A short story on my take of George's reaction after the events of The Deathly Hallows
How was this justice?
Everyone is celebrating. There are fireworks still going off, and it's already been two months since that day He-Who-Must...VOLDEMORT. I can say his name. It's because I lost the most important thing to me that I can finally say it, if not out of spite for him.
It's been two whole months since Voldemort was killed. Two whole months since he's been gone. Not Voldemort. I don't care anymore.
Since Fred's been gone.
Maybe this was meant to show me what Harry had to go through. How people expected him to be prideful, but the only reason he survived was because he lost his parents. And we expected him to be the hero. Every time I see someone cheer about Voldemort being gone, it takes every ounce of me not to grab them by the collar and demand to know why they hadn't been there. Why they hadn't been fighting as well, yet they had the right to be happy over his demise. They didn't help, they never contributed.
Everyone expected me to still be George. What they don't get is, I never was George. I was Fred, too. We were each other. There was no actual end. Without him, it's as if I've lost more than an ear. It's almost as if I've been ripped in two, down to my mind, heart, and soul. Not that I let Mum worry about this. I've even managed to make her laugh again.
There are times when they forget, like I wish I could, and they call me Fred. They are so quick to apologize, but every time I ask them why. I tell them that I am Fred. I know they think I've gone crazy, but I can't deny the fact that he is in me.
Inventions haven't been coming out right. I try and think of things, but they always seem to be missing what they used to have. Once could say that Fred and I created them together, and each of us added something to make it whole. Without his own muse, I was at a loss. The ideas were the same, but I just can't seem to hit that one spark. I have only managed to complete one new one, and that was the last one Fred and I had been completing.
How can they expect me to forget all of what we built? They act as though I should be in my room, doing nothing but crying. But I can't. Fred, I am you, and you took part of me with you...and I know that part is keeping company of you while you wait for me.
Really short, I know, but I'm still just so horrified over what happened inside the book, it's making me sick. Written in 5 minutes, so not my best but I had to get it out.