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Three months after her birth, has healed nicely from her spinal and brain surgery and her lungs have developed enough to allow her to breathe on her own. She is finally pretty healthy, despite the fact that she still sports a tube in her nose because eating from a bottle is still difficult for her. She was now old enough to look up at her father through her big blue eyes with wonder as he held her close to him. On this particular day the chilly fall air nipped at their noses. Due to hospital requirements her visitors had been kept to a minimum so the only people who had actually seen her in person were George, Molly, Arthur, and Ron; since leaving the hospital she has met most of her family. Sarafina had experienced a long week after meeting all of her family, but George saved the most important one for last and the moment was finally here for her to meet him.
She sleeps peacefully in her dad's arms as he carries her along the stone path. It is a strange place to bring a baby but her dad walks with confidence and a little ways down the path he stops and kneels on the grass. Sarafina moves her head a little, stirring in her father's arms but not waking up. George holds her closer as he reads this particular headstone for the millionth time in two years:
Fred Weasley
April 1, 1978
May 2, 1998
One of two, and Half of the Other
George reaches out and touches the headstone that marks the final resting place of his twin brother. "Hi Freddy." says George; his voice was no more than a whisper. "I have brought someone to meet you. This is Sarafina… my daughter," George said as he lifted her up to show her off, as if the headstone were an extension of Fred's eyes. "She is also the reason I haven't been to visit you for a while. She was born three months ago but she was very ill from the moment she was born. I spent all of my time at the hospital with her. It was very hard…" George choked up again this time the tears falling freely as he continued. "It is very hard to handle this difficult situation without you. It makes me miss you on a deeper level but I have also found happiness again through her." George managed to produce a small smile, as he looked down upon the sleeping infant in his arms and back up at the headstone again. "Due to her condition she most likely cannot and will not ever be able to walk… But that is ok because she is super awesome and you would love her." He paused for a moment. "You would love her and even though she will never have gotten to meet you, she will love you."
George pulls a small picture frame out of his bag and looks down on it; inside it was a photo of George holding Sarafina for the first time. It was a copy of the one George's mum had taken the day Sarafina had gotten her breathing tube taken out; it was the first time she had ever smiled in her entire life. Fred loved to smile; he even died smiling, so George knew that he would love this picture. He placed it on the grass leaning against the headstone and pulled out his wand. He pointed his wand at the frame as he muttered "Epoximise Maxima." George smiled slightly after he permanently stuck the photograph to the grave, "There you go, now you can see her smiling all the time." George looked at the grave again, before he side hugged it with his free arm, "I sure do miss you, mate. I wish you could be here to meet her… I wish you could be here just so I could talk to you…" George took in a deep breath as he found against fresh tears and finished, "We'll be back soon, ok? Mum, is expecting us back for dinner. See ya later brother." With that, George stood up, walked back to the stone path, and with a last look back at Fred's grave, George held Sarafina tightly and disapparated.