Only One
SPOILER WARNING: Please read HP7 before you read this. It is my special tribute to Fred Weasley. Rest In Peace. : ) P.S. The italicized words are lyrics from "I Miss You" by Miley Cyrus. I don't own either one.
George Weasley stared up into the midnight sky. The stars were twinkling at him, and they sent shivers down his spine. He had known a certain person whose smile sparkled at him that exact same way.
I miss you
I miss your smile
He reached up and felt the gaping hole where his ear had been. He smiled at the memory of Fred laughing at his feeble joke when the incident had occurred.
And I still shed a tear
Every once in a while
A lump in his pocket banged against his leg and he pulled the object inside of it. In his hand was a sticky sweet, a Puking Pastille. Of course. He and Fred had used them to mess up the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts to slow down the Death Eaters. It had worked until…
The remaining twin sighed and put the piece of candy back inside his pocket. He was thinking about the shop on Diagon Alley. What am I going to do now? he thought sadly. I could keep it open but…it just wouldn't be the same.
George walked across the grounds, avoiding strewn bodies and forgotten wands. The ground was slippery with blood, and he shuddered to think about what happened. He threw open the front doors, remembering the first time that he had ever been through them.
And even though it's different now
You're still here somehow
The two twins had walked through the doors together, a bit afraid but so eager. Percy, Bill, and Charlie had done it before, and they were excited to join them. As they glanced around at the massive room, they were shuffled toward the three-legged stool where the Sorting Hat rested upon.
The two twins were the very last ones to be called. Fred was first, and George remembered giving him an encouraging push towards the stool. The hat had shouted "GRYFFINDOR!" and George couldn't help but feel proud. At last, he tried the hat on and quickly scurried to the table to join his brother.
My heart won't let you go
And I need you to know
The nineteen-year-old George remembered the feeling of emptiness as Fred had left him, even for a moment. He couldn't help but feel the same way now, and a small tear welled up in his eye and fell down his cheek. He wandered through the deserted halls and up to Gryffindor Tower, alone.
His heart pounded as he approached the Fat Lady. Apparently, she had heard about the continuous fighting going on, and was sobbing uncontrollably. She didn't even ask for the password, but swung forward, admitting the lonely teen into the common room.
George gazed around at the warm and comforting surroundings. It had been a few years since he had last been in there, and he climbed the staircase, pausing at the large window. He peered outside, thinking of the time when he and his brother had bewitched snowballs to bounce off of Quirrel's turban. It seemed like so long ago.
He noticed the rain beginning to fall outside. It seemed like the sky was crying, and yet George suddenly felt strong. He felt as though Fred were still there, this time giving him a push of encouragement. He smiled, and knew that Fred was still with him, inside his heart.
"You waited for me, Fred." he said to nobody in particular. "And now you will again."
He took one last glance out the window and sighed. It may have been his imagination, but he thought he could hear Fred's voice again:
"I'll always be with you."
I miss you, sha la la la la
I miss you
Well, there you go. I nearly cried as I finished typing this, but this is my tribute to Fred Weasley. I miss all of them already!! Yes, I know, that's quite lame. But that's who I am.
xoxo Chelsea