Hugo had said a simple wish and somehow that had spawned into an actual person showing up. The future nephews and nieces was one thing, but Percy showing up had been painful enough. This place had to be playing havoc on his brother's mind, but probably not as much as a single wish being answered.
I hope Uncle Fred comes.
I do too.
Now he found himself practically running down the sidewalk, his beat-up Chuck Taylor's hitting pavement, as he rushed towards the source of his broken heart. That battle had changed a lot of lives, freed people from the terror of Voldy Moldy, and devastated his family. George saw the way his family looked at him with pain in their eyes. They had all lost Fred. He understood that, honest, but he had lost his twin. George had lost Fred. The other half of his soul. Suddenly Fred was here and talking about their birthday and he felt like his heart was going to leap straight out of his mouth.
He managed to skid to a stop when he spotted his twin. He glanced wildly at Bill before trying to step towards Fred. His feets seemed rooted to the ground and he had this annoying burning sensation in his eyes.
Fred was here.
George opened his mouth to call out to Fred and a simple strangled sound came out. He reached out and grabbed Bill's hand hard as he tried to get the roaring his head to stop. His brother was right there, so close, and he was starting to feel like he had stopped knowing how to breathe. "Bill," he whispered painfully. "Help me."