Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does.
I couldn't believe she killed Fred! So I wrote this.
George stared at the lifeless body of his twin, Fred. Someone had closed Fred's unseeing eyes awhile ago, and he had a faint smile on his face. Why was he smiling? He was dead! Was he happy to be dead? He looked so peaceful, as if he was only asleep. George touched his twin's pale, bloodless face. It was cold, and it felt like a shell. He pulled his hand back quickly. This wasn't Fred, it couldn't be Fred. Why did it have to be Fred?
George remembered when, at Bill and Fleur's wedding, Fred had told them not to bother with all the fancy clothes at his wedding. Now Fred would never get married. Because he was dead. Never to speak again, never to prank again.
He couldn't understand it. One minute, Fred was alive, and cracking jokes while they fought. Then they had gotten separated, and now, this. Fred was dead. George felt guilty. What if he had been there, when that wall exploded? Could he have saved Fred? No. No one could have saved Fred.
When the realization hit him, George sank to his knees beside his twin's head. He wondered why he wasn't crying. Everyone else was. His mother, Molly, was sobbing, lying across Fred's chest. He could understand that, she had lost a son. But he had lost his twin, his best friend, and his partner in crime. Was he too sad to cry?
How could Fred do this to him? How could he leave him? Leave him with the responsibility of the shop. The responsibility of being a twin without a twin. How did that even work? The Great Hall was filled with the sounds of mourning and celebrating, but George heard none of it, too numb to notice anything but his brother's dead body.
Ha! I get it! This is just a prank! George thought desperately. It has to be a prank. If it isn't… I don't know what I'll do…
He reached out to shake Fred's shoulder, "O-okay Fred. I get it. Haha, really funny. You can get up now." Fred didn't get up, and George's family shot him sympathetic glances.
His older brother, Bill, walked around the table to George, and put his hand on George's shoulder.
"He's dead, George. He's gone, and he's not coming back." George looked up at his brother, and saw that Bill had tears in his eyes. Suddenly he could feel tears running down his own face. Fred was gone, and George was all alone. Sure, he had the rest of his family, but they could never replace his twin. He felt like he had been ripped in two. He looked back at Fred's dead body, clenched his fists, and tried not to scream with the pain.
"George… he's in a better place," said his father, who was stroking the weeping Molly's hair, tears streaming down his face also. "You'll see him again, just maybe not for a while… hopefully not for a while. I don't think this family could stand to lose another member right now."
He's in a better place. Perhaps that was why Fred was smiling? Hopefully he was happy. Was he thinking about the twin brother he left behind? George looked up, to where the sun had just appeared over the side of the enchanted ceiling. Tears still streaming from his eyes, he smiled. Fred was in a better place, and George would join him when his time came.