Cruel
It was cruel, George decided as he placed a lone daisy on the grave of his twin brother.
Just thinking along about the fact that it was his brother's grave was excruciating. He'd hated the fact that his ear was gone, despite the ridiculous jokes the pranksters had made. It was a part of his body- something he was always used to having there, something he'd needed. But this- this was so much worse.
Upon finding two of his brothers on the floor, his heart had been thumping in his chest. But when he realised Percy was sobbing over Fred, it stopped completely. Fred, his twin brother, his best friend, was gone.
How cruel it was that half of him was gone? People never referred to them separately. It was always 'the Weasley twins', 'Fred and George', 'Gred and Forge'. He couldn't even begin to comprehend that it would be just George from now on. He hated that.
Nothing seemed funny anymore.
Perhaps, he decided, nothing ever would be.
A/N: Okay, how many people sobbed their eyes out at some point in DH? There were several parts I didn't get (perhaps rereading it after sleeping would help) but the book on a whole was freaking awesome. Except for ... certain aspects -grumbles about gloating Harry-is-a-Horcrux theorists-.
Anyway, my sister and I had predicted that one of the twins would live (we thought it'd be Fred, though) and the other die, just to reinforce how cruel Death can be- after all, the twins are two pieces of the same person, really: it's even worse for the living twin.
Horrible insight, perhaps, but it was begging to be written as I read that part.