Betsy's Christmas Fan Fiction

Lonely Christmas
by Betsy

George Weasley shivered in his cloak. Snow drifted down around him. He walked down the lonely street. It was Christmas eve at eleven-o-clock. One more hour until Christmas. George remembered happier Christmases. The ones where his brother Fred had been there. This would be the first Christmas since Fred had died in the final battle against Voldemort. George knew that this Christmas would be a very quiet one. With Fred gone, and Remus and Tonks gone (they had also been killed in the battle), George had a feeling that this would also be a very sad Christmas. Fred and George had been inseparable. George remembered the Christmas when he and Fred had been five......

"George! get out of the pudding!" called Molly Weasley.

"But Mum, Fred and I have to keep our strength up!" George answered.

"What for?" asked Arthur Weasley.

"For dinner, of course!" shouted Fred.

"Brothers," muttered Bill Weasley (the oldest) although, he was secretly amused.

George sighed. That had been one of the best Christmases of his life. Although, it had stiff competition. Another one of his favorites, had been when he and Fred where seven.....

"Mum, it's Christmas Eve!" shouted the second youngest, Ron Weasley, at the age four.

"We all know," said Fred.

"There's no reason to point it out!" said George.

"Mummy, is Fafer Cwristmas coming tonight?" asked the youngest Weasley, Ginny. She was three.

"Yes, dear," said Molly.


George chuckled at the memory. He had been nine when he and Fred had tried to get into their brother Charley's gifts....


"Fred! George! what are you doing? Those gifts are not for you!"

"Muuuum. You never let us look at the presents for other people!"

"Because they don't belong to you! Now run along and play."



George suddenly remembered a dream he had had on Christmas eve........


"Mum, guess what? I had a dream that I got a broom for Christmas! I got really mad when I woke up. I didn't want it to be a dream!"


George shivered. There was one time he had wanted to wake up. Wanted it to be a dream. The night Fred had died. That had been horrible. Tears slid down George's face. He missed his brother so much. Life was never going to be the same without Fred. Already the joke shop was quieter. More lonely. Just like this Christmas was going to be.

George walked past house after house with lights on. People inside enjoying themselves on Christmas Eve. George thought that that was something he would probably never be able to do again. Then he came up-on an empty house. There was a grave yard behind it. George drew in a sharp breath. That was the graveyard where Remus, Tonks, and Fred were buried. He looked up at the house. It was the one Remus and Tonks had live in. He would come back to it later. Right now, he wanted to visit the grave yard. He walked back and found Remus and Tonks's graves. He knelt and said a quick prayer for their souls. Then he moved to the back of the grave yard.

Fred's grave was there. He knelt when he got there. Tears streaming down his face. He wanted Fred to rejoin him on this earth. But he knew that it was impossible. Fred was gone for good. There was no bringing him back. George bowed his headand said a prayer for the soul of his brother. He then got to his feet and walked back in front of the house. He just couldn't bring himself to go inside. Too many hard memories. He turned and walked in the other direction. He saw a large pine tree. He hurried over and sat underneath it. The snow began falling harder. George lay down and closed his eyes. thinking......


"Mum, How much wonger till Mr. Christmas comes?" Ron asked at the age of three.

"The sooner you fall alseep, the sooner he will come."

"And, it's Father Christmas. Not Mr Christmas," said Fred.

"Yes, Ron. You must learn not to call everyone Mr. What if you walked up to a woman and said, Hello Mr. -- How do you think the woman would feel?" said George.


George wiped his eyes on his sleeve. It was so hard being without the person who had been by his side always. Fred had always been there. He almost never left George's side. George without Fred was like a lake without water. That's how close they were.

When they were little, they weren't known as Fred and his twin George, or George and his twin Fred, it was always "Fred and George." Or, sometimes, Fredgeorge. Now, it was George. Just George. Never any Fred. George missed that Fred and George. He missed Fred. Almost every time he thought of Fred, he got this pain in his stomach. A very bad pain. George rolled over onto his back, and stared up at the trees branches. He was feeling that pain in his stomach again. It hurt so much.

George wished he could fall asleep and wake up three years earlier. Right at that moment, the world seemed like ice. Extremely cold. He lay on that soft snow wishing he was dead. Then, he would be with Fred. But, he would cause his family more pain then they deserved. More pain then they needed. He didn't want his family to feel any more pain than they already were. None of them had yet gotten over the death of Fred. None of them ever fully would. There would always be an empty spot. Or that's how it would always be for George. When Fred had died, Part of George had died too. That one spot where Fred had been ... that spot was empty now. It always would be. George knew that he would never ever see Fred again, but it was still hard to think about.

George pulled his cloak tighter around his body. He was cold both outside, and inside. He remembered even more clearly the night Fred had died now more then ever........


George heard Percy's shout. George went running in the direction that the shout had come from. He found Fred's body. Fred had died laughing. George could tell.


George got to his feet and raced back to the house. He yanked open the door and ran into his room. He lay himself down onto his bed, and cried. He soon fell asleep. When the clock struck midnight, he jerked awake. He closed his eyes again, and listened to the clock.

The End