina has been gone for a while, send her my love. What she shouldn't know though, is contained in the next few sentences.
I fell out of love with her a long time ago, Fred. I met a muggle girl at a coffee shop when I was 28 and she was so beautiful. Angelina must have noticed when I brought her over for dinner, introducing her as a work colleague. But she didn't say anything. This girl, this muggle was just mind-blowing. She didn't talk to me like I was some sort of war hero, Fred. It was amazing that all there was to our relationship was her and me, and not everything I've gone through.
She died, too, not long after I met her. So I decided to love Angelina again, but it wasn't the same.
I know you know all of this, but I thought I'd tell you anyway.
So, yeah. I'll see you in a little bit. There's this muggle adage I've become a bit fond of. I suppose they used to say it as a 'goodbye':
'In the hope to meet shortly again, and make our absence sweet.'
I know you must think I've gone soft, but it is sad. I'm rather sad and pathetic and old. If you where here, you would be too. You'd be the most crotchety old man that there ever was in the whole history of England. So don't be a wanker and laugh that I've gone soft, even if I have
I thought about you a lot these last seventy or so years. I think you've thought about me too.
Sorry for being sentimental in my old age. I'll tell you everything as soon as I get up there.
This is the end, I suppose. So,
In the hope to meet shortly again, our absence has been sweet,
George
-The End-
AN: I said seventy years, because I've decided that Geo' measures time by Fred's death. Anyroad, I hope you like it. I'm not totally pleased with the ending, but life goes on. I would be ever-so-happy if you'd review. So, yeah. Thanks for reading!