Fred Weasley never did leave George.

He looked over him while George went off to marry Angelina. He watched as he cried over his newborn children. He sat with him on April First, where George would get up on exactly eleven fifty in the night, grab a bouquet of blue hydrangeas and tulips, and portkey himself to exactly where the stone steps that lead to his grave. By the time he was there, it was exactly twelve in the morning.

Every year, he listened to his brother. He would sit in front of the grave and talk about the year-- what his children did, how the shop in Diagon Ally was going, new plans, the Ministry, how Molly had made their favorite butterscotch cookies on their birthday. How he had kept the fallen armed of the clock that had his name on it and strung it to a chain hanging on his neck as a Portkey so he carried his hand always. How much he missed his brother, how he wished that he came sooner to pull him away from the killing curse.

The ghost of Fred Weasley never left his brother. He watched over the family for years. He watched everyone-- he watched the first crinkles that formed near George's eyes, he watched his nieces climb into the Hogwarts Express at the station at King's Cross. He saw the shop handed down to George's children, and eventually, their children.

And every year, when George would come with the bouquet of red and blue flowers tied with a yellow ribbion, he would put a hand on his brother's shoulder. Or he would try, because he, after all, was only a ghost. It broke him when is hand went through George's left shoulder. Every year he was reminded that he couldn't comfort his brother because he was dead. So he was forced to watch.

He was only a ghost. A ghost who lived on the thought of other's when they reminisced him. He was only invisible.

There was one year when George didn't go to his grave on April First. When Fred went waiting for him, he saw two graves-- not one. He saw another grave next to his. And when he turned, he saw himself.

The ghosts of Fred and George Weasley are said to now settle in Hogwarts. They follow students and play pranks-- harmless, of course. As long as the word "fun" lived on, they did too.

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(A/N): *gasps* WHAT? NOOOO. Three onehsots in two days!? This is unheard of!

The amount of angst I'm writing these days is just sad. I need suggestions! I'm really liking these short oneshots. This is all unbeta'd... so ... if there are any mistakes, please point them out!