AN: Please take into account that this is my first time attempting fan fiction of any kind. I normally write stories set within my own world inside my head, I've tried to keep this as realistic as I possibly can and I hope I've done the situation justice. This is without a doubt nowhere near the best thing I have ever written but it was stuck in my head and I just needed to get it down on paper.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The world of Harry Potter and everything within it belongs to JK Rowling.
Today, Brother.
Jokes, pranks and laughter all seem insignificant today, brother. The essence of my life - your life - our life seems to mean absolutely nothing to me today, brother. The weather reflects the emotions today, brother. It's cold, unsettled and bleak today, brother. My blood is frozen today, brother. My body feels weak today, brother. People offered me their shoulders today, brother. It used to be us that would offer shoulders to the sad but not today, brother. Sad doesn't even begin to cover the feelings of today, yesterday and tomorrow, brother. You looked like you were sleeping today, brother. You weren't sleeping today, brother. Why did it have to be you today, brother? Why could it not be me today, brother? Dad cried today, brother. I don't think I have ever seen dad cry but he did today, brother. Mum cried today, brother. Bill cried today, brother. Charlie, Percy, Ron and Ginbug all cried today, brother. I died inside today, brother.
We buried you today, brother.