It had been several years since the end of the second blood war. No family was untouched from loss, or left whole. In a small graveyard on a hill in Ottery St. Catchpoll a young man stands in front of three graves. The wind blowing softly through the tree above them ruffles his already messy hair. He stands there, staring at the graves of his brothers in all but blood.

On the smallest of the graves there is only one sentence written. "Friends, Romans, Countrymen; Lend me you're ears because I lost one." He laughs softly under his breath, remembering the short time full of ear jokes. Having been a while, he had forgotten most of them except for the first, with "I'm holy".

The next two graves he looked upon brought tears to his eyes. They were large slabs of granite with alternating words written upon them, just how the twins had spoken all they're lives. When one had died in the Battle of Hogwarts, the other had succumbed to depression, refusing to eat or sleep until he had passed away as well. The young man had tears running down his face as he read the graves for what seemed the hundredth time.

"If we shadows have offended,"

"Think but this, and all is mended,"

"That you have but slumber'd here"

"While these visions did appear."

"And this weak and idle theme,"

"No more yielding than a dream,"

"Gentles, do not reprehend:"

"if you pardon, we will mend:"

"And, as we are honest Pucks,"

"If we have unearned luck"

"Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,"

"We will make amends ere long;"

"Else the Pucks a liar call;"

"So, good night unto you all."

"Give me your hands, if we be friends,"

"And Gred and Forge shall restore amends."

Shaking his head smiling as he wiped the tears from his eyes, he sighed. He looked up to the tree towering above him, the wind knocking some of the small flowers off and floating down to land upon him and the graves. He could swear he heard young male laughter around him every time he came to visit, for he always visited them first on the way to the Burrow with his family waiting there. He came alone, his wife never wanting to come with him. It hurt her too much, the loss of these two brothers.

Casting one last glace before him, smiling sadly, he turned about and disappeared. Apparating to the Burrow, to join in all the chaos when the family got together, all the children and grandchildren of Molly and Arthur running about.

As the wind blew across the graves, alone once more, laughter could be heard, ringing through the graveyard. Two young men, twins, together again, are playing pranks forever.

A.N. I don't own any of this, I also found one mistake in the monolog that drove me crazy, so I fixed it. All characters belong to other people not me.