So just looking back over the Harry Potter books I wanted to do a story about George after Fred died. In the movie when I saw George's face in the Great Hall it got me to really start thinking about what it would be like for George after the war was over. I hope you enjoy it and this isn't a oneshot, this story will be a few chapters. Please review after you read this chapter.
Have you ever had your heart ripped out of your chest and broken in half? Do you know what it's like to be separated from your other half, forever? Have you ever felt the darkness surround you and whisper in your ear why you should even bother to live anymore? Have you ever felt so lost, and so helpless that you don't know what to do anymore?
I have.
How can I explain the pain I'm feeling? How can I find words for the tragedy I was forced to witness? What can I say that will explain how the war took everything from me?
I sat in my bedroom, now cold and empty with only me here. I stared out my window at the dull grey sky, painted as gloomy as my mood. A month, a whole month had passed since the war, but it felt like an eternity. A slow, painful, living hell that had no end in sight. I thought of him and whispered his name to myself for the first time since that day. But this came with consequences; tears fell from my already red eyes. The pain, the gaping hole in my chest came stronger than ever. The hole that had once been filled with my brother, my twin. I clutched the blanket that was wrapped tightly around me as my whole body shook with sobs. A month hadn't been long enough, a thousand years wouldn't be able to rid me of my pain.
The war took many things from many people, but I never thought it would take Fred too. How was I suppose to move on when the person who had always cheered me up was now buried underneath the ground in an eternal slumber? Most of my family seemed numb at his death, but not me. The shock has hit me full force and has lingered around ever since, waiting to pounce on me when I am at my weakest. We said we would always be together, there were so many hopes and dreams that we never got to even try.
I have given up everything, my future seems impossible now. There are no words that can describe this constant ache, constant emptiness, I feel in my heart. I can barely pretend I'm ok, I have no more strength now. It is all gone with each tear I shed.
I muster whatever strength I have left to calm myself down, but it takes several minutes for me to stop my sobbing. I can hear whispered voices downstairs, they know, they heard.
"He's really hurting" my mother said sadly.
"We all are Molly" my father replied with an equally grieving tone.
"But it's effected him the worse" came Charlie's voice next.
"Course it has. They were glued to each other weren't they. Having one without the other just isn't normal," Bill said.
There was a moment of silence that hung like death's shadow as I waited to hear more.
"Someone should go comfort him. He's pushing us away and that's not what he needs right now" my mum's voice the one to finally break the silence.
There was movement and I heard slow and steady steps climbing the stairs. I curled myself into a tight ball, wishing they wouldn't come. There was no comfort that any of them could offer me that could ever heal me. The steps grew louder and louder as I turned away from the door, not wanting to see. I heard my door open and there was a small pause. The person stepped forward slowly as if trying to catch a gnome with it's back turned. I felt strong arms slowly wrap themselves around me as I turned my head to see it was Percy who had come. If there was one person that was as badly effected by Fred's death as I was it would have to be Percy.
I leaned my head back onto his chest and gripped his arms with my hands. I could see in his eyes the same emotions I felt. We didn't breathe a word to each other as I turned to hug him, his grip just as tight as mine. I could feel him shaking and knew he was crying. I let slip a few tears of my own before I squeezed my eyes shut, hopelessly wishing I could awaken from this horrid nightmare. Wishing more than anything I could turn back time. I pulled back enough so I could see Percy's face, glistening with silver tears that kept coming like a waterfall.
"I know you're hurting. It's hard loosing him. You both were the heart and soul of our family and now that's he's gone…" Percy whispered, his voice cracking before he could stop it.
"I know" I replied, understanding it was hard for him to talk about this too.
"George" the voice was barely above a whisper.
I looked over at the door and saw Ginny standing there. Her normally pretty eyes now stained with the same red that surrounded my eyes.
"Ginny" I said softly, holding out an open arm that she quickly buried into. Percy placed an arm around her too as more tears spilled down all our cheeks. Ginny's cheeks, once rosy with life, now were pale as if death had kissed them.
"It kills me to see you like this. It's not normal that you never smile anymore" Ginny said, placing a cold hand on the side of my face.
"I can find nothing to be joyful about anymore" I replied bitterly.
It was very true too. Fred brought out the best in me as I did him. I looked at my siblings, trying to silently send them a message that I wanted to be alone. Percy nodded in understanding and got to his feet, taking Ginny's hand to lead her out so that I was left alone with my thoughts once more.
I can't say that I have ever felt this kind of pain personally, but when I think about loosing someone close to me it really makes me sad and that's what I tried to reflect in this story. Let me know what you think so far please.