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"The Lost Words" for "Delilah Dillwort"
Title: The Lost Words
Author: Valerian W. Volesnout (donnaimmaculata)
Recipient: Delilah Dillwort (gmth)
Character(s): George, the Weasleys
Rating: PG
Word count: 2,500
Warnings: Canonical character death
Summary: After Fred’s death, George started to stammer.
Author's notes: For Delilah Dillwort, who wanted to see something about George and how he copes post-war with Fred's death. I hope the ending is hopeful enough for your taste.
Even before the red-tinted dust over Hogwarts had finally settled, George started to stammer. It was, as he realised the moment his numb brain allowed for that kind of thought, a surprising development. George had never been lost for words, not ever, not since that long-gone days of early infancy when his tongue and lips had not yet been under his full control, when his mouth could not yet keep up with the whirlwind of his thoughts.
There had been that one moment of exasperation, George remembered it very clearly - it was, quite probably, his earliest memory - that one moment when he resented the lack of speech with a pain most acute. It had been a golden autumn day, the sun sent slanted rays of sun through the mismatched, pink, green and yellow-tinted panes of the stained-glass windows in the parlour. Fred and he were just above one year old, and they had been put into their playpen with a handful of toys thrown in of which they got bored very quickly. George didn’t remember what it was he desperately wanted to communicate to Fred, who was sitting opposite him and staring at him intently inbetween banging a plush Crumple-Horned Snorkack on the floor. What he did remember was the skin-tightening feeling of frustration at his own inability to share his thought with his twin. And years later, when they had already established multiple ways of communication, verbal and non-verbal, comprehensible to third parties as well as secret ones, he learned that Fred had felt exactly the same.
In the years to come, they had always found a way to share their thoughts.