The Journey

The Paper

I walked outside with George in the field. His hands in his pocket. I could see a stone in the distance.

"I've learned to appreciate things a lot more now. In the moment things." He said. "The war wasn't a pretty one, and you and Freddie were brand new when this happened. I'm not surprised you were separated from your parents. Harry and Draco told me everything. I just want you to know dear that. Don't lose sight of now because of that mark on your arm. It does not determine your worth, and it does not determine who you are. Do you understand that?"

"Yes.  I do. I just wished everyone felt the same way as you guys did." I said awkwardly. "The dark mark has had some burden on me. But, Scorpius, and Draco have helped me some..." I grinned running my fingers over the mark.

"Not that mark dear. " He began to brush off the stone as I realized he was talking about my cutting. The stone read 'Here lies Fred Weasley. A brother, a friend, a hero and Most certainly not the better looking twin.' I laughed slightly knowing it was meant to ease the tension.

"I live everyday without my brother because we didn't have a choice. You have a choice, and I don't want you to be blinded by the hate. And make a choice because of someone who didn't get your jokes in life. Instead. Try to focus on the ones that do." He grinned at me as a flower grew on Fred's grave.

"I haven't cut in a month." I sighed. "I'm going to be a God mother. What kind of example would that set my future God child?" I grinned big.

"I see. Well, I also heard you had a question for me?" He grinned lightly grabbing my chin kneeling down in front of me.

"Uhm. Yes. This paper." I pulled it from my pocket.

"Ah....." He looked back up at me.

"Are you ready to find out who your Father really was Celestial?" He asked.

"Yes...More than anything." He stood up whispering in my ear.

"That is how you get that paper to show you what the truth is." He walked off and I stood there in shock.