She finds him alone in the dark, staring at a bed he's never seen empty while he lay in his own. To her it's perhaps the perfect picture of the lasting impact made by the final battle. Two identical beds, one empty, the other full.

Hermione's not sure if she should take a seat on Fred's bed, or join George on his own. He looks up and points to the empty space.

"Go ahead," he whispers, his voice choked and harsh in the darkness. "You've slept in it often enough," he adds with the faintest of smiles. "He'd like that."