Yes, I know it's very short but it was just a spur of the moment sort of thing. I thought I'd share it with everyone. I really like it, actually.
"Are you alright, Freddy?"
The twins were climbing trees at the tender age of 5. It was quite a fall but Fred stood and raised a thumb in the air, smiling up at his twin.
"Are you alright, Freddy?"
Their first time through Platform 9 ¾. Fred had stumbled passing through and landed face first onto the pavement. Fred got up and brushed himself off, acting as if nothing happened, though at his side, a few girls giggled at him.
"Are you alright, Freddy?"
Fourth year potions. The two were not following Snape's directions, of course, and began mixing freely. In a matter of time, the cauldron burst into flames, catching Fred's hair on fire. The class was in an uproar, laughing and squealing on the literally firey headed twin. Only George saw that Fred was legitimately frightened and quickly expunged the fire.
"Are you alright, Freddy?"
He held his twin's body in his arms, his hands shaking. Fred began to smile, as he said his final words. George couldn't speak, only think. Every bone in his body ached. Every muscle tightened. Only tears flowed from his eyes. That was the only time Fred didn't get up. Fred wasn't alright anymore.. And neither was George.