Disclaimer: I REALLY wish I did, but I do NOT own Harry Potter.
A/N: Ok, this is my first fanfiction story ever, so if it's not up to scratch,(which I know it isn't)please don't judge too harshly.
George Weasley stood in the midst of hundreds of witches and wizards, all dressed in black and offering their condolences to the family.
They kept approaching him, telling him they were sorry and that Fred was now in a better place. No one seemed to think that he wished to be left alone. No one seemed to understand what it felt like to feel so lost and incomplete. They didn't understand, and none of them ever would.
Fred hadn't just been his twin, he had been half of him, but now that half was gone, leaving George feeling incredibly empty inside.
He knew, deep inside, that no matter how much he tried to, he would never get over Fred's passing away and that he would always feel that hollowness and deep emptiness inside of him. All in all, George Weasley would never be the same again and it was because of that fact that some days, he felt hot surges of anger at Fred.
But, these moments of anger left as soon as they had come. George could never stay mad at Fred long, especially when he realized that it wasn't really Fred that he was truly angry at.
He was angry at himself, for never getting the chance to say goodbye.
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