Heartache

by Lucinda Hindle

This is just a very short poem in the memory of our beloved Fred and the grief George must be facing in his death. The pickle in the corners of the eyes, the lump in the throat and the hollow in the chest...

AN: Well its not story but rather a short poem. I still cannot come in terms with the fact that Fred is dead and I cant even imagine half of the grief George might have felt. I felt compelled to post this poem, these might be the thoughts of George about Fred.

They say there is a reason

They say that time will heal

But neither time or reason

Will change the way I feel

For no one knows the heartache

That lies behind my smile

No one knows how many times

I have broken down and cried

I want to tell you something

So there wont be any doubt

You are so wonderful to think of

But so hard to be without.

AN: Well this poem is not mine, so I wont take the credit, but the moment I laid eyes on it I had to modify it and make it perfect in the memory of Fred. He was the first death in the Deathly Hallow that had me crying so hard my mother thought that someone had really died and I was like how cruel can Jo get? Nevertheless I posted this so that Fred's death would be remembered.