"George you gotta tell her how you feel." I sit next to him on the couch. "If you can't go through with the wedding you have to tell her you want to postpone it, it's only fair to her." His head hangs low, his eyes are red, puffy, and he has big bags underneath his eyes. His ginger hair is messier than usual, normally it's a bit more tamed.
"I just don't want her to leave me, you know?" I frown slightly.
"I know how you feel George, but you still must tell her. I'm sure she wouldn't leave you for wanting to postpone your wedding because HE won't be there. But George.."
"Yes?"
"Just know, you can't postpone it forever. He will be there in spirit, like he always has been." George leans over to me and rest his head on my shoulder, I smile a little. It feels just like him, I wish it was him..
"Hey Fenella?"
"Yes George?"
"Thank you.." He wispers slightly. "Thank you for everything you've done these past few years, it means a lot to all of us. You have no idea how much you've helped me and the rest of the family." He holds his head up and looks at me. "I know you were going through a tough time as well, yet you worried about everyone else," George smiles. "and for that, I am forever grateful to call you my sister." My eyes are watering.
"George... thank you for saying that. It really means a lot to me." I hug him.
***
It's late afternoon, the kids went down for a nap about 2 hours ago now. My beautiful children, James and Olyver to grow up in the care of their aunt and uncle.. I wish I took care of them more. Growing up wondering where your dad was is already hard enough, but to be in the care of your aunt and uncle wondering why your own mother can't take care of you is another story. I always thought I would be a great mother, but you see where we are now.
Though now, I'm taking care of my own kids. We are living in the house we bought almost 7 years ago. Pictures of Freddie and I are hung up on the wall still, I doubt I will ever take them down. The kids need to know what a great person he was, they know many stories from George, Ron, Charlie, Ginny, and Bill, but that's not enough. I wish they could've met him...
I just wanted to grow old with that crazy boy, whom I had fallen deeply in love with and I couldn't lay my finger on why. But now that he's gone I've slowly come to the realization on why I did fall for him. The way his smile could light up any room, or the way he walked so powerfully. Or it could have been the way he always made people laugh, even if they were down in the dumps. Maybe it was how romantic he was, the way he kissed me or brushed my hair for me when I was sick, or when he held my hair back for me when I got morning sickness. I smile. My love wherever you are, just know you will always be on my mind. Never in the back, always front and center.
"Mommy?" I look down to my left, Olyver tugs on my shirt, rubbing her eye with the other hand.
"Yes my love?" She hugs my leg. I smile.
"Can me and James have ice cream? Pwease?" I laugh.
"Of course you can my love," I stare at the picture of Freddie and I. "let's go into the kitchen."
***
The burrow is at peace, the sun is slowly starting to set and Molly is in the kitchen slaving over dinner. George is playing with the kids, he's trying to teach them how quidditch. I'm sitting on the couch watching them, all while reading a book. The book I was reading when Fred and George pranked me instead of Mrs. Umbridge. I smile once again.
