This is my first one so I would love criticism so I can make it better. This Chapter is super sad and like kills you, I was crying as I wrote it but, I will make it better. Thanks! I also obviously don't own Harry Potter, Queen Rowling does.

George's POV

It was Fred's funeral today. My hands fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. I looked in the mirror and I saw George. An aching feeling clamped my heart as I remembered all the things we've done together, how we thought that we would be inseparable forever. I never thought this day would come, not this early at least. I remember looking to my right and seeing him there, having someone to finish my sentences and think the same mischievous thoughts. The tears drip freely down my cheeks and onto my shirt. I look back into the mirror, hoping that he would come out of the mirror and be back with us again. My knees gave away and I sat on the ground, sobbing. My face was contorted and the tears kept coming. I heard the door open and Ginny walked in. Her eyes were red too and she hugged me. I clung onto her and I felt her tears on my shoulder. She didn't whisper comforting words or promise that everything thing will be fine; she knew that they had no effect. She wiped her tears and drew back and pulled me up. I could see she was trying to hold it in for my sake as she didn't look at me straight in the eyes. Ginny gave me a tissue and said "Do you want to go now? You don't have to."

"I-I'll…"

"It starts in 10. How about then?"

"Thanks. I-I appreciate it."

"It's okay."

I watched Ginny leave and I was grateful for that, I need some alone-time. I sat down on my bed and picked up a picture album from my table. I opened it and I saw George and me as toddlers. Then us at a Christmas party, wearing identical jumpers with the letters 'F' and 'G' on them. The day before the first day of school. I sat there, flicking through the pictures with the tears running slowly down my face. I stare at the last one of us. We were at our joke shop. Behind us, fireworks exploded, mists rose and lights shone. Our faces wore the same smile, our proud and happy one. We were aware of the danger. We knew it would be dangerous. We knew that You-Know-Who would be defeated. I never thought that Fred would die. I imagined Fred there, chuckling at how pathetic I was. I see the smile that I used to wear on his face. Then I remember when he was murdered. He was laughing. Percy was back with us and he actually made a joke. George was laughing… then… he was gone. I saw his blank eyes and the ghost of his smile still on his face. At…at least he was happy before he died.

I breathed in deeply and exhaled. I wiped the tears from my face and straightened my clothes. My hands were still shaking as I walked out of the door, to my other half's funeral.