Chapter One

A huge explosion erupted,scattering chunks of a wall everywhere. George Weasley turned around slowly,worried that a member of his family was hurt. He saw a red lock of hair underneath a pile of rubble and got really nervous. He lowered his wand and carefully approached the rubble. He began to shift huge pieces of the wall aside so he could get a better vision of who was underneath. Once he got a better look,he gasped and dropped his wand. It fell to the floor with a clank. Trapped under the pile of stone and concrete was his twin Fred Weasley. George fell to his knees and took Fred in his arms. His brother's shirt was bloody and there were cuts and bruises covering his neck and face. One thing George noticed when he'd grabbed Fred was that his twin was as cold as ice. Panicking,George nervously placed one hand on his twins chest. No heartbeat. Scared,George put two fingers on his brother's wrist. No pulse. Molly and Ginny Weasley ran over to where George was kneeling.

''George,what is it?'' Molly asked her son. George didn't say anything;he was focused on trying to help Fred. Instead,he set Fred down and motioned for Molly to take him.

''He's not breathing. Mum, he's not breathing!'' George said panicking again. Molly gestured for George to calm down and examined Fred for herself. When she realized he had no pulse or a heartbeat,her face fell. She knew it was true. George knew it was true. Even Ginny had gotten the hint. Fred Weasley was dead.

George's POV

I stood there in complete shock. He wasn't dead. He couldn't be dead. He was my twin! He couldn't leave me. I looked at Mum for some reassurance,but the look on her face had told me that it was indeed true. I couldn't hold them back anymore. I'd held them in for too long already. I let the tears spill out of my eyes and trickle down my cheeks. I stared at Fred's lifeless body in disbelief. Fred I swear,if you're pranking me,it's not funny! But he wasn't pranking me. He wouldn't be pranking anyone anymore. Mum stood up and proceded to hug me.

''George...'' I didn't want to be hugged right now though. I shoved her arms away and ran off,not looking back at her,not looking back at Ginny,and also not looking back at Fred.

It had been a week since Fred's death. George had locked himself in their bedroom a week before and hadn't come out since. Molly would try to get him to eat but George just wasn't having it. He was broken inside. The last conversation the twins had before the battle replayed over and over in his head.

''You okay, Freddie?'' George had asked his twin,knowing that they were both equally nervous and scared as the other.

''Yeah.'' Fred had replied,staring off to somewhere else in the room.

''Me,too.'' George had said. George let the tears fall onto the sheets of his bed. He'd lost his other half. He'd never be whole again. Sniffling,he stood up and walked to the built-in bathroom in the twin's bedroom. He looked in the mirror and gasped. He was staring at an alive Fred. A Fred with the same red mop of hair. A Fred with the same clothing. A Fred with the same facial expression:shock. It was just his reflection! George slid to the floor. He couldn't even look in the bloody mirror without seeing his twin! It tore him apart inside. They were identical,of course he'd see Fred whenever he looked in the mirror! He hated it. Harry,Ron,Hermione and Ginny had now entered his room and were staring at him sadly. Ron walked forward.

''George?'' George looked up at his younger brother with tear-stains forming on his face.

''Are you okay?'' Ron asked,sitting down next to his brother on the bathroom tile.

''He's everywhere! In my dreams,in my thoughts,in my reflection,everywhere!'' George managed to choke out before letting more emotion take over him. Ron looked at him sadly for a moment.

''George,Mum sent us up here to tell you that dinner's ready.'' Ginny said from the doorway of the bathroom. George shook his head.

''I'm not hungry.'' Hermione looked at him.

''George,starving yourself isn't good for you. You need to eat.'' She said. George again shook his head.

''I'll be fine.'' He assured. Ron spoke next.

''No. George,Hermione's right. Starving yourself isn't going to bring him back or reduce the pain you're feeling.'' Ron looked back at his friends and sister.

''We're all really worried about you,George.'' Harry stepped inside the bathroom and picked up something silver from the sink.

''George,what is this?'' Harry held out his palm. There was a small blade with stained blood sitting there. George suddenly looked uncomfortable.

''It's a blade from a razor.'' He said softly. Harry looked at George worriedly.

''And what is this substance that's stained on it?'' George shifted.

''Blood.'' He said even more quietly.

''Whose blood?'' Harry questioned. George frowned and hung his head.

''My blood.'' Hermione's eyes widened. It was Ginny's turn to step inside. She kneeled in front of George.

''George,why? Why would you do it?'' She asked. More tears left his eyelids.

''Ever since the battle,he's all I see and hear. I see him in my reflection. I hear him in my voice when I talk. I can't stand living without him. Just let me end it!'' He tried grabbing the blade from Harry but Harry pulled away.

''George,suicide is not the answer! Fred would've wanted you alive! He wouldn't have wanted you to kill yourself! Don't do it!'' Ginny cried. George was now sobbing into Ron's sweater.

''I cant- I can't-'' Hermione hugged him from his other side.

''You can. George, I know he was your twin. Your other half. I know. But it will heal. We'll all heal together.'' Ron said. George continued sobbing into his sweater,wondering if it was still even worth it. Was life worth living when your twin wasn't in your life anymore? George sniffled.

''We'll bring your dinner up here, George. Please, just eat and keep yourself alive.'' Ginny said. The four left the room. George sighed and sat on his bed,burying his head in his hands.