Summary: After the death of Fred, follow the deeply saddened George as he attempts to make his way through his life without his other half, without anyone to finish his sentences and at his attempts to carry on a normal life. Genre: Family, Friendship/Hurt, Comfort/ Tragedy.
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George looked into the room he once shared with his other-half, his lost half. He took a deep breath before stepping forward into the green wallpapered room and was hit by a scent, a mixture of things, one of them being Fred's essence. He looked around the room; it was messy as always, Molly had given up on cleaning their room a few years ago and being them they never cleaned it. He cast his eyes upon the faded blue carpet, not much was seen of it as most of the space on the floor was taken up by puking pasties wrappers, Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans cases, and other rubbish of the sort. It was terribly messy, such that he could have sworn he saw a Chocolate Frog jumping around somewhere. Diagrams of new inventions for their shop were also splattered all over the room, and in the middle of the room was a pile of clothes long overdue for a wash, though this didn't catch his attention, what did was the top lying on the bed in the right side of the room. It looked as though someone had simply thrown dozens of paint brushes at it, and in black ink it said: 'Honestly, we really aren't twins!' with an arrow pointing to its left. Tears pooled George's eyes as he went back on all of the memories that this room held, from the crooked posters on the walls, to the pranks invented in this very room.
George slammed his door shut, and made his way across the hall to the bathroom, first making sure no one else was there and looked into the mirror, instantly regretting it. He smiled at the reflection, almost trying to convince himself it was Fred, sometimes he'd have conversations with it, pretending to himself it actually was Fred he was speaking to. Though he knew it wasn't, which was what made him hate his reflection, it reminded him of Fred too much, and he knew everyone felt the same way but they wouldn't say anything. "Why did you have to die, you arsehole" George whispered into the mirror before running back into his bedroom, glancing at his door which bore the words 'Gred and Forge' he ran into his room and stumbled over to his bed. He curled up into a ball and cried for all he was worth, cried for Fred. He knew Fred wouldn't approve of this if he was here, he'd give him a kick up the arse and tell him to "Get up and pull some pranks, you great sod!" But that was the thing, Fred wasn't here.
A few hours of intense crying followed, until George gradually got up from his bed, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand and making his way through the door, his head downcast so as not to see anything else which would result in him crying. He made his way downstairs; everyone seemed to be chatting, trying to forget the events of the war. Hermione and Harry joined the Weasley family long ago so it was no surprise as to why they were there; they were now basically part of their family. All chatter came to a halt when George entered the room, they all knew what he was going through, they gave him a pitying smile, too afraid to approach him. Time froze around them until Molly stepped forward
"Rightie then, what do you want for breakfast? Toast? Waffles? How about some pancakes? I know they're your favourite Fred –" Molly's eyes widened as she realised what she just said, the Weasley family onlooked intently to see George's reaction, worry etched in their features. The tension in the room was so thick you could slice it with a knife, George gave a teary-eyed grin and said, slightly shakily "Honestly Woman, you call yourself our mother?" Molly let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, smiling she took her son into her arms. "I'm so proud of you" she whispered into his ear as everyone chucked their cutlery and came up to join the hug.
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~PrimusL