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Chapter 2: If Your Reading This
If Your Reading This
If you’re reading this
There’s gonna come a day
When you move on and find someone else
And that’s okay
If You're Reading This - Tim McGraw
It was quiet, not even a mouse could be heard in the flat that rested over Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, as George stood in the doorway that led down to the shop below. He hadn't stepped foot in the flat, since the death of his brother, days before. In away he was afraid of all the memories that would fill him, that Fred and he, had created over the years that they had lived together here. Sure the nights before this he had laid next to the empty bed of his twin, in their childhood home, and even there memories had filled him. But now, this place felt emptier then it had ever been before. George was afraid that if he took a step inside, that the truth that Fred was gone, would be real.
A sigh escaped George's lips, as his eyes moved around the small flat. Everything was the same, expect that there was no Fred, and he knew there was nothing he could do about that, no matter how hard he wanted to. Moving forward, George held back small tears. It was different walking in this flat now, even though he had done it so many times before. It seemed alot bigger then the last time he had seen it, but it also felt a lot smaller, then it was. In away he couldn't believe that he and Fred, had lived in this place, for so long, and know it was just him. Blinking his eyes, he moved down the hallway, walking past Fred's room, his eyes only resting on it for a moment, before moving to his own room, and falling face first on to his bed.
The light of the sun sparkled on a lone tombstone, almost like a spot light on a stage, as a girl with sun kissed hair, kneeled infront of the stone. Her white golden blue eyes, starred at the name before her, tears creeping out at the corners. She had been there the day before, watching from afar as his family and friends cried over the lose of him, but she couldn't help coming here again, this time alone, no one but herself. Treasure felt the need to be alone, alone with him, to just gaze down at the stop that he would rest forever. She was scared, for she didn't know what she was going to do, now that she was alone with her son. No one but herself to take care of him.
Treasure gave a small smile. She couldn't help it really, because she knew that where ever he was, he wouldn't want to see the sight of her sitting there, gazing at the him and crying. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the hot tears. "I know you wouldn't want me to cry, Fred, but I can't help but wonder what I'm going to do without you." She whispered, opening her blue eyes, and placing a single rose underneath his name, on the cold ground. "I'll never forget you." She added, moving so her back rested on the tombstone. Treasure sat there, her eyes watching the sky, as the clouds darkened; it was getting ready to rain. She closed her eyes, listening to the space around her,a s she felt little drops of rain on her bare hand.
"George?" yelled a voice over a clash of thunder, from the roaring storm outside. Ginny looked around the flat, her eyes going over every turn and corner, taking in the emptiness. It was different, then she remembered, besides the fact that there was no Fred, but still it was different, like there was something else missing. A sigh reached her lips, as she moved into the living room, turning on the lamp, and letting it fill the darkened room with light. She looked around once more, taking in the mess of dishes in the kitchen, and the papers spread out on the living room floor. Ginny shoke her head, moving into the kitchen, and placing a bag of a homemade dinner, on the counter. "George?" She called into the flat, once more, before moving down the hall. She, like George, let her eyes rest on Fred's door; she could feel them going alittle misty at the sight. Another sigh, as she reached George's room. "George?" She said, knocking on the door, before entering.
A small figure could be seen in the darkness of the room, lying peacefully on the bed. Ginny gave a small smile at the sight. It was almost ten, and although George had said he would be there for dinner at the Burrow, it hadn't happened. She guessed that he came home, and went to bed, after looking around the flat, just like she had done. "George," She whispered, for the forth time upon entering his home. She saw him twist in his sleep, before waking up at the sound of a big clash of thunder. "George?" She said again, watching as his blue eyes turned toward her. "I brought you something to eat." Ginny added, with a small sad smile.
"Ginny." George said lazily, looking at her, his eyes filled with sadness. "What time is it?" He asked, sitting up, and taking in his surrounding. It was like he had forgotten where he was, and what had happened in the last couple of weeks. A shiver ran down his spine, the realization heartbreaking. Another crash of thunder rang outside, and a bolt of lighting could be seen in through the little cracks in the window. "I'm not hungry, Gin." He added, giving her a small smile.
"It's a little after ten." Ginny said, seening right through his smile. She moved forward, sitting on the edge of his bed, she let out a sigh. "Mum was getting worried when you didn't show up for dinner. It took all dad had to keep her from not coming to check up on you." She said, watching the expression on his face change. "She is worried about you, you know that right? We all are." Ginny added, moving her hair out of her eyes. "George, come have alittle to eat. Please, for me." She asked, with pleading eyes.
George looked at her, with a small smile. "Alright, but lets go out." He said, getting up. Ginny looked at him with a quizzing look. "I can't stay here right now. It reminds me to much of him." He added, holding out his hand for her to take. "Besides, there is no one I would rather spend a night out with, then my baby sister." George gave him a smile.
