"Fred."
George Weasley looked at the corpse of his brother, Fred Weasley, cuts and bruises on exposed skin, though no blood oozed out, due to the lack of a pulse. His face was one that George had never seen before. Though no emotion could flow from his clear blue eyes, so strange and different with the glaze of death over them, emotion was still set on the other aspects. His face was etched with amusement, surprise, acceptance, and a small amount of hope. If he only knew what would happen to him next.
George knelt down by his brother's head. He felt so cold, so alone. Why the BLOODY HELL did he have to end up with Lee and get separated from his beloved brother? Maybe it was the fact that he always thought thought that they would always be there, till both their ends. It was so strange, him no longer there to joke and laugh with. George was suddenly remembering all the little habits they had gathered. Instead of going to a mirror to fix their hair, they would just turn to the side, the other doing it for them. They would often be on the same track of thought, which had made them such great Beaters during Quiditch. They would always no what the other would do. But instead of his track of mind going forward, it went back to all the things he and Fred had ever done together. In fact, George thought he was aloe with his brother's dead body till he noticed his mother crying over it,and Percy touching his shoulder.
"It's my fault."
George looked up at his older brother, no expression on his face. Percy was struggling to hold back the tears, and was failing horribly, but who could blame him? One of the two things that brought the most amount of humor, mischief, and fun into the Weasley family had died in front of his eyes.
"No." George hardly recognized his voice. It was slightly cracked, and sounded as if he had been torn up inside, which seemed to be right. Percy looked at him.
"But I should have done something, I was there! I could-"
"Could've, would've, but you didn't, and there is no way to change that." Percy looked down, and George felt horrible for saying that.
"Perc? Could you at least tell me what happened?"
Percy relied the tale of how the Weasley twin had died. When hearing that Percy had made a joke, he couldn't help but crack a smile, tears streaming down his face. He couldn't be mad at Percy, not after hearing (and having it backed up by Bill) that Percy had gone berserker on any Death Eater in his path.
George turned back to his twin. It wasn't the way either would have wanted it, no, but George knew that Fred had been satisfied that Percy had taken a page from their book.
"Percy. I-I know it sounds weird, but, he was happy when he died, happy, because of you. Thank you." George smiled, weakly, and so did Percy.
"Percy, come here, you berserker Prat!" George cried and engulfed Percy in a hug. As they retracted, George gave that Weasley twin smile.
"And since I'm out of a partner, you n longer work for the Ministry, and since you made a funny, will you help me run the joke shop? Fred would want it to continue."
Percy sat there in shock. Finally, he smiled and shook George's hand. The two then joined in on comforting the family and friends around them, George knowing proudly that the spirit of Fred Weasley, his brother, would live on in their joke shop and in every one's hearts.
sob FRED!!!! part of me thought he would commit suicide in the book to be with his brother. For the twin's sake, please review! long live the weasley twins' spirit!