A/N: So, as I was bored, I decided to rewrite. Hope that's okay with you! I really need to write a story where he survives, don't you agree?
Poor George. It must be so hard to lose a twin like that, so close they were.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, neither the books nor the movie, and I don't own George and Fred Weasly, or any other characters mentioned in this story. It all belongs to the fantastic authoress J. K. Rowling, and the american film-producer Warner Bros. Pictures.
George didn't understand. Why was almost everyone he passed, looking at him with pity? They would look at him, give him a weak, sad smile and continue with what they were doing. The knew something he didn't. Some even looked at him with shock, before it changed to pity, like everyone else. He just didn't understand.
He walked into the Great Hall, and stopped in shock at what he saw. It was so many hurted, injured, weakened wizards there! It was way to many. George shook his head sadly. The worst was, however, all them who had died in the try of making the world a better place. While George was walking down the Hall, something catched his interest. He stopped, and turned his head.
Oh no, he thought. It was... it was Lupin and Tonks. Dead. He kneeled down and bowed his head, in respect for them. He then stood up slowly, wondering what was going to happen to their son.
He then continued his way down. He saw his family together, not to far away. He felt a smile tug on his lips. At least he had his family, his brothers, his sister, his parents, and his Fred.
But something was wrong. He understood that with a war going on, it was normal that they weren't laughing and chattering. Of course they wouldn't. That would be wrong. But when reunited with the family in a time like this, shouldn't at least a small smile be visible? Shouldn't fond looks be shared?
But no. They were all so sad. Some of them was even crying. It could only mean one thing. A family member, or a person close to the family, was dead. He counted fast in his head. They were all there, except three.
Charlie still hadn't come, but it would take time for him and the wizards he could gather to come here from Romania.
Fred wasn't there either. But he had been on the other end of the school, longer away than George.
Unless... No, he dismissed that thought. It couldn't be.
And Ron would be with Harry.
And it couldn't be Harry, as Ron wasn't there. And death of a so important person, would be acknowledged by far more people.
Curiosity got the best of him. He couldn't figure it out himself. He walked slowly over, unnoticed by his family, and looked over Bill's shoulder.
He wished he hadn't. He wished he had turned around instead of walking to his family. He wished he hadn't looked over his eldest brother's shoulder.
But it was to late.
"FRED!" he screamed an startled about everyone in the hall. He didn't care. He pushed through his family, maybe he pushed a bit too hard. He didn't care. He could hear his family calling his name. But he didn't care. All he cared about, was the red-haired, freckled boy laying on the ground. He kneeled down beside him, and saw the frozen smile on his face, with lips just like his own. He teared up at the sight of the dead person, his mirror-image, his twin.
He gently shook his shoulder.
"Fred?" he asked, his voice barely loud enough to be heard.
"Fred?" he asked again, his voice louder.
"Come on, Fred. Wake up. Please, wake up!"
But he didn't wake up. That was what broke George's heart. With tears running down his cheeks like rivers, he lifted Fred up, and held him close to his chest.
People was calling his name, but he ignored them. All he could think of, all that was on his mind, was his name. George. Not Fred and George, not Gred and Forge. Not even the twins.
Only George. Alone.