Title: Die Fighting
Character(s): George W. + Fred. W
Summary: "Fred was always someone to stay fighting if he believed in something. And unfortunately this fight we were all fighting in stole his life while he was fighting." George says some words at Fred's funeral. One-shot
Notes: I absolutely hate J.K. for killing off Fred! But then again it's made my heart go out to all the characters... well I thought that I would write this because I was slightly bored, you know?
Warning: Rated 'T' for hinted at Self Harm. And I think that this should be a 'T' for that reason...
It was a week after the Second Wizarding War had ended. It had been only seven days since the fall of Voldemort.
Several Death Eaters had been on the run for the seven long days, but most had been dragged back into Azkaban by Aurors who were more determined than ever. The new Minister of Magic, former Auror himself, Kingsley Shacklebolt, had already dismissed Dementors from their post at the prison.
But today, seven days after the final battle, there was no one celebrating - No, today was Fred Gideon Weasley's funeral. To say that every one shed tears however, would be a lie. For it seemed that many had mourned the loss of so many others to even be capable of crying anymore.
The ceremony started at around Ten O'clock, and most turned up in suits and black dresses, however it seemed that Fred's twin had not. George Weasley turned up to his twin's funeral wearing a white shirt, a tie and jeans. He looked distraught, and bags underneath his eyes indicated that he hadn't slept in for the entire week since his brother's funeral. Faded pink scars looked out of place on George's wrist and many noticed the bangage across his arm that suggested that maybe the man wasn't really dealing with Fred's death as many other's were. It seemed that maybe George was taking his brother's death too badly.
During the ceremony, when George was asked to say some words about his brother, George stood slowly blinking quickly as if he had blood loss and was dizzy, before walking to the front of the room, right infront of his brother's coffin with an empty look in his eyes. An empty yet broken look in his eyes...
"Fred..." He started, oblivious to the tears welling up in his eyes, "What can I tell you about Fred? Not only was he my brother, my twin... but he was also my bestfriend. We were always there for each other, knew each other like the back of my hand... Fred was always the smart one when it came to the two of us, and I was always the reckless one to a point. He would always be the one to speak logic if I suggested something extremely stupid, you know? But he's not here anymore, and we're not going to be referred to as 'The Weasley Twins'. He'll be Fred, and I'll be George."
George looked at every one in the hall, looking at them as they nodded as they sympathized with him. He didn't want their sympathy though, he knew they didn't understand, but he continued instead,
"Fred was always someone to stay fighting if he believed in something. And unfortunately this fight we were all fighting in stole his life while he was fighting. But I'm proud that he's my brother - his twin. Because he was always the person I could turn to if I was upset and all that. And it depresses me just knowing that while all of us get to grow older with all of our families, he'll never have that chance. At least he gets to stay twenty forever though, huh..."
It seemed that things would never really be the same without Fred there anymore...