Major spoilers for Deathly Hallows. George reflects on his the death of his friends, but most of all, the death of his brother.

I cried when Fred died. I slept, got up, wrote this, and cried some more. Fred was -IS- my favorite twin... Major spoilers for the 7th book, der.


Dead.

Such a powerful word, dead. Along it sits death, dying, and died.

Dying.

Death.

Dead.

Died.

Harry Potter had died. We had seen his lifeless body being carried by Hagrid. But he isn't really dead, thank goodness. I'm not sure we would've made it if Harry hadn't come back.

Alister 'Mad-Eye' Moody is dead, that is for certain. He had fallen after being hit with a spell. No on could survive that.

Lupin is dead, fighting alongside Tonks, who had refused to sit back and play the yielding damsel.

Remus Lupin, the last of the Marauders, is dead.

Nymphadora Tonks, who had just given birth to Teddy Lupin, is dead.

Dobby, the poor house-Elf, is dead. He died helping Harry and the others, bless him. He died a free Elf.

Serverus Snape is dead, and I don't mind that. But Harry told us of the REAL Snape, and now I can't help but feel a twinge of sadness.

And now I sit here, looking at the lifeless corpse of my brother.

Fred Weasley, my twin brother and best friend, is dead.

We've lost so much. So many deaths, so many lives lost and never able to come back.

I'm crying. Percy has a hallowed look in his eyes, and tears are falling from his face. God, Percy. Percy, the Prefect who had always spoiled our pranks and fun. Then he had left, broken the family's hearts. And today, he amended his mistake. Came back, begging for forgiveness, and we gave it to him.

We were a family, a full family, for that short time. Ron, Ginny, Mum, Dad, Fred and I, Charlie, Bill, and Percy. All of us fighting for the greater good, to stop Voldemort.

And then he died. Just as the family was back together, my twin brother had to die. It hurts so much. We're all crying, clutching at his body for the slight hope that he would open his eyes, crack a grin, and say a joke that would have us in stitches.

But he doesn't open his eyes.

Because Fred Weasley, my brother, is dead.

And with him, some of the greatest people I have ever had the pleasure to know, follow.

Death is a part of life.

But it doesn't mean I have to like it, nor agree with it.

I want my brother back.

I close my eyes, tears still falling. I see Fred and myself, laughing together. Brothers.

"He'll be back." says a little voice inside my mind.

"No, he won't." I reply, and my heart takes another blow as I admit my brother is dead. The half that completes my soul, the half of me that was always there. The idea half, the half that knew all the inside jokes, the next part of the sentence. that half is gone.

I'll never be whole again. I'll never be with Fred again, the two of us alive.

"I'll always be with you brother." Fred's voice whispers softly.


Long live the Weasley twins, Gred and Forge.

RIP

Fred Weasley

A Brother.

A Son.

A Prankster.

A Twin.


I have been up for nearly 24 hours. I waited for a total of 5 hours to get the 7th Harry Potter book. From 8-ish PM to nearly 1 AM. And me, being me, refused to sleep until I had finished reading it. All of assumptions were right concerning Snape, however I have spent most of time crying while I was reading the books. I did NOT like who she killed off at ALL. And I liked Snape, I knew he was good all alone. Not to say that it wasn't good, but the deaths really took a toll on me. Many of the characters whom I hold an emotional attachment to are dead. I am still crying. I finished the 7th book at exactly 6:45 AM, and I started it at about 1:00AM. And I've been up since 9:00AM yesterday. Still crying and mourning, IF