AN: Hey! This is just a Challenge fic I'm doing for Fai and Flutter's Pottermore challenge. This is the first task I had to do about someone gaining or losing something of great value. It was probably supposed to be an object but all I could think of was Fred and George and well... this came out. I kinda cried while writing it so yeah... Hope you enjoy!
The first thing George looked for when the voice of Voldemort fell silent, was his twin, Fred Weasley.
He had last seen his twin fighting next to his brother Percy, who had looked alright and happy for the first time in years.
As he looked around the Great Hall where he had been fighting in and where he had almost thrown a Disarming jinx at his own mother before realising that the Death Eater he had been fighting had disapparated, Voldemort's voice had rang out with the chilling message that if Harry would give himself up, the rest of them would be spared death. Even as treacherous hope bloomed in George's chest, he hoped that Harry would have enough sense to know that Voldemort was talking shit and that it would only be worse for them all if Harry died.
With these thoughts in his head he continued to scan the Great Hall for a familiar red head, where people were pouring into with everything from minor scratches to missing limbs.
When the first bodies was carried in and people began organising search parties, a horrible suspicion began blooming in George's mind. He tried his best to squash those suspicions but the more he looked at the bodies being carried in, the more those suspicions solidified.
Finally deciding that he had had enough of these terrible wonderings he saw Percy come into the hall with a body in his arms with shockingly familiar red hair.
Letting out a wordless cry of despair, and shaking his head as if to deny the existence of what he was seeing, George ran at Percy, bowling away his crying father and mother who had already begun to gather around Percy- around him- and taking his brothers limp body into his arms, he laid him on his lap and shook him and cried, saying that 'Fred needed to stop joking now', and 'it wasn't funny' and 'oh God no, it can't be true'. Completely insensible of his parents and siblings crying behind him, George fell apart over his brother, feeling that a part of him had died with him.
Crying over the pranks they would never pull together now, the laughs they would never share, that their children would never be friends, George felt as if he was the one dying and dead, not Fred. For how could he still be alive with so much pain in his heart?
Still crying and wailing over his dead twin, George made a resolution, that if it was the last thing he did, he would make sure that every last Death Eater dies, every one of them that made a thing like this possible, they would die. Voldemort too, if Harry didn't manage it. They would die, if it was the last thing he did.
