This is a random one-shot that popped into my head after reading some Harry Potter fics on here.
Hope you like it.
Jamie Scarlett xx
He'd always thought that they would be inseparable.
As it turned out, he was right to think so.
During their years at Hogwarts, one was never without the other for very long. It had been that way for their entire lives, from when they'd stolen the Marauder's Map from Filch in first year to when they'd set up the swamp and fireworks for their grand departure in their seventh.
Even now, as the battle raged around them, George Weasley still believed they'd both make it through relatively unscathed.
He was so sure of this, so sure they'd make it through this and he and Fred would go back to running their shop, that his mind completely failed to register a jet of green light that went streaking past him, accompanied by an almost inaudible rush of air as the curse found its mark. When it did, he went numb as he remembered who was fighting behind him.
Fred.
He willed himself not to look, knowing that if he did he'd... well, he didn't know what he'd do. George forced himself to keep going, keep fighting, until it was all over.
There were a lot of losses that day, Tonks and Lupin among the dead.
He sat with his brother's body until the next morning as students and staff alike attempted to assess the damage done. Every now and then, someone would drift over to him with a few words of comfort, but they often went ignored.
His mind had finally decided to try and understand what had happened. The only thing George knew, however, is that he'd see Fred again, eventually.
Looking back on that fateful night from just over two years ago, as the world swayed and swirled around him, George hadn't realised that 'eventually' would come quite so quickly. The colours seemed too vivid, the sounds too loud. There were showers of red sparks and a flash of brilliant green. This was the last thing he saw before the colours faded to black and the sounds melted into nothingness.
As the curse took hold of his body, George Weasley's only thought was that he and Fred would once again be inseparable, even in death.