DISCLAIMER:I am not JK Rowling. Everything you recognise is hers. George oneshot.


All was silent in the Burrow. Everywhere was quite nowadays, after the war. That damn war! Why couldn't Voldemort have stayed dead! George thought to himself as he looked in the mirror in the bathroom, leaning over the sink. His hand moved to where his ear should have been. His thoughts drifted to what Fred had said...

"George, bro, this isn't funny. No kidding man. Eye for eye, ear for ear. They will pay."

Fred had said it so seriously, so fiercely,

George nodded. It really was eye for eye, ear for ear. And now he had to make it life for life.

"Life for life," he said, emotionlessly.

"Life for life!" he repeated, with more feeling, anger, hurt, pain.

He filled the sink with water and reaching his cupped hands in and wet his face with the cold water. After grabbing a towel and wiping the water off his face, he went through the front door, grabbing only his wand. Walking just beyond the Burrows's boundaries, he apparated to Diagon Alley, to his joke shop. He went to the back of the shop and opened the door to Fred and his's home.

Opening the door, he caught a whiff of something that smelt very similar to rotten egg. It was probably one of their experiments that had gone wrong, but they hadn't yet got round to cleaning. He went to the small living room and walked over to the window. Moving the curtain to the side a bit, revealing the view of Knockturn Alley. Then, he saw a man. An ex-deatheater, to be exact. But all the same, a death eater. George swept around and ran down the stairs.

Into the shop then out onto the streets, the door swinging closed.

"Life for life" he told himself.

And then, In his head, he heard something. A voice that said something. And that voice was his voice. Except it wasn't his voice.

...Fred

The voice had said,

"No, George. Please don't."

George stopped. This was his brother. His twin brother. His late twin brother. He thought for a moment.

"I passed, laughing. That was the best way I could have passed. Ever." the voice said.

"Stay with me." George croaked, in a deep, hurt voice.

"Always. In your heart."

George opened his mouth to speak.

"George, I can guide you. Part of you IS with me."

George's hand went to where his ear should have been.

"Be happy, love life. You only live once." he insisted. "Live life for the both of us."

George swallowed.

"I love you Fred."

"I love you George. Now go! Life is too short to stand around!

George took a deep breath and turned on his heel and walked towards the shop, tears glimmering in his eyes could be seen in the glimmering sunlight that was climbing it's way up the sky.


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