It was Fred and George
He is laying in his bed, thinking, wishing, hoping, but… He knows it's for no good. He knows it's over, and he knows he's alone. He closes his eyes, and takes a deep, shaky breath. He tries to stay calm. He tries to be strong. He tries to forget, but it is impossible, because how can you forget a person who was your best friend, your twin brother, your other half, your partner in crime, the person you shared everything with? He tries to forget, but he knows it's for no good. He only wants to forget what happened.
George hears hushed voices on the other side of the door. They are coming closer, and for a brief moment they stop, and stand there, talking. He knows what they are talking about. Poor George, think about the loss… They start moving away again, and he sighs.
It was Fred and George, you would never see them apart, at least not for long. They did everything together. It is just George now.
It was Fred and George's room. Everyone was used to the explosions coming from their room, and they would just shake their head at it because it was how it was, that was just the twins. It is just George's room now, and no explosions are heard.
George opens his eyes, but quickly closes them again. He can feel the absence of his other half all the time, but to open his eyes and see it is almost too much for him to take. George composes himself, and decides to leave his eyes closed.
That too is unsettling. Every time his eyes are closed he relive the moment he knew… when he just knew. He sprinted down the hall, firing off terrible hexes on everyone in his way. Then he finally came to his destination. And he felt his whole soul being torn in too. It is far to unnerving to relive the scene when his purpose of life was gone, so George opens his eyes again.
George opens his eyes and looks around in… he looks around in his room, the room that is his alone. His eyes rest on the other bed, similar to his, in the other side of the small room. That was where his brother was supposed to lie. George moves his gaze to a box full of colourful experiments and unfinished products. If someone else had seen it they'd shaken their heads and muttered 'You are incorrigible.'
Yes, they were incorrigible, they certainly were… George looks back at the one empty bed, and cries. He is supposed to be strong. And he is. He is strong, even though there is one full and one empty bed.
A/N: This was just a little something I felt the urge to write down. Please, please review and tell me what you think about it!