Last Laugh
Okay so this is my first fan fic, sorry its so short but if I get enough reviews I'll write another chapter.
Things would never be the same. Never. At least not in George's eyes. It seemed like everything was happening way too fast.
Ron, Harry, and Hermione leaving to find horcruxes, the war at Hogwarts, Percy coming back, and then that stupid Death Eater killing his other half, Fred.
Now, everyone was back at the burrow happy that Voldemort is dead but there was so much grief that it was hard to be happy.
Out of the whole Weasley family, George was taking it the worst. Occasionally, he would come to breakfast and dinner or have a conversation with a family member, but usually they would try to avoid him and he would do the same.
They were all afraid they would say the wrong thing and he would break down, but George just felt so alone.
He had lost so much more than just an ear, he felt as if someone spilt him in two (not in the horcruxes way) and he would never be able to find the other half to mend himself back together.
One night Ginny had come to his room and sat at the end of Fred's bed.
"George, look at me," she had said. He didn't.
"George," she said again, "You can't sit here forever and grieve, believe me we all miss him too, but everything has to happen for a reason."
He didn't want to believe her.
"Gin, this isn't helping. I know you're trying to make me feel better, but the thing is, I don't want to," he said never looking at her.
"I hate seeing you like this, it's not natural. Fred would have wanted you to keep the shop going, have a smile on your face, not sitting here wishing you could erase time." Her voice cracked when she had said his name.
"Would you just go away?" he snapped back but his voice had cracked too.
He turned and lay on his side, facing the wall. Ginny didn't say any thing except stood up and left his room.
George turned back around, feeling bad he snapped at his sister like that and lay back down and slowly fell asleep.