This is 'That'. Read Harry Potter 7. Liked it. Wrote this. Contains spoilers.

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Taking it Too Far

George opened the large, hazel doors to the main hall. In front of him, lifeless shells that had once been brave witches and wizards were strewn across the cold, hard floor. He turned his head, nauseated, as he glanced at a young boy throwing himself over a mutilated woman.

" Sis! Sis!" he heard him scream. He watched as Ginny rushed over to one of the many corpses and fell to the ground in shock. He hoped it wasn't Neville she was crying over. The kid had always been in the twin's good books. He headed over to Ginny, and placed a firm hand on her trembling shoulder.

" It's alright, Ginny," he said assuringly. She took her face out of her hands and stared at him, her mouth forming a surprised "o".

" You..." she muttered. " Don't you-? Of all people!"

George gave her a sideways glance. What in the world was his little sister talking about?

" Have you seen Fred?" he asked. Ginny collapsed into sobs. Hermione ran over and scooped her into a hug.

" It's alright Ginny. He's in a better place now," she cooed. Hermione lifted her face, new tears forming in her eyes.

" George, I'm so sorry," she said warily, patting Ginny's back.

Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, and Percy ran across the hall to join Ginny, surrounding the body. Only then did George think to look down.

He took a shaky step back, his jaw dropping. In front of him was himself! No. Not himself. Fred!

Fred's eyes had a hazy look to them, and he stared into nothingness with his lids beginning to pull over his eyes. A grin was placed on his face as if someone had stretched his cheeks until they stayed that way.

George's lip curled upward, his hands on his hips. Fred had never been able to play dead. That was George's forte. The stupid bloke hadn't even thought of putting on a straight face.

" Can't fool me that-!" George was caught off when Hagrid stepped up and patted him on the back.

" 'E was.. a good.. a great boy, 'e was," he sighed, wiping his eyes on a handkerchief and lumbering over to comfort Ron.

" Oi, Fred. You're takin' it too far! And..." he winked, " you should've let me in on it."

Fred didn't stir. George realized how uncomfortable that position must be, especially with his mum leaning on him and crying, " My boy! My baby!" into his ear.

" Really, Fred!" he laughed. Harry stared at him questioningly over Ron's shoulder.

He ignored it and gave Fred's foot a light shove. Nothing happened.

" What, can't let your own brother in on the joke?" he asked. Still nothing. His smile faded. Fred didn't blink.

George dropped to his knees and put his twin's head in his lap, staring hard until he broke and he lowered his head.

" Honestly," he whispered, tears pouring endlessly down his face.. " You git." Fred's eyes almost seemed to stare at him now, seemed to laugh at him, but he was cold and stiff.

" You really took it too far this time."

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