SPOILERS. SPOIL SPOIL SPOIL-Y SPOILERS.
Title: Hol(e)y
Summary: He doesn't think he'll ever get over it.
Disclaimer: It ain't mine, kids.
He's never getting over this, he thinks, as he walks through the dusty aisles of Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes (now there is only one Weasley – but he's not changing the sign, no, never). It was like, he reflects, how making a horcrux must feel. What else could mimic losing half your soul better than the murder of your twin? The murder of your twin when you were there – there, in the same building, and somehow you couldn't stop it, you couldn't stop the fire and the curses and oh God the death the DEATH –
Fuck, he thinks, and the word has never had more meaning.
(19 Years Later he has a pretty wife and twins of his own and he hopes to God neither of them ever have hearts like saints.)
A/N: Uh, yeah. I just had to write SOMETHING about Fred and George, and I figured this was better than the Teen Angst Poetry I wrote after Sirius. So, this is mostly just a bit of shared catharsis. I hope someone else can get out of it what I did.