There were a million leaves, each a different colour.

A million leaves perpetually filling the sky falling from nowhere to nowhere. Brought into existence on this crisp autumn day for the sole purpose of making their brother’s wedding a memorable one.

Only a great man like Dumbledore knew magic like this. How fortunate they were, that he had insisted on conducting this service and was on hand to provide such ambiance.

“George!”

George started out of the dream, it’s round matt black cylinder slipping from his grasp and falling off his bed.

“Oh I’m sorry.” Ginny said. “you were in a dream, and now I’ve ruined it.”

“No.” He said. “This one repeats. It’s a Christmas present, for Ron, only now we can’t give it to him.”

“Why ever not?”

“Pick a season Gin, any season.”

Ginny frowned.

“Autumn.”

George grinned. A million leaves would be falling around her…. perpetually filling the sky falling from nowhere to nowhere…

George watched his sister carefully, trying to judge where in the dream she was.

He could not mock her for her tears at the end.

“You didn’t know he was with Lavender?”

“No. We really can’t see him with anybody other than Hermione.”

“You’ll give it to him next year. I’m sure of it.”

“Next year.”

George wasn’t going to make another one, neither he nor George were prepared to shed blood for Lavender Brown.

They could wait.

“Autumn.” He whispered.

There were a million leaves, each a different colour.

A million leaves perpetually filling the sky falling from nowhere to nowhere…