So, a funny thing happened with this chapter. Originally it was going to be Harry who joined her. But I just felt that it made more sense if it was George. Let me know what you think!
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2nd July 1998
Ginny was sat under a tree in the garden. She could feel the wind in her hair, smell the heavy scent of the late summer flowers. She wasn't doing anything much, just sitting, thinking. Missing her brother.
This tree was her special place, where she would think about him. One day, when she was seven, she and her brothers had been climbing the tree, and, in a desperate attempt to impress them, she had climbed too high. Fred had been the one to help her, by telling her exactly what to do, that George and Ron would catch her. Sometimes she still felt she was that little girl, trying to fit in with her big brothers.
She was interrupted by a voice. "I miss him too."
It was George. He sat down next to her. "Every day. Sometimes it hurts so much, I can't breathe. I wake up every morning and think, 'what will we get up to today? Who are we going to prank? What are we going to invent?' And then I remember."
Ginny put her arm around him. She could see how much it was costing him to put his emotions into words. He had put on a brave face after the war, but had become slightly more withdrawn. She hadn't seen him truly smile since the war.
"I know," she said simply. "I know. But he wouldn't want us to just be depressed all the time. He'd want us to laugh. He'd want you to make us laugh Georgie. That was your dream, remember? To make the world laugh."
"I can't," George said, his voice breaking. "It's been two months, and I can't even make myself go back to the shop! I keep seeing him everywhere."
"So do I," Ginny said. "I know none of us can even come close to what you're going through. But we all lost a brother. And we need his twin to stay with us." Tears were flowing freely from her eyes, but she didn't care. "I need my big brother George to give me a cuddle and tell me it'll all be ok. We need you to remind us of him."
George let himself be comforted by his little sister. "Sometimes, I hear his voice," he said. "I think I've heard it, but then I can't anymore, and I just tell myself I imagined it."
Ginny couldn't bear to see her brother so upset. "Hey, do you remember the time Fred gave Ron an acid pop? And it-"
"Burned a hole through his tongue," George finished. "Yeah." He was quiet for a moment, before saying, "Do you remember when we tried to get Ron to make an unbreakable vow?"
Ginny laughed. "Of course. I was, what, four? I've never seen Dad that angry,"
"Me neither," George said. He still looked melancholy
"Do you remember when he told me you'd send me a Hogwarts toilet seat?"
She could have sworn she saw the corners of his mouth twitch. "We sent one to Harry, in his first year when he was in the hospital wing. But I think it got confiscated."
Ginny laughed. "You see? You need to remember. And I know you will never forget any of it. But if you remember, it might just help."
The two of them sat there in silence, both thinking about their lost brother.
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Hope you enjoyed, please review. As I've said, this is more of a slow project, as I'm currently working on another project. So, watch this space!