For the 52 Weeks of Writing Competition, Prompts being candlelight, breathless, nightmare and "give me one good reason why I
Also for the Gemstone Competition, my entry for Flourite.
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HP, JKR DOES. :)
George entered the Great Hall of Hogwarts. The place was dim with candlelight. It had been turned into a hospital of sorts, people were getting injured left, right and center in this war, and they needed to be tended to. When someone he barely knew had rushed up to him, asking that he go to the Great Hall, he wasn't sure what to think. Something must have happened, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions. It could just be an injury, like his ear, but the boy that had come up to him looked like he wanted to tell him something, but it seemed like he didn't have the heart to do it. After delivering the message, the boy swiftly turned away and ran back down the hall, probably hoping George wouldn't follow him and ask him more questions. George rushed over to where his family was hovering over something, tears welling in their eyes.
Looking down, he saw it. A person who looked just like him, lying there, dead. George hardly ever cried, but seeing his twin, eyes lifeless, had broken him. It was like a horrible nightmare had just become reality, and it took a moment for it to sink in, but when it hit him, it hit him hard. His twin was dead, breathless. And he started to cry.
His knees buckled under him as he fell to the floor, screaming, crying, cradling his brother in his arms, wishing that this was all just a cruel prank, but he never blinked, his eyes seemed glazed over, only another reminder that there was nothing left in him, no more laughs, no more jokes, no more anything.
When he finally recollected himself, the first thing that came out of his mouth was, "I'm going to kill the bloody creep who did this."
"George, relax, please," his mother said calmly, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder, but he shoved it away.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't," he snapped, "Once I find them, I'll cast the same spell that they used to kill my brother on them."
"George!" his mother shouted, but it was too late, he had stormed off, furious and angry. With a flick of a wand, someone had not only taken his twin brother, but also his best friend.
