A.N. JKR didn't write George's reaction to Fred's death. So I did. In honor of July 15th.
"HARRY! You did it! You bloody, beautiful prat!" I yelled at Harry. I pulled the trio into a hug that had us all laughing.
"I hate the fact that I missed it! I was tending to the house elves," I said somberly before brightening back up to ask,
"Where's Forge?"
At the looks on Harry, Ron, and Hermione's faces I broke out into a run towards the dead bodies that were all lined up. Many had people clutching to them or crying next to them.
My frantic eyes searched the dead for a mess of red hair. When I saw it, I choked and sprinted to my brother's body. I knelt beside my brother, twin, best friend, and fellow marauder and grasped his hand.
When I couldn't hold it in any more I moaned out one word,
"Fred," The Great Hall was quiet. No sound was made but the moans of the grieving. That one word opened the threshold.
"Fred, Forge, brother, Fred!" I clutched his brother's dead body in my arms.
"No. No, you can't be dead! You can't. PLEASE!"
I looked, with tears filling my eyes, at my twin's lifeless face. With a load moan that attracted the attention of all of those in the Great Hall, I pressed my forehead against Fred's chest.
Time seemed to stop. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't move. He was dead. He was gone. He was my other half! Why him? Why not me? But I'd rather him be safe and sound up in heaven than for him to be feeling this horrible sense of loneliness. I moaned again before the tears let loose. I was sobbing and couldn't stop to breathe. I knew I heard some commotion, some sort of celebration as well. But I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't move.
I slowly sobbed myself to sleep on top of his body.
A.N. I have the next part written. Review and I'll post it :)