One of my all-time favorite characters is Fred Weasley, and I was so devastated he died; I decided to do a tribute to the fallen Weasley twin. This is kinda in George's thoughts, just not first person narrative.
Enjoy!
The moment George saw Fred fall to the ground motionless and blank, all he could think of was revenge. Revenge against the Death Eaters who killed him. Revenge against the ones who laughed at his death. He did not die in vain; he died valiantly, and anyone who said otherwise would be dead in two seconds, so they could feel what it felt like to descend to the afterlife too quickly, not being able to fulfill their lives. The battle raged on, and no one cared who died anymore, it was every man for his self. But later, when it was all over, that's when they would all see who died and who mattered.
The battle was put on hold for a bit and all the fallen were gathered in the Great Hall, laid out for everyone to see. But smack-dab in the middle, Fred was lying there with his family gathered around him, tears streaming down their faces, not wanting to know how he died, just the fact that he was dead. George kept thinking Fred was going to jump up and say, "Surprise!" But that never happened, just him staring at the enchanting ceiling endlessly, with no words to whisper, just silence droning on and on, never to laugh or cry again.
Why did there have to be a villain in every story? Why did the ones you love have die, gone with the wind. Why couldn't there be a happy ending to every story? Questions like that had no answer. There always had to be good and evil, but why couldn't there just be eternal peace? If that happened, everything would be put back in its place. Fred would be goofing off, plotting with George, and playing around with Percy, teasing him until he was red in the face, about to explode. Bill wouldn't have those scars on his face, and Ginny and Ron wouldn't be devastated by the fact of the world they live in. Harry Potter would've never lost his parents, and Hermione wouldn't have been tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange, and Sirius Black would've never died.
Why did Fate have to be so cruel to everyone? Why did you have to let go of time, just to entertain Fate? Why? It was horrible, how could you live knowing that one of the people you love will never be there with you, never to laugh or cry, never to look you in the eye and know what you're thinking? You can't. Fred was like stone, and George couldn't take that. The blow was just too much to bear and hold on his shoulders. Not only that, but the pain was unlimited, never stopping, reminding him of what happened in the battle of Hogwarts. It was hard on George the most, but the rest of the Weasleys came to a close second. They all didn't realize what they had before it was all gone. Every single one of them, including George took it all for granted.
Praying never worked. Magic couldn't have saved Fred Weasley. He was dead before you could say Lumos. There was nothing that could be done about it, and Harry Potter couldn't have saved him, like he did with the rest of the red-headed family. Nothing could revive him, and nothing could replace him. It was too late, and everybody and anyone, regretted being late. Some things you just can't save. Fred. Tonks. Lupin. Collin.
It's sad how people can just disappear, especially when you love them the most.