Disclaimer: My name is not J.K Rowling, I am not in any part of Warner Brothers or Scholastic. The only way I own Harry Potter is that I own the books and a few of the movies. That is all. I do not won Harry Potter in any other way. I never claimed to because trust me, no one wants me to own Harry Potter. It'd be very sad. Please feel free to correct me on any grammar mistakes or spelling mistakes or if a sentence seems incomplete, like a word is missing or something like that. Also please read the Author's Note at the end.

George died that day. His heart was never whole again. Everyone around him tried to comfort him but nothing worked. He sat for days holed up in his room, not doing anything. He felt dead inside, too numb to cry or feel anything but pain. Cause he lost half of himself that day, half of his soul. His mother covered up the mirrors and all reflective surfaces in his room. She would bring him food and stroke his hair. She didn't say anything, what could she say? George lost his twin and nothing could ever make that right again. It took two months before George left his room, but it took longer for him to speak or look into a mirror without crying. They say when you lose a loved one, you think of how you'll never hear or see them again. But that wasn't the case with George. He saw Fred in every window and mirror he came across. He heard Fred speak every time he spoke. George had a hard time living without his counterpart, his twin, his partner-in-crime. At his wedding, he recalled how Fred remarked that when he got married, it would be low-key. George started crying because Fred would never get married. When George had his first son, all he could think about was how Fred wasn't there to share his joy and that Fred would never have a kid. Fred would never grow old with George, still playing pranks at 65. George would be reminded of Fred every time he'd wake up in the morning. Their shop still flourished but nothing never ever came. Because without Fred, George's ideas were half done. There were a lot of things George couldn't do without Fred. He could no longer produce a Patronus because every happy memory either had Fred or reminded him that Fred wasn't there. He never did get over it. He kept expecting Fred to walk into the room and say, "I'm not really dead George, see?" But he never did. Fred never came. Not until George was very old and on his death bed. Only in death did George find relief because he was going to see Fred again and everything was going to be all right.

A/N: For those of you who subscribed to me because of Isabel, I apologize that I haven't gotten anything out. It's just I've had MAJOR writer's block with well every story. I've also run out of ideas to keep Isabel going. So yeah… This story came to me while I was watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2 for the second time yesterday. It came to me after Fred's death. This is seriously the first time in maybe two months that I could actually write something so yeah… Sorry if it's a bit depressing but I was just so sad. I probably won't be able to get any more Isabel out for a while because of college and writer's block, so… sorry. But please review and tell me how this is. Cause I'm not sure myself.