The Letter
(George's POV)
I stared out the window for what seemed like hours, looking for the owl I used to send my letter to Harry. Why didn't it come back yet? Maybe it got lost or something, it could be possible. I looked away from the window and went to sit on my bed. I didn't dare look to my left, it would be too painful. It was always painful. Mum and Dad told me to get rid of his stuff, but I refused. How could I? They would never understand the pain I feel. The pain of losing a brother is horrible, what's worse is losing a brother that you've spent every moment of your childhood with. It hurts. It still hurts and the pain isn't getting any better. I didn't want to but I did, I looked to the left to see his untidy bed. Even after three months I left the bed the way he left it that day. Three months, that was how long he was dead. Mum told me to clean his room, but I wanted to leave it the way it was the last time he touched it. I felt the tears in my eyes threatening to come, but I held it back. I closed my eyes and thought of the letter I sent to Harry. Hoping for the answer I wanted to hear. If he knew where it was I could go get it and talk to him. If I could talk to him one last to time, I would never ask for anything else. I smiled while thinking I could talk to him again, his laugh, his smile, his lame jokes, all of it. If only he was here.
(Harry's POV)
Tap-tap
I looked up from my paper work to see an owl holding a letter. I took the letter from the owl and the name immediately caught my attention. George Weasley. What would George possibly want, has something happened? I quickly opened the letter and began reading it.
To Harry Potter,
Hey Harry, it's me George I'm sorry to bother you but I have a huge favor to ask of you. You see, I've heard rumors that you saw your parents and a few others using the resurrection stone when you went to face you-know-who. I know this may be a lot to ask but, can I borrow it? Just once? I need to talk to him Harry please, I feel empty, alone, I don't know what to do and I feel so lost. Please Harry, let me talk to him just one last time, I'm begging you, I'm asking you as a friend Harry. Please let me talk to my twin for the last time.
Yours truly, George
I felt my tears running down my face. How could I tell him? I dropped it in the forest a long time ago I don't have it. Even if I did would it be wise to give it to him? What if he went mad like the brother in the story? No, as much as it killed me I couldn't let him have it. We couldn't risk losing another one. I quickly replied to the letter and gave it to the owl to send it back. As I saw it leave I whispered "I'm sorry George."
( Back to George's POV)
I felt something nudge my face. My eyes instantly snapped open and I sat up. "Fed?" I asked. Could he have come back, could this all have been a big nightmare and never happened? But all my joy slipped away as I saw his empty bed, I looked down and saw the owl I sent to Harry. I quickly took it from him and tore it open, hoping that he agreed and that he would give it to me soon.
To George,
I'm so sorry George, but I can't let you have it. It's too risky to have so I threw it in the black lake to get rid of it. I'm sorry, I truly am, I know that Fred meant a lot to you and I'm sorry for your loss. If you ever need to talk though, I'll be here.
Your friend, Harry Potter
I felt myself go limp, he threw it away. He threw away the resurrection stone. I couldn't talk to him anymore. That is the end of it. I will never again talk to him again, or see him laugh, or see him smile, I won't even get to hear one of his lame jokes, because he is gone. My twin brother Fred Weasley, is gone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~SlytherinAkatsuki: Aww, this really made me sad. I got this Idea from something I saw on tumblr. Hope you guys like it.
R.I.P Fred Weasley