This is my take on George finding out Fred has died. I'd say enjoy, but it's Fred's death, so you know.


People are staring at me.

They are crouched around bodies, weeping into each other's arms, but as soon as I pass them they look up and watch me.

As I walk through the Entrance Hall, I feel a hundred eyes burning into me.

And I don't know why.

I head towards the Great Hall doors, and the small bunch of students huddled together spot my approaching figure and instantly part. My mind is filled with confusion as I push the doors open, and the sight I am met with is horrific. Hundreds of bodies, all lined up next to one another. Some have many people surrounding them, others have none at all. I am searching the rows, afraid of whose faces I might see, when my eyes land on a group of red headed people grouped around someone who I can't yet see.

An ice-cold sensation creeps up my back. Who is it? Who is it?

I begin to run, down to the huddle that is my family. I feel more eyes on my back as I hurry towards the body. I'm praying it isn't Ginny, who was so precious to all of us, when I see her long hair and tear stained face. Next to her is a sobbing Percy, and Bill has his arm around him. Mum and Dad are knelt on the floor, shaking. The only people I can't spot are Charlie, Fred and Ron. I run up, push them all apart, and see two of my missing people. Charlie is clutching Fred's hand, his already ruddy face swollen with tears, and Fred is lying on the floor. He isn't moving.

My heart stops.

The world goes silent.

I can't even hear my own scream.

I distantly feel the stone floor hit my knees, and I realise my legs must have given way. Someone's pulling on my shoulder, but I can barely feel it. The only thing that's clear to me at the moment are the bright blue eyes shining through the haze that has somehow settled over everything.

He's smiling.

Of course he is.

He's smiling a smile that will never again grace my face. Because a world without Fred is empty, hollow, lost.

I could have been knelt there for hours when I hear the footsteps of Ron and Hermione approach. I should be relieved, now I know the rest of my family is safe. But there's no room for relief, not even room for grief. No room for anything but a cold, broken sensation that threatens to pull me under the same dark cloak that has ripped Fred away from me. And why shouldn't it? Why shouldn't I be able to end this agonising nothingness? Why shouldn't I be able to follow my twin here, when I followed him everywhere else?

I know why, of course. Because if I so much as tried to, he'd kill me.

Oh, the irony.

I can picture it now, the expression on his face if he found out I'd tried to end it all over something as ridiculous as his death. He'd never forgive me.

Just like I can never forgive him for leaving me.

I should have been there. I should have died with him, or better still, instead of him.

But I didn't.

Fred was a light in the dark that is the world, and without him, there is nothing to stop that darkness enveloping everything. Enveloping me.

Because there is no me without him.


Fred has always been my favourite character in Harry Potter (well, second, maybe. Ron does always come first) and I have personally never forgiven J.K. Rowling for killing him like that. So I decided to write this from George's point of view, because the book and the film never show him finding out and I've always wanted to know how he reacted. Thanks for reading this, and please review! :)

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