A/N: Here's my Forge. Hope it'll distract those of you who like my Wolfstar for a while. Enjoy -Sevvie

Disclaimer: I sadly don't own the Harry Potter series or any of its characters.

One Last Time

Ch.1

"Please! Mum, I have to go! He was my brother! My best friend! Mum, please! I just… I have to… F-Fred…"

George kneeled at his mother's feet, crying. Begging.

He was outraged. The whole Weasley family was to attend Fred's funeral in one week, and they tell him he couldn't go. They thought he would lose his head.

What they didn't know, was that he already lost it. You don't just see your identical twin brother, best friend and lover (yes, they had been lovers) die and just shrug your shoulders and walk away. Oh, no. You die inside. You feel your heart break in half. You feel part of you fade away. The better part.

"I'm sorry, George. You can't go. We'll make sure of it," Arthur Weasley said to his sobbing son, and walked into the kitchen. The rest of the family followed. Except for Ron.

"George…?" He said as he approached his brother. "George, I think it's wrong. What they're saying. About not going to Fred's funeral, I mean. I know how much he meant to you. I know how much you two loved each other."

George looked up, startled.

"H-how? How did you know?" His voice was thick with emotion and tears stained his cheeks. Ron had never seen his brother look like this. George was always smiling, laughing, brightening up the room. Never had he seen his brother cry.

"In the Quidditch locker room after the game against Ravenclaw last year. In the… uhm… in the showers," the second youngest Weasley said, embarrassed.

"Oh…" That was the noise him and Fred had heard then. Other than their moans, of course.

'Hear that, Freddie? Ickle Ronniekins was watching us. Think he enjoyed the show?'

'Who wouldn't enjoy watching you reach your peak? The look of pleasure on your face is bloody hot!' Came his response.

Oh, yes. George had a secret. He could hear Fred. Right where his ear used to be. He was dying to tell someone… Maybe Ron would understand?

'Go ahead, Georgie! I know he'll understand.'

He sniffled. "Ron?"

"Yeah, George?"

"Can I tell you something?"

"Anything, George. I'm here for you." This reassured him greatly but he just didn't know how to put it. How the hell do you explain that you can hear your dead brother talking to you?

"I- I can hear him. Fred, I mean. Like, where my ear used to be. I dunno. Maybe it's because my ear is dead. Just like- just like he is. Please, please don't think I've lost it, Ron. You're the only one I have left. Everyone else hates me. They blame me because I wasn't there in time to push him out of the way. I bet they wish I died instead… Fred was always the better one." George always had this thought. What if he had died instead.

'Don't think like that! Things would be no different!'

'Sorry, Freddie. I guess you're right.'

''Course I'm right! When am I not? I'm offended, Georgie!'

This brought a soft chuckle out of George. Ron looked astonished. It was something he hadn't heard his brother do since Fred's death.

George stood up and Ron copied. "Thanks, Ronnie. You sure know how to make someone feel a little better. You know, for a git," he reached over and hugged his younger sibling tightly.

Ron had a smart comeback on his lips but it died when he realized what George had just done.

"Did you just make a joke?"

George thought about it for a second, a small smile creeping to his mouth.

"Yeah," he said. "I think I just did,"

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