AN: Written for 's Jukebox Challenge.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
All Alone
by maybeknot
Don't you know it's alright to be alone?
You can make it on your own.
George lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He tried not to think about what had happened yesterday. He tried not to think about the dark soil, the grey tombstone. He tried not to think about Fred's pale face.
He failed completely.
It seemed as if there were nonstop funerals this week. Tonks, Lupin, Creevey, Weasley. Except that none of then should have been dead.
Thinking about al the arrests made him feel a little better. Lestrange, Lestrange, Carrow, Doholov. Except they all should have been dead.
George stopped himself. No, he wouldn't wish for death, not on anybody. He remembered the look on Lestrange's face when his wife was killed. He remembered the look on Carrow's face when her brother died. Even horrible people had loved ones.
Death was a messy thing. It just clawed at you, ripped your heart open, and took out the people you loved the most. It left you all alone.
Voldemort shouldn't have wasted his time making himself immortal. He should have just made everyone else immortal instead. It probably would have hurt less.
George closed his yes. He didn't want to think about this now. He just wanted to sleep. Too bad he couldn't.
Maybe he could just stay in bed forever. Yeah, that would work.
But that annoying little voice in his head objected.
"But what would Fred say?"
He knew exactly what Fred would say. He'd say that George could handle it. That he could make it on his own.
With that, George dragged himself out of bed and opened the blinds.
It was a new day, and somehow, he'd get through it.
Somehow.
AN: Reviews are much appreciated.