A/N: Just a one-shot that popped into my head. This one's extremely near to my heart.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. All characters belong to JK Rowling.
Remus found George cowering against a dark wall in the room; the dead body of Fred sprawled in front of him.
Immediately acting, he jumped in front of him and turned the boggart into a full moon which turned in a puff of cloud as he cast the spell.
He turned to the Weasley, only to find him leaving the room.
He caught him later in the night, sitting in front of the fireplace in the library. He thought it was the right time to talk to him, and so he went in.
"George?"
"How did you know it was me, Professor?"
"Oh I just knew. And I'm no more your professor, George. You can stop calling me that."
He just nodded his head.
"So, would you like to talk about what happened earlier?"
"I don't know what is happening, Remus. I've never been this weak, but these days all I seem to do is fear and nothing else. I've become so useless. But I just can't seem to shake the fear from my mind that something might happen to Fred in the middle of all this.
There's a war about to begin, and we both will fight. I can't stop him from fighting, but I just cannot get it out of my head that he might not be able to make it."
"George, you aren't weak. Worrying for your twin doesn't make you weak. If anything, I've never seen a person stay so strong after seeing someone so close to them perish in front of their eyes, even if it was just a figment of their imagination. And it's not a foolish thing to do. Everyone worries about the people they love, especially in a time like this. I know what it feels like."
There was a moment of silence before George asked.
"Was it the same for you before? When Vold-,You-Know-Who was just rising to power?"
"Yes. I went through the exact same plethora of emotions that you are going through. And yes, I understand that Fred being your twin, the emotions are too intense, but they were no less than brothers to me, George."
George nodded, and there was silence again.
George was glad he found someone to share his feelings with.
Remus was glad he could help George sort his feelings out.
They both related to each other, bound together by the losses they feared they would face at the other side of this war.
Today, months later, George was again faced with the dead body of his twin. But this time, it was not a boggart.
It was the reality of the circumstance, and George couldn't help but think how his boggart had turned out to be true.
Even worse, his confidante, the one person who could share his pain was also no more.
He was shattered beyond repair that day, having lost two most integral pieces of his soul.
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