A/N: This is my first fanfic on this account since I stopped writing two years ago and lost my old account. It's not a twincest. Well, enjoy! (:
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything.
Chapter Title: Dejection
He woke up with a start. "Fred!" he screamed, beads of perspiration forming on his freckled forehead, beneath his red locks of fringe.
His hands brushed across the soft cold creases of the bed they one shared. Now, it belonged to him only.
Oh yeah, he's gone, he thought. Fear morphed into sadness at the memory of Fred leaving him forever.
They had exchanged quick winks before turning back to who they were duelling. George with Bellatrix and him and Goyle. That was the last he saw of Fred.
He had returned home as instructed by Lupin, since he was badly injured. Lupin had made sure he Apparated before returning to the fight. He had returned home, injured, eyes on the door, waiting hopefully for the door to their London flat to burst open, emerging a bouncy and cheerful Fred announcing You-Know-Who's defeat. The order was very well-armed this time round. They had three Phoeixes to one death eater, ensuring Harry the leeway to duel with Voldermort.
Death on the Order's side was not inevitable. He concluded as it had been 3 months and his hopes of Fred returning eventually diminished significantly.
"If Harry hadn't killed him, I would have done so." He thought aloud bitterly.
He does not even tend to the Wheezes anymore. All he does is brood about his past over bottles of firewhisky.
Tears were staining his cheeks yet again.
He recalled the first time he had cried.
He was five.