Word Count: 108
Disclaimer: No, stupid, I don't own Harry Potter. If I would, this drabble would never have to be written.
Author's Note: Major spoiler here, MAJOR SPOILER. I really cried when I read this part in Deathly Hallows. I was only close to tears one time before, and that was when Hedwig died. This is to Fred Weasley, may he rest in peace.
Alone.
George had never really grasped that word, making it into reality. He had never been alone in his entire life. Well, in the bathroom and that of course, but not truly alone. He understood what it meant but couldn't really feel what it meant. Neither could he feel loneliness.
It was foreign to George. He had never been apart from his twin brother, never. Not even once. They stuck together; they were two halves of a whole. Jelly and peanut butter. Soap and water.
Gred and Forge.
Therefore, it felt so painful when loneliness stung George for the first time when he looked at the empty bed across the room.