AN- I hope you enjoy. I still aren't very sure about how effectively it works so I would really appreciate all reviews. Please please review.
DISCLAIMER: If I owned Harry Potter I wouldn't have to be writing this because Fred would never have died. Jk owns all, although she is responsible for the death of the brilliant Fred Weasley. I still can't quite forgive her for that.
Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we are still
Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well.
"The sun is shining Fred. That's you, isn't it? You're telling me you're still here. I know, Fred, I miss you too. Everyone's arrived now. There's a huge turnout. I didn't know you had so many friends. It's kinda funny, I always thought I was the popular twin. Angelina's here, by the way. I guess you were right. She must've been into you, I can't believe I never seen it before. She was crying, she seems to miss you a lot. Its nearly time. Not long now, Freddie. Mum made your favourite breakfast today. Fry up with extra mushrooms. I ate your share of the mushrooms, I hope that's okay. I thought it would be, we always did share everything. That's it starting. I hope you enjoy."
George joined the large congregation of people on the lawn. It was an unusually warm day for early May. The sun was large and high in the sky. It seemed to sparkle. Something about it reminded George of the way his twin's eyes would twinkle as he came up with a brilliant plan to spread the Weasley branch of humour. It was one of the very few ways you could tell them apart.
George was at the front, with his family, or most of it. To George his family was now too small. It wasn't right when there was a member missing. George was going to have to get used to it. There was always going to be somebody missing.
George looked up to the platform that was positioned in front of the large assembly. A single white coffin lay on top. It didn't look right. Everything in George's life had come as pairs. First of all, him and his twin. Then, birthday presents, clothes, books and Hogwarts acceptance letters. Now there was a single casket in which lay a single red haired and freckled body.
George had never been alone. Even in the womb he'd had company. George and Fred had done everything together. Grown up, got their first wands, started school, started a business. They even had their first detention together. It Didn't seem fair to let Fred do this alone.
After the ceremony George was the first to climb onto the platform. He knelt down beside the coffin.
"Goodbye, Fred."
George couldn't look at him for too long. It hurt too much. George was frightened. For his twin, but also for himself. Fred was going on by himself. To somewhere new and unknown. George wasn't sure if Fred would be ok. George didn't know if he was going to be ok. Didn't know what he was going to do know that it was just him. But the thing that scared George the most. The think that scared him the most, that shook him to the very core was forgetting. Forgetting his expressions, the jokes that he made. Forgetting the pranks they played together, the birthdays they shared. Forgetting him. George was scared that one day he would wake up and be unable to recall that Fred loved his hot chocolate cold or that he didn't like the pips in orange juice. That he would've have forgotten everything except that he once had a brother named Fred, whom he loved very much.
"Is it nice? I hope it's nice, wherever you are. Were you scared? I would've been. Can you see me, Fred? Can you hear me? I miss you. I miss you so much. It hurts. Do you know that? It physically hurts. I feel like someone has ripped me in half. Taken half of me away. I guess that is what happened when you. . . When you left. I can't be whole without you. You, well, complete me. Oh god! That sounded gay, didn't it? I should stop with the whole mushy love thing before you have to come back down here and kick me up the ass, to toughen me up. It's weird, being in the room on my own. It's too quite without your breathing and, god awful, snoring. I guess I'm going to have to try and sleep. It's not going to be easy. I still see you every time I shut my eyes.
Night, Freddie. Sleep tight."