Mischief Managed, Freddie

After the battle of Hogwarts George found himself walking alone outside in the grounds of Hogwarts, among the gravestones. The surviving student's teachers families agreed that it would be best to put the dead to rest at their favourite spots on the grounds, so there were white gravestones scattered all around the grounds.

Fred's was next to the black lake it read:

Fred Wesley

1978-1998

Beloved son brother prankster

Mischief

Rest in Peace

When Georges time came he wanted to rest beside his brother the grave would be the same but instead of mischief, it would be managed.

George visited his twins grave often when he arrives sometimes he just shuts down breathing becomes constricted and he has to grab onto the nearest solid thing whether that be a tree, wall or person.

When he arrived, he would sink to his knees and just think the person he would be with would then pat his shoulder and leave.

He was glad that people knew to leave him alone sometimes he needed the solitude. Losing Fred for him had been like someone had taken his other half a part of his happiness his soul. A gaping hole on his inside that can not be filled.

One day when he went down by himself there it was cold, but George was toasty warm but yet he still felt cold, even under all the layers Mrs Weasley had fussed on him. Fred wasn't here normally during this time they would be running around having bewitched snowball fights, pranking people, in other words, having the time of their life. He shivered despite the many layers, no longer would Fred laugh when one of their snowballs hit Percy on the back of the head, no longer would he eat the hot mince pies that Ginny and Mrs Weasly made. He was gone and not coming back.

Today when he went down to his grave there was another there all bundled up kneeling and by the looks of it writing something.

Not wanting to be rude but wanting to know who and what they were writing he soundlessly walked so he was a bit behind who he could tell was a girl and what she was writing

Fred

Words cannot describe how much it pains me that you are gone. Your jokes always made me laugh no matter how bad they really were.

I was so excited when you asked me to the Yule Ball you can ask Katie, I wouldn't shut up about it for ages! You always made me laugh no matter what I was feeling at that time.

I'm going to miss you beyond words.

You were so brave and so loved

Angelina Johnson

George felt touched by Angelina's letter had trouble not to just start sobbing one single tear slipped down his face. As she folded up the letter and placed to next to his grave, and stood up a tear slipping down her cheek. More tears slipped out and George let out a small sniff as not to startle Angelina but the noticed.

Angelina turned around and saw George with his eyes glossy, and felt a pang of sorrow for her dead boyfriend's brother, twin brother. Angelina looked up at him and walked over. He was crying silently, without thinking she wrapped her arms around him.

George stood there for a minute and there wrapped his arms around her waist he felt her warmth, against hiss body and realised how cold he really was. He felt things he never thought he'd feel again for a long time, a Happiness, Hope, Love. I knew Angelina felt it to maybe they could help each other through this.

Suddenly he felt swamped by guilt this was his twin brothers girlfriend he was hugging. What would he say if he was alive?

He saw something move out of the corner of his eye and jumped it was a man with flaming red hair and an'F' on his jumper, he winked to George and said softly 'Take care of her for me Georgie? Take care of her because I'm not there'

George nodded and loosened his grip in Angelina she looked up deeply into his eyes 'Fred would want us together' she whispered.

They lent in and there lips met, it was soft and gentle just how a first kiss in meant to be. After a moment they broke apart and George had a small smile smile on his lips. He looked up to see the red headed man. He was standing there with I large grin on his face, he pulled out his wand and wrote in the air in curling letters 'Mischief Managed'

'Mischief Managed, Freddie' George whispered.

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