Disclaimer: I don't, although I would love to, own any of the Harry Potter characters, or anything of Harry Potter.

Author's Notes: Well, this is my first fanfiction! Please review and tell me if you loved it, hated it, what to work on, etc.

George's Pain

Chapter One, The Funeral of Fredrick Weasley

I was fighting in the Courtyard during the first round of the Battle of Hogwarts. There were Death Eaters, Giants, Acormantula's and Hogwartians everywhere, fighting. I fought for everyone who had died fighting them, and Voldemort. Then it suddenly ended, and they were gone. There were bodies everywhere.. no one I recognized. I saw everyone going into the Great Hall, so I followed. There were injured people everywhere, and the dead lay in the center of the Hall. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw my family. They were surrounding one person on the floor.

I walked up and saw they were all crying their eyes out. Then I felt everything inside me freeze, everything scream out. It couldn't be.. No, Fred was just sleeping. Yes, that's all. They thought he was dead, but he was sleeping. I knelt down beside him and nudged him to get up, he didn't move at all. Mom looked at me, with tears flowing down her face. I felt for a heartbeat in Fred's chest. There was none. I felt myself fall over him, and then it set in. He was dead. I heard myself screaming for him to get up. He just lay there, peaceful under the starry sky of the Great Hall. I don't know how long I was there, crying over my twin's body. I got up, and hugged everyone, happy they were all alive. Ron walked in, and I ran over and hugged him, a steady flow of tears coming from my eyes. Then a sudden anger filled me. I wanted to kill Death Eaters, I wanted to kill Voldemort. I wanted to destroy those who had killed Fred. It wasn't long that the battle began once again. Me and Percy brought Fred's body into the hall, behind a suit of armor to protect him. The same rage I had before filled me, and before I knew it Lee and I had taken down Yaxley. Then Harry and Voldemort fought, and before I knew it, it was all over.

The next day, Mum started to plan the funeral for Fred. I couldn't believe he was gone.. He couldn't be gone.. we were supposed to be together until the end.. we were two parts of a whole, and now half was gone forever. I locked myself in my room until the funeral. I wore a purple suit, Fred would have wanted me to. Everyone took turns talking about him… then it came to me. I didn't know where what I was saying was coming from, but I spoke.

"Fred was my brother, my best friend, my other half. When I saw him, laying there peacefully in the Great Hall, a part of me died. We were always together, and to think I'll never see him again is pure hell. If someone had told me last week I'd be living without him forever, I'd have told them they were off their rocker… but here we are, and Fred is dead. I feel truly numb.. I don't want to feel, because the pain is too much… I know I've never been one to talk this much… but I don't know…. I don't know what to say now.. What I thought was true until now has been destroyed. That you can always live happily ever after. Well, just look at Fred. He didn't, and I don't think I will.." Then I remember I broke into tears, and couldn't speak for the rest of the funeral. Everyone kept giving me condolences, which I didn't want, I wanted Fred back, but I knew that was impossible, he was dead. The funeral ended at 10 that night, and I fell asleep instantly, for once. The dream I had was not a very good one. I dreamt of Fred and me, all our good times, and I woke up crying. 'Well, this is not going to be good for me..' I whispered.