So, basically like the Title says. I'm starting off a little depressing, I know. But Fred's death from George's perspective. Also, you know how one twin can be hurt and the other feel his pain? Well, I always imagined George feeling Fred's pain when he was…crushed to death…I guess you could say….so here ya' go!

Warning: Short and Simple.

"George- George! Over here, quick!"

His head turned quickly to Lee Jordan's call. He was crouching down, hiding himself from the spells that were penetrating the Hall. Without giving it a thought, he sprinted next to him, sending a stunner over his shoulder at a Death Eater.

"What?" he roared over the crashes. Lee looked to him, his cheek gashed and his eye hard; the humor from minutes previous had completely vanished. Death Eaters were now penetrating their way closer and closer, and it was their job to seal them off.

"Give me an extendable ear!"

George looked at him. "Are you mad? Why do you need-?"

Lee shook his head furiously; "Just give it to me!"

George gaped, reaching into his pocket and grabbing it; What was Lee getting at? An Extendable ear now? In the middle of war? He hastily handed it to his friend, ready to ask his purpose, until he got up and ran to the doorway just across the hall. He sent George a grin. He was holding the end of the string, while George held onto the other.

Another cry echoed through the hall as George grinned. He now knew what Lee was getting at; footsteps echoed up the hall, drawing closer and closer. With one last wink at Lee, they lifted the extendable ear high into the air, and the Death Eaters, caught off guard, fell with a crash.

At once, George and Lee sat up and yelled "Stupefy!"

George threw his wand into the air, blowing on the tip as he approached Lee to high five him. "That was brilliant," he said, staring at the piece of string which lay across the hall. "Who knew those things could do more than eavesdrop?"

"Now, give me you're puking pastilles, I'm sure we could find something to use those for-" began Lee, though his voice died in his throat. George had fallen to the ground, clutching his stomach. He looked around for some source of attacker, yet found none. Paling, he dropped to George, who let out another cry, his face screwed up in obvious pain.

"George- George…what is it!"

He was trying to stand, giving out roars of pain as he clutched his side. Lee grabbed under his shoulder for support, and George slid down with a groan; he pulled him up before he hit the floor.

"George! Please! Whats wron-?" A jet- green light soared above his head, and he whipped himself and George down. After a moment of heavy breathing, in which George seemed to gain some control, a clear and harsh voice spoke throughout Hogwarts.

It declared for Harry Potter, yet again, and spoke with mad desire in his voice. He was retreating, and by doing so, giving us time to aid our dead and wounded. Dread filled every pore of his body…who had they lost? Who was injured beyond repair?

Beside him, George moaned. He rolled over, and with extreme effort, stood up. Lee followed, staring at him. "What was that?" he asked, but George was pale.

"Something isn't right…" he mumbled. Everything had been perfectly normal, perfectly fine…and then he felt as if he had been torn in two. He was being crushed, suffocated, every limb in his body seemed ruined and bruised, but then just as suddenly, it was gone…

Lee looked worried. George paled further, turning quickly. "And I think it's Fred!"

He was running as fast as he had run in his life. He was thinking of what Fred said...the night he lost his ear…

'…and then, it felt like my ear was being ripped off…' Fred had said, pulling on his ear and making a movement that rocked the whole bed. George let out a laugh. '…no! Really George! It's not funny- and then I knew something had happened…'

What had happened to Fred that had caused him that much pain? Had a Death eater tortured him? Or crushed half his body…though, it felt like some wall, or commotion, maybe even an explosion had occurred…

George nearly let out a sob, running faster than ever to the Hall, where he was sure his family would be. His heart was in his throat; Fred could seriously be hurt…damaged…

The Hall door burst open, and George stood for a moment, searching around frantically for signs of red hair. Lee caught up to him, doubled over. Fear pulsed through every part of his body…what was going on with George…

"Mom!" he cried, running over to her. She turned around, and he immediately could tell something was not right. The rest of the family turned in unison, followed by Hermione. Ginny let out a sob, and backed away from George. Lee followed up as well, sensing something was wrong, and watched over George's shoulder.

Ginny's movement however, left a clear view of what was wrong; Fred was there, his face looking up to the starry sky, peaceful, as if he could almost be sleeping…his body unmoving, lifeless…

"Fred," muttered George, pushing his way closer. He dropped to his knees by his brothers head. His body had gone numb, as if in a shock. He stared at his brothers identical face. Every part of him seemed to shut down, and he could do anything but watch. There was a sob from behind him, and his mother joined his side, crying in earnest. George could not breathe. Not that it mattered; because Fred was not. He never would. He would never laugh. Never smile, or share a joke with him. Never run the shop, never pull a prank…

And finally George let out a sob. And another one. It was like a dam that had broken through, and his face was washed with tears. His body shook with sobs, and he laid himself across Fred, shaking him. He couldn't be gone…it was a joke…a sick…twisted….joke….

But it was not, he knew. The truth sinking deeper and deeper into his stomach, threating to suffocate him with the truth. He would never laugh…never live…

And George knew, in a sense, a part of him had died with Fred.

Whoohoo! First one! Alrighty, please leave a review. I'm willing to do ANY SORT OF STORY! Au, Canon, time travel, next generation, romance…