Time flew rather quickly. Or slowly. He couldn't tell anymore. The last few weeks passed by in such a jumbled blur that nothing made sense anymore.

He remembered Hogwarts. He remembered standing next to his brother, then standing next to Oliver. And flashes of red light. And green. And the occasional flicker of blue. And then screams, and silence, and whispers. And his cold, lifeless brother sprawled out on the Great Hall floor, or what was left of it.

For the rest of that night, he wanted nothing more than to sit next to his fallen brother and make sure nothing else would happen to him, for all the fighting to be over. And for an instant he wished that he could lie next to him and stare with him up for one last time at the starry, bewitched sky that mesmerized the two of them for so many years.

'Isn't it odd?' he imagined himself saying, 'How it's dark everywhere, and yet those stars keep glistening? It's like they're being hopeful for us. Like they know it can't be dark forever.'

'Yeah. I guess Trelawney knew something we didn't all along,' Fred would've said. 'Always saying "It's in the stars! Oooooooooh".' He chuckled a bit. 'Crazy bat.'

'Yeah.'

A slight grin formed on George's face, but then he shut his eyes quickly, to stop himself from tearing up. He needed to stop doing this to himself. It couldn't be healthy.

'Healthy?' he thought to himself. 'Wasn't that something mum, or Pomfrey, always worried about?'

'Hey, we kept Pomfrey busy, we did!' Fred would say. 'If it wasn't for us, she would've been bored out of her mind!'

George smiled. 'I remember her saying, "Always's something new with you boys, isn't it?".'

'Remember when we were first years? And we tried doing that memory charm on each other?'

'The one so we could remember books word for word so we wouldn't need to study as much for test?'

Fred would nod. 'And since we did the charm on each other…'

'… at the same time…'

'… something went wrong…'

'… and we went unconscious.' George started laughing. 'And since Pomfrey couldn't tell which of us was which…'

'… she made those signs over our beds that read, "Fred or George?".' Fred would've smiled. 'I think she knew since then that she was in for trouble with the two of us.'

'Yeah,' George thought. 'The two of us.'

His eyes began to water, so he shut them quickly, but that wasn't enough to stop one, lone tear from falling onto the floor.

A/N- I haven't written anything like this in such a long time. Please read and review. This isn't really the first chapter, more like an introduction, but I think this gives a good idea of the vibe that I'm going for with the rest of the story. I don't intend for this story to be particularly long; maybe 3 or 4 more chapters after this. Let me know what you think of it. Any type of review is appreciated.