Cell Phone, A George Weasley Oneshot

Story

George sat in his room, their room, slumped against the wall, staring into nothingness. Tears had already made their way down his face, leaving his throat raw and his face sticky. His side of the room still had the chaos of the Weasley twins, mess everywhere, ingredients and various pranks under the bed, on the floor. It was as if his twin, his other half, his partner in crime, was simply out on an errand, and would be back any minute now with ideas, jokes and stories to tell. 

For the longest time, George tried to imagine that. It became too much eventually.

George's side of the room was utterly empty. A hospital room. Colorless. Empty of life. No more posters on the wall, no more silly gadgets and gizmos littering the floor. Just... emptiness.

George glanced at the item in his hand. A cell phone. They both had one, given to them by their father on their birthday. Every Weasley had one. They used it to text ideas, search up muggle pranks for comparison. 

They used to use it.

Slowly, George picked up his phone and brought it in front of him with trembling fingers. Might as well give it a go. Maybe... it would help.

#34 4958 4859: Hey Freddie, it's me. There's so much I want to tell you. I guess the biggest thing is that I miss you. It wasn't supposed to be like this. We were supposed to die out together, mate. We were gonna grow old together. We were gonna fall in love, buy homes opposite each other      (close to the joke shop, of course), raise our kids together. But.. how can I do that if you're in a box under the ground, you git? I wish you were here, mate. I want to laugh with you, make new inventions, spread the Weasley joy. But how can I spread it when you aren't here, Freddie boy? We can't be Fred and George, or Gred and Forge anymore. We. A word I can never use again. Us. 

#34 4958 4859: You were our glue, Gred. You held the family together. But now that you're gone... we've fallen apart. Mum still calls me your name sometimes, you know? We can only look at each other and burst into tears. Dad barely comes home anymore.Ginny misses you like mad. Percy feels so guilty. I can't be mad at him, though, he was your last laugh. 

George could no longer type, he was too overwhelmed with emotion and he couldn't see with all the tears in his eyes. He tucked the phone in his pocket and headed out the door, walking past Molly, Ginny and Bill."I'm headed out for a walk - I- love you." He turned away again and shut the door quietly behind him. Molly turns to Bill and bursts into tears. "He's- s-so empty now, Bill. He's a sh-shell!"

Bill's eyes welled up too and he rubbed a fist over his eyes. "We all miss him, Mum. Miss them."

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George walked up the hill next to his house, sitting underneath a large tree. His only company; a rock, embedded into the soil. 

Here lies Fred Weasley 

1978- 1988

 A loving son, brother and friend. 

May he rest in peace and never be forgotten. 

George simply looks down onto the grave and takes a deep breath.

"Would you be mad at me Fred?" George's voice is hoarse from crying and lack of use. "Is it selfish?"

Of course, no answer rang out, no laugh. No scolding, telling him he was a pompous git and to 'get back in there and be a man.'

George laughed sadly as tears welled in his eyes again. Fred would never say that.

George pulled out his phone again, his hand brushing against another item in his pocket as he withdrew it. He started typing again, for a minute or so. He hit send before kneeling beside his brothers grave. 

+++++++++++++++++

A ding from Arthur's, Molly's, Ron's, Ginny's, Bill's, Percy's and Charlie's phone all created a small orchestra as they chimed all at once. 

How do I start this message? I guess I'll start by saying I love you all, so much.

George reached once again into his pocket, bringing out another invention. Not his own, but a muggle gadget.

Freddie wasn't just half of Fred and George, he was 3/4 of us. Because when he died, he took half of me with him. 

George took out the gun, the metal gleaming in the light.

"Just George" isn't good enough. It's not something I can handle.

He gently swept the gun, clearing it of invisible dust. 

Again; I love you all, so, so much. 

A wail, a scream and a cry rang out from the Weasley household. It was time.

I hope you can forgive me, for what I'm about to do.

Now or never.

Now, me and Freddie can be together again. Gred and Forge. 

George raised the barrel of the gun to his temple.

Please don't blame yourselves. 

George smiled.

Love,

Forge (and Gred). 

A shot rang out from the hill. 

The Weasley family rushed out the door and up to Fred's grave. There lay George, a smile on his face, the barrel of a gun in one hand... and a cell phone in the other.

P.S. Please bury me next to Freddie.

They obliged.

+++++++++++++++++++++

George woke up at King's Cross Station. "What-"

"Georgie."

George looked up and his heart swelled to three times its size. Fred smiled down at him. "How I missed you, Forge."

"And how I missed you, Gred."

"Come on, you've got to meet everyone, Prongs, Padfoot, Moony! Oh, they're the best! Albus and Severus are here too! And Lily, Loony's mum..."

They walked away, Fred's arm looped over George's shoulders and huge smiles on their faces. Together. Just as they were supposed to be. 

A/N: Oh my fricking GOD! I've been wanting to do this sort of story for the LONGEST time, and this idea popped into my head and I just started writing. I cried at my own story, which I guess is an achievement? I feel like JK.R just didn't give enough book time to Fred after he died. This is no where near as good as anything other people have done, but it's my own attempt. My personal favorite is this fanfic called George's letter, it's linked below. Absolutely go read it! See, thats the standard i'm trying to get to hehe.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5347818/1/George-s-Letter

or just search "George's letter, a harry potter fanfic". 

Bye Chickies xoxo

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