AUTHOR'S NOTE All right, here we are at the end! I was going to wait a couple days before I posted this last chapter, but I've been watching Deathly Hallows memorial videos on YouTube and now I'm all in the somber mood. So I decided to post this last chapter now.
Couple of last notes – I originally was going to write chapters for Ted Tonks, Colin Creevey, and Snape as well. I tried to write the Ted one with Dean, but I just didn't feel that we got to know Ted well enough. Colin I couldn't choose a person to visit his grave that I knew well enough to write. And Snape, well, it should be Harry who visited his grave and Harry already had a chapter. So those three were also in my heart as I wrote this.
Finally, no one guessed the narrator correctly, although you all had wonderful guesses. A lot of you guessed Fred, which would have worked with every chapter except this one, as this is Fred's grave. I saved it for last because the twins are my favorite characters (along with Lupin – you can guess how much fun I had reading DH) and it was the one I was most looking forward to writing. I hope I did the characters justice. And I apologize now. I just couldn't end it any other way.
It also has occurred that the title of this story is a clue to the narrator's identity, but I never pointed that out. So I'm sorry! Hopefully you'll still let me know what you think!
Thank you all for reading! Narrator is revealed in this chapter…
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"Fred, you next," the plump woman said.
"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"
"Sorry, George, dear."
"Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy, and off he went. His twin called after him to hurry up, and he must have done so, because a second later, he had gone.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone Page 92
Human beings do not want to hurt. It is human nature to want to avoid pain and be happy. But there are times when something happens that becomes too much. It eats away at the mind and the soul and no matter how much time passes, happiness becomes impossible.
It is April 1st, 2000. Today is supposed to be the Weasley twins' twenty-second birthday.
Now it is only the birthday of one twin. I have been watching George for a long time. I have worried about him. And I have finally realized that there is nothing I can do.
I remember Fred and George as everyone does – talented wizards, incurable pranksters, and best friends. They did everything they could to make sure that they made life at Hogwarts and at the Burrow fun, or at the very least more interesting and they did it together. They were famous and infamous. They loved their family and loved their friends.
But the George I see today is none of those things. This George has spent the entire day sitting in the orchard outside the Burrow. His cloak is wet from sitting in the damp grass and there is a red mark on his temple where he has leaned his head against the stone that reads Fred Weasley.
Every member of his family has come out to try to coax him back inside. Bill and Fleur were first, followed by Charlie and Percy, then Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny. Finally his parents tried to talk to him, pleading with him to at least come inside and eat something, but George has not moved all day.
Every single person I have visited has been in pain. They have all lost people close to them. But each one was also able to overcome that pain and move on with their life. Now, looking at George, I understand why. They all still had the will to live.
I don't know how long I can stay. I have never had to just watch someone and wait for something to change. I know at some point I will be forced to leave, but right now I feel like I must stay as long as I can for George's sake.
Watching him sitting there is almost as painful as watching my mum by my grave. George doesn't even cry. He simply sits there, his head resting on his brother's headstone and his eyes staring at nothing.
He blinks once, then slowly his eyes begin to close. Panic rises up and suddenly engulfs me, but it's too late.
I turn at the sound of my name and see him looking at me, frowning. "Cedric Diggory?" he asks again.
With a sad smile, I nod. "Hi George."
He turns and looks and jumps when he sees his own body still sitting beside the grave. "Oh Merlin," he says quietly.
"I don't think it was supposed to happen this way," I say, shaking my head. "I was supposed to help you. I've helped everyone else. I'm sorry."
George is staring at his former self, a thoughtful look on his face. After a minute, he looks back at me. "I'm dead," he says.
I nod. "Yeah."
"Hmm." He seems to contemplate this for a minute. "All right then."
He's taking it a lot better than I did, that's for sure. "Are you okay?" I ask slowly.
"I think so," he replies, still looking deep in thought. Then he glances at me and asks, "What happens now? Where are we? What are you doing here anyway?"
I am about to answer, but I see someone approaching over George's shoulder. I decide to keep my mouth shut and wait. "Well?" George asks.
"Don't worry, Forge," the other figure says. "I'll explain everything."
The happiness and life that had been absent for so long rushes back into George's eyes as he grins. He spins around and faces his twin.