Imagine George Weasley coming back to Hogwarts after many years for a reunion.
People clap him in the back and congratulate him on his success with the Battle of Hogwarts and the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and everyone remembers the times when he used to prank and make others laugh back at school. But he wasn't the same.
He would stroll down the corridors and look at the different places he's been with his twin brother, reliving the moments when they planted dung bombs in the teachers' offices, or turned Neville into a canary. He would go up to the secret passages of hogwarts, alone, trying to find a brother that was ince with him and never came back. He carried his grief inside him and shaped it into a mask of happiness. But it was building up, layer by layer, until it was too much to take.
On his way out of Hogwarts, he encounters a first-year who stares at him in awe, wide eyed. Then he asks the question: "Were you one of the twins who jumped on a broomstick and flew out of Hogwarts, defeating Umbridge?" George feels tears sliding down his cheek as he replies in a quiet voice, "Once."
And he collapses in silent melancholy, crying for the brother he lost, holding on to the little boy as if he was still holding on to Fred, holding on, dreading for the moment he needed to go.
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Weasley tragedy
FanfictionMany people were affected of Fred Weasley's death. But none more than George. Here are just some short stories of what happened to George after Fred died. Some of them are my own, and some are from other websites and such. There are also some facts...