Ginny just shoke her head, as if to say 'your hopeless.' "You haven't even been in his room yet have you?" She asked, giving him a questioning look, before taking his hand. She knew the answer right way, by the look in her eyes. "Alright, I'll go with you, but we can't stay out to late. Mum will worry if I'm not home soon." Ginny muttered, with a hopeful look. She understood why, he couldn't be here right now, and knew that it would take sometime to get use to the fact that his twin wasn't down the hall and in the other room.
A half hour had past, and it was nearing eleven as George sat alone at a table in The Leaky Cauldron. Ginny had come with him and made sure he ate something, before leaveing for home, so their mum didn't yell at her for being out so late. But that didn't stop George from sitting there and drinking a butterbeer by himself. He wasn't that tired, and didn't want to go home and sit in an empty flat, so he just sat there, watching people as they entered the Leaky Cauldron for a room for the night. "Hey George you better be leaving." said Tom, as he cleaned of the counter.
George nodded, before taking his last swig of butterbeer, and walked out through the croutyard, and headed home. The rain beat down on him, stinging his skin, as he walked up the stone street, his eyes moving from shop to shop, as he pulled his jacket closer to his face. It was hopeless, no matter how hard he tried, it all felt empty. A sigh escaped his lips, as he opened the door to the shop, and looked around it with tears in his eyes. This was his and Fred's dream, the dream that they had started in their fifth year. Blinking his eyes, he made his way upstairs. A shiver ran down his spine at the fimiler space, before moving down the hallway once more. George let his eyes rest on the door to Fred's room, before taking the golden handle in his hand and pushing it open.
George let his blue eyes take in the scenery of the small dark room. It wasn't much different then his own, or any other bedroom. It had a bed unmade, clothes scattered among the floor, a dresser, and a desk with papers scattered among it, nothing that looked different from his own. So what made him step further into the room, and move to the desk. He looked down at it, with a questioning look. There was a letter, addressed to him, or their family. George pulled out the chair from underneath the desk, and took a seat, before opening the seal to the letter.
George, (or to whomever finds this)
If you're reading this, then I'm gone. I know I died in the final battle, and I know we won. I always knew we would. I always knew Harry would win. If he's still alive tell him that I'm glad to have been his friend, and to have known him, and helped him win this war. If you're reading this, tell mum and dad I love them, and Bill, Charlie, Ron, Ginny, Geroge, and even Percy too. George, It looks like you're going to have to finish are dream on your own. Ron, don't be to daft, tell Hermione how you feel. George, make sure he does, will ya? Bill, good luck to you and Fleur. I hope you guys stay happy. Also don't let mum cut your hair again. Ginny I hope all your dreams come true. Harry, take care of my sister. Charlie, take care of yourself. Mum and Dad your going to be okay. Percy, don't be a prat. If you're reading this, then I have a secret to tell you. I had a little boy, not to long ago. Maybe around a year ago. His name is Mathew, and his mother is Treasure. I love them very much, and I want you to take care of them. I was all they had, and they need someone to care for them. If you're reading this, tell them I love them. Tell Treasure that I'm sorry. I didn't mean to brake my promise.
"Hello." Yelled a voice, as thunder crashed from outside, cause George to jump out of his chair, and fall on the floor, and the papers lying on the desk to fly through out the room. He looked around, as he stood up, before stuffing the letter in his pocket, and turning out of Fred's bedroom. Who the bloody hell would could at this time? George thought to himself, as he made his way down the stiars to the joke shop.
"Umm. . .hello?" George said with a puzzled look, looking at a figure, standing outside in the rain. He hurried over to the door, opening it he ushered them in. "Umm. . .?" He started to say, his eyes moving over the women, holding a baby boy, the baby boy who he had learned his name was Mathew. He looked up, to see a guy follow in behind her. George looked at them with a raised eyebrow. He didn't know the women or the man, and was confused to why they were here.
"Where is she?" The women spoke, bouncing the restless Mathew. Her eyes looked mad, and her voice sounded angrier, then she looked. George took a step back, as he watched the boy grew even more restless. He just stood there looking dumb, and feeling equally stupid. "Where is she? I know you have some idea where she is. Tell me!" She raised her voice, making the little boy cry. "Oh, great now look what you've done."
"Annie, please don't raise your voice." said the guy from behind.
George looked at the little boy, feeling sorry for him, he took him from the lady. "Annie, right?" He said, with out waiting for an answer. "You don't yell when little kids are in your arms." He stated, bouning Mathew, to make him stop crying, which he did after a few minutes. "I don't know you who are talking about." He added, looking down at Mathew, before looking up at Annie, and the guy.
"You know who I am looking for, you idiot." She yelled, taking a step at him, but was pulled back by from the guy behind her.
"No, I really don't." George said, looking puzzled, although he was sure he did.