Hi, everyone! I'm new to the site, and this is my first story. I would love to continue it if you think it's worth it! Reviews are greatly appreciated, thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.
Rated T for some violence, swearing, and mature themes. Lots of angst!
Pain
He turned his head to the side. A sharp pain shot down his spine. Everything hurt. He raised a shaking hand to his head and realized that he was bleeding. The ground he lay on was grimy and cold.
He stared at the familiar cuts on his left arm. It seemed just days ago that he got those cuts. He knew it had to be more than days. Months? Years?
Where was he?
What happened?
It was dark. Pain radiated through his body. His shirt was ripped and wet with blood. His face bruised. His bones broken.
He turned his head to face the ceiling. Water dripped down, echoing in the dark.
He tried to remember, but he couldn't. He opened his mouth to speak, and pain spread throughout his chest. He closed his mouth.
Remember. Try to remember.
But he still couldn't. He only remembered one thing. One person.
In the cold darkness, George Weasley croaked the one word he had refused to say for nearly a year.
"Fred."