Ok, this is my first story, so please be nice. I don't mind polite criticism, but please no flames...
Disclaimer: All Places, Objects, Idea's, Spells, Characters and anything else from the Harry Potter series, belong to the wonderful J K Rowling. I own nothing.
Just Fred - Just George
It was never, just Fred. It was never, just George. They were always together. Always. But this war changed everything. Absolutly everything.
They have no choice but for saying, just Fred, and just George. Saying Fred and George, or even mentioning Fred would break George's heart. Probably Fred's too, vice versa, wherever he is. Because that was what they were. Fred and George were like just one person. Always talked about together. Two people. One soul. Half of George's soul has departed. Half of Fred's soul had been left behind.
After 19 years of Fred and George, or even Gred and Forge, what was George supposed to do? How was he to move on? No one could understand George's pain. No one. Oh why couldn't he have lived, or rather, both of them die?! It was, so, so much to handle...
George could tell Harry was blaming himself for Fred's... mishap. But it wasn't Harry's fault; how was he supposed to know? Only George had the right to say who was to blame.
And that was Rookwood. Stinking, old Rookwood. The name makes George feel a corosive hatred, a suffocating feeling of pure loathing. Probably Harry's the only other one who had ever felt that angry - with Bellatrix Lestrange. She was the one who killed Harry's godfather, Sirius. But Harry got pay back. George's own mother killed here. Serves her right. Back to Rookwood. The evil, loathsome, despicable, simply revolting... George could go on forever! But George swore to himself, even made an oath, that if Rookwood's not already dead an rotting in hell, he would make sure Rookwood rots in Azkaban instead, even if it's the last thing he'll ever do...
George doesn't stoop as low as killing.
All George does now, is brood; he lives in the past. It seemed years ago that Fred was there, by his side. He is dreaming the impossible though. Fred and George always believed they could make the impossible possible. But George knows now that isn't true. Fred and George's desires in the past wre possible, no matter how hard. George's deepest desire though, is impossible.
But George knows he has to move on. Not forget, never forget; just move on. Live life. Fred would have wanted it. So George will do what Fred would want. Move on. They have no choice but to say Just Fred and Just George. No choice.