A/N: This is the first one-shot I've written. It's quite short, and I'm just hoping to get some constructive feedback to help me with my writing. If you're actually bothering to read this; thank you!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter. If I did, I would have blonde hair and an amazing writing style.
George Weasley didn't know how he would survive after the death of Fred.
When he saw his twin body, he felt like his world had fallen to pieces. The air become too stuffy to breathe in, and all his breath's came out in short pants. The twists and turns that his stomach was creating, and the burning sensation in his chest was horrible. It felt like he was about to die; except, he couldn't. All he could do was collapse to the once safe grounds of Hogwarts and scream out in pain.
The others in the Weasley clan couldn't understand the deep bond that had been broken. The bond had held the two twins together since they were born—since they first looked into one another's eyes—and now it was gone. No longer would George be able to look at Fred and have a conversation through their eyes, no longer would they be able speak simultaneously, and no longer would they be able to run Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes like they were kings. Everything they had created together was gone.
Forever.
The months following the end of the second wizarding war were tiring. George didn't feel like eating or sleeping, and stayed outside the Burrow and watch the gnomes trod into the unruly garden. He couldn't even go into his room; everything reminded him of Fred. The thing was, he was upset, because he couldn't even mourn with his parents. The only person he could mourn with was someone who was just almost as close to Fred as George was.
Angelina Johnson.
Fred and Angelina had dated during Hogwarts, but broke it off on good terms with each other. She came to visit one day a month after Fred's death and when George saw her; he just collapsed into her arms. She didn't have red hair, freckles and the smell of old cauldrons; she was the opposite.
The opposite of everything Fred used to be.
Everything just moved on quickly from then. Angelina became a permanent resident in his heart, and George felt Fred's presence urging him on when he proposed to her. The same urging when they were wed, the same urging when Angelina told him she was pregnant, and the same urging when his wife gave birth to beautiful twins.
The new parents named the boy after Fred and Arthur—Fred Arthur Weasley the Second—and the girl after Angelina's grandmother, Florence Molly Weasley. George thought he was about to cry when he saw his children for the first time; flaming red hair and a mass bunch of freckles peppered on their faces. In his eyes, they were perfect. One day, he hoped, they could be as close as he and Fred were. One day, they could pull pranks and dance around like they were drunk; just like Fred and George.
For the first time since his twins' death, George felt at peace; and he could just feel Fred patting him on the shoulder, telling him that thank goodness 'his holeyness' makes good babies.
A/N: Review if you want to; it would be much appreciated. Thank you for reading this :)