Losing
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters.
A.N - I have not stopped crying since 10 o' clock last night when I finished the book.
Losing his ear was nothing. Painful, bloody and, well, odd. But it was nothing.
Losing the twin, his brother, his best friend in the whole world, the twin who used to whisper in that ear was everything. It wasn't even painful, unless the dull ache in his head and the burning in his eyes from trying so hard in vain to hold back the tears counted.
It wasn't pain, because pain…pain couldn't even begin to describe how he felt. He felt like someone was kicking him over and over in the stomach. He felt like the kicks weren't hurting as much as they should, because he was completely empty.
He didn't even realize how empty it was because it felt so heavy.
Fred was more to him than a brother. Fred was so much more than a friend, a brother or a son.
Fred was his other half. Fred was everything - not even lovers could come as close as the two were.
Fred always finished his sentences, always playfully jumped him. If the two weren't talking with their mouths, they'd send each other signals. Most times, they wouldn't have to; they'd just look at each other and grin.
George not only missed that, and not only did he miss the arm that was usually wrapped round his waist or slung round his shoulders in that fond way.
He missed that every night, as they climbed into bed, they'd face each other. Even when they went to Hogwarts, they would lie there, say their goodnights and pull the drapes across - but never all the way, always a gape so they could see each other.
He missed the presence that his brother provided - the feeling that he never really noticed, that assured him Fred was always there. The feeling…that never really was missed or noticed until Fred's death.
Death…Fred…it just seemed so unnatural. The most alive person that everyone knew, his name couldn't possibly belong in the same sentence with the word dead.
Especially not with 'is' in between them…
People kept reassuring George, with the most ridiculous phrases;
'It was his time.'
'He died peacefully'
'It was just God's plan'
His time? Peacefully? Plan?
Plans…he and Fred had so many. New tricks, new experiments, shop ideas. So, so many. Much more than any God could possibly have.
This loss…it convinced him entirely that there was no such thing, no such plan.
Why?
Because no God could be this cruel…
R.I.P
Fred Weasley
Master of Pranks
Much Loved & Missed Son, Brother, and Twin
"Give Her Hell From Us, Peeves!"