A/N: Short drabble on George's reaction to Fred's death. Really sad! I can never write something happy can I? Enjoy, rate, comment! Sorry it's short also!
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The world just stopped as Ginny was screaming in Charlie's arms. I shook my head but Bill had to keep saying, "George, it's him." Mum was shaking his body begging him to wake up as dad could do nothing but pat her back as streams of tears ran down her eyes. My voice was gone, my throat dry, and my eyes shimmered. He couldn't be gone, I saw a few minutes ago. Fleur was crying on Bill's shoulder, Percy was trying to convince Ginny it's him, Ron was gone making it worse, and I just stood staring at his head, his hair, his eyes.
The battle raged on, the tears kept coming. I could feel my legs stumble as I fell to his head and my fist slammed onto the freezing marble floor. I could feel myself sobbing for once in my life as the face of my brother was bloody and smeared with dirt.
"I…..It's not him!" Ginny screamed but Percy shook his head.
"Ginny listen to me, it's him." He said and she started to run. I stared at her as her auburn hair flew behind her. I pushed my way through the crowd dodging spells and stunning traitors. I caught up to her in an empty corridor and she was huddled in a corner crying uncontrollably. I felt myself staring at her and crouched down to her height.
"G...," I cleared my throat, "Gi….Ginny?"
She looked up and I could feel my hand running down her hair. Her eyes burst into light and a smile broke through.
"F…Fred?" she asked hopefully. I shook my head and she whimpered and began to cry again. She buried her face into her hands and I felt my arms embrace her.
"It's…..it's George sweetie." I whispered and we sat there as the battle raged on, but Fred was still dead.