George sat on his bed, staring blindly at the wall. He had been sat in this position for a few hours now, occasionally hearing his mother's voice at the door.
"George? Georgie? Please come out, it's been days, you haven't even come down for food."
His stomach growled in protest at the mention of food, but he had no appetite. He glanced into the mirror and saw Fred staring back at him. He turned his head until it was at the angle where he could see his missing ear. That was better; seeing Fred only increased the pain.
George lay back and began to count the many cracks on the ceiling. He had reached well past a thousand (probably by counting the same cracks many times) before he drifted into an uneasy sleep.
George was standing in the middle of a long, dark room; there were very small windows that let in only a tiny amount of moonlight. The room was entirely empty, and the floor was made of rotting, wooden floor boards. Across the room stood the figure of terror. Lord Voldemort stood opposite George, his eyes a bright red and slits for nostrils, a hooded black cloak around his shoulders.
"This isn't real," George muttered under his breath, repeating it to stop himself shaking from fear.
"It's real as long as you can see me and hear me," said the soft, cruel voice. "This is as real as your twin's death was real." An evil smile spread across his face. "He died in pain, Weasley. And he's still in pain now. And you, you still live on Earth, living a life while your twin burns. How is that fair, Weasley?"
George's heart twisted in pain. What if Fred really was still in pain?
"I... I wish I was with him."
Voldemort's face showed no emotion. He pointed his wand at George and whispered "Crucio."
George fell to the floor, writhing in pain. He felt like he was burning from the inside, his limbs twitched horribly and he screamed but made no sound.
"This is what your brother felt, Weasley. This is the pain he is in even now." He flicked his wand and George screamed as gashes formed all over his body, drenching him in warm, bright red blood. Voldemort knelt beside him and pushed his finger into a deep wound on George's chest, making George scream even louder.
"Do you like the pain?" Voldemort laughed, his voice high and cruel.
George coughed, blood erupting from his mouth. The echoing laugh was become fuzzier. His vision was becoming blurred and his voice was sore from the screaming and blood that was lining the walls of his throat.
"I'm going to kill you, George Weasley, and you will be in even more pain than your brother was when he died."
George tried to answer, tried to say "At least I'll be with him," but he chocked on his blood.
"Stop!" Called a new voice. George could barely distinguish between the screaming in his head from the pain, but there was something familiar about that voice.
He could just about see through the pain the dark figure of Voldemort disappear. Behind where he had stood was someone else; the person rushed forwards and knelt down beside George.
"George? Are you okay?" The voice was full of fear, and George tried to speak, once again choking on his blood.
"Oh God, oh God..." the person was distressed and George wanted to tell them, it was okay. He wanted the voice to stop crying.
"George? Talk to me, please?" The voice was sobbing now.
He felt his eyes slowly close, trying to keep them open, to see the person who was crying over him The pain he was feeling was overwhelming. He reached out, his arm spurting blood. The person took his hand.
"It's okay, George. I'm always here with you."
George woke with a start. He felt tears cascading down his face. The nightmares were the worst part. He wanted them to stop, he needed to stop them.
"I'm coming, Fred. It's already been too long without you. I'm coming."
A/N: There is only going to be two chapters, so if anyone is reading Always Hoping, then I am going to continue, in fact I'm writing Chapter 9 right now. This is just to break it up. I hope you're liking this anyway, review and tell me what you think of either the story or the new Harry Potter film (which, may I add, is amazing, in my opinion).