After watching nothing but Harry Potter for 3 days, I felt completley compelled to write a fanfiction about all of our favorite twins - FRED & GEORGE. I was completley devastated by Fred's death and it never showed how George dealt with it or mourned. This will be a three part story.

I don't own Fred and George or anything Harry Potter. All rights go to J.K. Rowling

Chapter 1

Things are different now, standing over his grave.

It's been eight days. The worst eight days of my life have gone by since I lost him. Eight terrible days since my best friend died. Eight nightmarish days since I knelt over his body and begged him to come back.

Maybe it sounds like rubbish, but I felt him leave ... felt him die. I was dueling with some Death Eater when I felt something tear through my chest. I thought I'd been hit, but when I looked down I was physically fine. I didn't realize it till later, but at that moment my heart had been torn from my chest.

He was born nine minutes before me.

Freddie always joked that I liked to arrive late for everything. It's stupid, but I always thought that I would live nine minutes longer than he did so that in the end we would have lived for exactly the same amount of time.

I was wrong. It's been eight days and I show no signs of dying anytime soon.

His funeral ended a couple of hours ago. Countless people stood and gave eulogies and speeches about how great Fred was, how funny and bright he was. Percy called him a hero and told us all that we should be celebrating Fred's life instead of grieving his death. That's easy for him to say. He never understood us, and he never really cared to. He only ''loved'' us because we're family, but that still didn't mean much. If he wants to go off and celebrate - fine but don't expect me to join in.

Everyone told me that I should speak at his funeral, but I haven't said a word since I saw Fred's body. What exactly is there for me to say?

People keep trying to comfort me. My family especially, but it only makes it worse. I have to go home at night and sleep in the room I've shared with him all of my life, but now I'm there sleeping alone.

...

Everyone's gone now. It's just Fred and I - the way it's always been.

I can speak now. I'm just talking to my brother after all. The only thing that's different is the fresh dirt that separates us ... Merlin, I can't look at it. I can't look at it and know my other half is down there in a casket.

His tombstone reads :

Fred Weasley

April 1, 1978 - May 2, 1998

Son, Brother, Friend, Hero

"Damn it, Freddie. You have no idea what I'm .. how much I miss you. You'd love the way things have turned out though. Voldemort's gone, Harry got him. You'd never believe it, but Snape was on our side all along. I still don't like the greasy slimeball though. Mum killed Bellatrix Lestrange. She was going after Ginny and ... you should've seen it - maybe you did."

I wipe the tears from my face and sit next to his headstone, leaning against it as though it's his shoulder.

"Everyone is doing as good as can be expected, I suppose. Dad hasn't been back to work since that night, and Mum is ... well you can imagine. Ginny's been spending all of her time with The Chosen One of course, but she misses you terribly mate. They all do ... Oh! Ron's finally got his head out of his arse and is dating Hermione now. We called that one, didn't we mate? I haven't been back to the shop since the battle. I just can't ... I don't know if I'll ever be able to. Ron said he'd help out whenever I need. At first I wanted to kill him for even suggesting it, but then I remembered you won't be going back to work with me. I guess I'll take him since I can't have you."

The truth is - we've always had a soft spot for Ron as our baby brother. I guess I just didn't realize that he'd grown into a man until he braved coming into our ... my room and told me he'd help with anything I need. I don't know if I've ever loved him as much as I did in that moment.

"Bill and Fleur left right after your funeral. The full moon is coming and apparently it's easier on him when he's at home. It sounds like a real pain to me. Percy is sticking around at home for awhile, being a ponce of course ... maybe I shouldn't say that. Whatever we both know it's true. Mum can't look at me without crying. I don't know if it's because I'm your twin or if it's because she's never seen one of us without the other. Charlie's leaving to go back to Romania in a few days. Even though the battle was here they've got a lot to fix over there as well. It's crazy to think that You Know Who had forces all over the world ... Charlie's dealing with your death as best he can, but he was never really around, was he? We were closer to him than Percy, but he wasn't there for all of the stunts we pulled."

"I just ... I want you to know that I don't regret any of it. All of it was brilliant - every single thing we did. We always had the best time, and I didn't realize it till now, but I was so lucky to have you there beside me. It's never going to be like that again, is it? I'll never get to be the best man at your wedding, I'll never get to play with your kids ... I'll never get to see you as an old man. That's what is really killing me, mate."

My head drops into my hands, the tears coming too fast to bother wiping away.

"I know that you'll always be around. I can feel with you with me right now. I hear your voice in my head, finishing all of my thoughts. I'm so scared that it'll go away, that I'll lose that part of you too. I'm scared more than anything that one day you'll be gone completely and I'll really be alone. I have a lot more that I could say, but you probably already know it all. I love you so much Freddie, and I miss you. I'll always miss you. Always."