"Harry," George said as he sat at the table in Harry's kitchen.
Harry looked up from where he was shifting a sleepy Lily on his shoulder. "Yes George?"
"What's it like to die?"
If there anything he was expecting, it wasn't that. Harry hesitated and rested his head against Lily's. "You're not going to die George," he said softly.
George smiled softly, and almost sadly as he looked down at his hands. Locks of ginger hair fell into his brown eyes, obscuring them from Harry's gaze, leaving them unable to read. He twisted his hands around the handle of his cup of tea, something Harry knew from Auror training meant he was nervous. About what was the question.
"I know," his brother-in-law said, voice soft. "I just… I want to know. And you're the only one I know that has… died. And I just… I want to be sure there was no pain for…" His words trailed off, but Harry knew what he meant.
Ever since Fred's death, George had been quieter, more reserved. Maybe he had always been the more soft-spoken of the twins, but after, he'd become even more so. There were moments where he wouldn't speak at all, or when he'd be so quiet you couldn't hear him. Then there were his eyes. They spoke of an ultimate sadness, the kind that could kill people. Could kill George, if he let it.
"It was very quick," he said, voice low. "Painless. One moment you're alive, one moment you're not. It goes quicker than snapping your fingers, than falling asleep."
George nodded. He hesitated before asked, "And… did you… was there anything or anyone… there?"
"I was in a place that looked like King's Cross, but I believe it's different for everyone. Dumbledore met me there."
They sat in silence for a moment, both seeming to mull this over. Harry had a faraway look in his eyes.
"George?" he asked suddenly. George looked up and met Harry's eyes for the first time.
"Don't worry George," Harry said, reached over to touch George's hand lightly. "He'll meet you there George. You haven't seen the last of him."