A.N.- This is slightly different than my normal Fred and George fics. Well, I hope you enjoy!!
When Fred said we should split up, I wasn't happy about it at all.
"Fred! Are you bloody crazy? What if something happens? We can't split up. We need to protect each other! If you're not there, I'm not gonna be all there and I won't be able to fight!" Fred put a hand on my shoulder.
"Don't worry, George. We're gonna make it out of this. I'll meet you in the Great Hall later. I promise." I pulled Fred into a hug just in case I didn't get to one more time.
"I love you, Freddie. Just remember that." I sobbed.
"I know, Georgie. I love you, too." I heard Fred's voice crack.
That was the last I ever heard of my twin brother. I was with Lee Jordan, our best friend, fighting off the bloody Death Eaters. I had just stunned Goyle's father, when I felt a sharp pain stab through me. The first thing I thought of was Fred. It was physical pain, but it was inside of me, like I just got a part ripped out of me.
"George! You alright, mate?" I ignored him, stood up, and ran. "George!"
"I have to find Fred!" I ran to the Great Hall, because, if Fred was ok, I knew he felt the pain, too. I knew he'd go to the Great Hall.
When I got to the Great Hall, I was devestated with what I saw. Percy, yeah, Percy, on the floor, leaning over something, shaking as if he was crying. I saw a mass of red hair around him, so I knew something was wrong. When I got there, I collapsed to the ground. Laying on the ground where Percy leaned over, was my twin brother, dead. I started shaking ferociously, tears streaking down my face.
"George-" Mum started, her voice gentle.
"No, I don't want to hear your pity." I growled.
"George..." But I didn't hear her. I was staring at the lifeless body of my other half.
I couldn't believe it. I FELT the pain my twin felt when he died. I guess those twin bonds were true. I sobbed loudly.
"It's okay, Georgie. We know how you feel." Mum tried to comfort me.
"No you don't! I just lost my other half, Mum! He was my best friend! Who did it?" I turned to Percy.
"Augustus Rookwood." Percy mumbled. I stood up quickly, fully intent on finding Rookwood.
"George!" I heard many voices behind me but I didn't stop. I was going to kill the son of a bitch who killed my brother. I found the tall man fighting Aberforth Dumbledore. I stood behind him, lifting my wand.
"Avada Kedavra!" I yelled, pointing my wand at Rookwood. The man who murdered my twin fell to the ground, and became still.
"Weasley. Why'd you do that?" Aberforth asked, slightly mad at me for taking his opponent.
"He killed my twin brother." I mumbled, feeling tears in my eyes once again. Aberforth's hard eyes softened a little bit.
"George!" Percy walked up and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Well done, little brother." He whispered. I fell to the ground in tears. I had just killed a man. Sure, he killed my soulmate, but I still killed a man.
I was trying to fill a hole that was now forming in my heart, by killing the man, but that spot would never be filled as long as Fred was gone.
A.N.- This fic was a slightly different one. George doesn't DIE in this one! But, I hate it when Fred dies. How'd you like it?
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xx Sam