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A/N: Just finished the 7th book and I had to write this!! It's just a little oneshot. Reviews would be greatly appreciated!! And I don't really know if George is older, but I made him older.
George solemnly walked over to his brother's grave. This was the first time he had come to visit him since Fred's funeral two weeks ago. He just couldn't accept that his twin was dead. George had lost his ear in the war against Voldemort, but Fred…Fred had lost his life. Many would say that he died for the cause, and that he was one of the heroes that helped bring down Voldemort. They were victorious, but George didn't feel very victorious. He didn't care what they said. He just wanted his twin back. He wasn't sure he could go on without him.
"Hey Fred…" he started, but was at a loss for words. "Man, you don't know how hard this is. I just can't believe you're really gone. You're gone…and you're not coming back. I'm lonely, Fred. You would think living in a house full of Weasleys it would be impossible to ever be alone. But, throughout my whole life you had always been by my side. We did everything together. But now that you're gone, I am really, truly, alone." George didn't even bother to try to hold back the tears that began to spill down his face. This was the first time that he had truly cried for Fred. Even at the funeral George had held it all back.
"Everyone says you were a hero, dying to beat Voldemort. But you have always been my hero. You've been with me through everything, all of the ups and downs, the good and the bad. You were there. You were the one person I could always talk to, when I couldn't even go to Mum or Dad. You were the only one that ever knew the true me. I never had to pretend around you, you just accepted me for who I was. Maybe it's a twin thing," George force out a bitter laugh. Letting out a sigh, he continued.
"You were my other half, Fred. I-I don't know if I can live without you. Everyone expects me to still be the ever-present jokester, always coming up with a joke at the right moment. Well, not always the right moment," George smiled, thinking back on the good days. "But, I don't think I can do that anymore. I can't be the person that I was; I'm no longer the George I used to be. It always used to be "Fred-and-George" but now, now there's just "George." He ran a hand through his ginger colored hair.
"It should've been me. I'm older, I should've died first, but you didn't let me. Why'd it have to be you? Why? Is it wrong to wish that is was Percy instead? He was there too…"
"But, at least you died with a smile on your face. At least your last moments were happy, even if I wasn't with you. I never got to say goodbye, but I'm saying it now. Because I have to accept that you're dead, and that I can't change it. I'm going to move on, and I'm going to live for you, Fred. Because I know that's what you would want me to do." But part of himself died that night, with Fred, and he would never get that back.
"Goodbye Fred."