Author's Notes: This is a Fred and George One Shot based during the Wizarding War when George finds out he's lost his brother.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it belongs to the amazing J.K Rowling!
My ears were ringing and I finally forced my eyes open, attempting to ignore the dull pain travelling around my body.
I hoisted myself up, wincing slightly as my legs felt as if they were on fire. My vision was slightly blurred, yet I managed to interpret the scene in front of me.
"NO, NO, NO!" someone was shouting. "NO, FRED, NO!" I felt my heart drop as I scrambled to my feet, biting my lip so hard, causing my teeth to puncture it.
I hobbled over in the direction of my brothers to see Ron kneeled on the floor, and Percy shaking Fred. No. This can't be happening.
I inhaled sharply, informing Percy and Ron of my presence. Percy began to speak to me, yet the words simply didn't register as I peered at the sight of my twin, the ghost of his last laugh etched upon his face.
I saw the cold, lifeless body just lying there at my feet. Tears which I didn't even notice had formed began to stream down my cheeks as Mum started to wail.
The disbelief and anguish lit up her face as she sunk down beside Fred, brushing her fingers through his hair. Dad was behind, rubbing circles upon her back, trying to keep strong, yet the tears in his eyes were apparent.
Ginny was white and silent, just staring without any emotion as Hermione tried to comfort her. I couldn't bring myself to speak, the words were clammed up in my throat. A thorn within roses. It was as if it hadn't registered. I had just lost half of myself.
I longed to slide to the ground and scream his name forever, yet his smiling face is fresh in my mind.
"Are you alright, Freddie?" I asked, peering over in the direction of my brother as we peered down at the on-going battle below us.
"Yeah," he replied with a confident nod.
I grinned, nudging him playfully with my elbow. "Me too!"
I felt my legs give way, so that I may rest beside him, my living mirror no longer.
"I don't like this prank, Fred." I sobbed, my voice breaking. "Please wake up!" My voice was little above a whisper as I sobbed into his chest.
Tears mist over my eyes as I hold him. It was as if it were just me and him, no one else. The on-going war was at the back of the mind as I mourned the permanent hole within the Weasley Family, the hole that can ever be filled.
Not for me, not ever.
My life has been Ripped Apart.