They didn't understand, they could never understand what it was like. George could hear the whispers that erupted like little forest fires whenever he turned away from his family.

Can't you just eat something George? Can you please just smile George?

He could handle those questions perfectly well, for they were easily answered by a shake of the head or a shrug of his shoulders. Their stares gained more and more weight as it slipped off of him revealing sharp collarbones pressed so sharply against pale skin that it almost seemed like his skin would rip.

Please George! Do it for Fred! What would he think?

They had no right to use his own brother, his twin against him (because he was gone gone gone, gone so very far away where George couldn't follow) they had no idea what Fred would have wanted, what he was truly like. Only George knew that. Only George was honoured enough to posses that knowledge and it was for that reason alone that stopped him from joining Fred in the cold embrace of Death. Someone had to keep the memory of Fred as he truly was alive. Jokester, Prankster, Trickster, Friend, Brother, Twin. Yes, he was all of those things but George knew that he also hated purple jelly, but loved red; hated having his hair brushed, but loved brushing George's until it was smooth as silk and even then he would let George brush it until they matched in every way. It was only George that knew about the places that would cause Fred to squirm in laughter or to voice his pleasure to the sky. It was George who knew that when he had lost his ear, Fred had contemplated cutting his own off, just so they would always be Gred&Forge and not Fred and George. Never Just Fred or Just George.

But the one request that George could never handle, never do again which was the one reason why he knew that the rest of his family would never truly understand. Fred may have been their brother, friend, son but he was only George's twin and George would always be Fred's.

George can you show us your patronus? I remember it was very beautiful. A swan wasn't it?

And that was the one thing that George would never be able to do again because Fred was his everything forever and ever and the sole Weasley twin (for has there ever been anything sadder than one solo twin without their other half?) had no happy memories that didn't contain his laughing dead twin. Late night he would whisper the spell and watch the sole swan, forever without its other half, glide around the room, searching for its mate. George's eyes slipped closed and the swan continued it's path around the room as a translucent swan slipped out of the shadows and joined it, as even in death they would always be Gred&Forge, for one could never be complete without the other.

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Please review and tell me what you think! His Patronus is a swan, because they mate for life and if one dies then the other can be seen to go into mourning for them.
Inspired by the Harry Potter fact, which is my summary.