A/N: I wrote this one shot on a whim, so I'm sorry if it's too short for you. The idea sure had occupied my head for a while. I'm just glad to finally put it in writing.
The Remaining Half
There were many fond memories shared in the Great Hall at Hogwarts, and this wasn't one of them.
His eyes were now closed, never to be opened again.
His last smile was still there, blissful yet hauntingly unmoving.
He looked as if he was sleeping, but everyone knew better. His chest wasn't rising and falling, pointing out an obvious fact that no one wanted to hear yet simply couldn't ignore.
His twin sat by his side, gazing into Fred's face intently through tearful eyes. George knew it was useless, but he couldn't stop himself from expecting Fred to open his own eyes at any moment, yelling out, "Sorry folks, I was just kidding!"
Their mum would encase him in a bone-crushing hug, hit him in the head after that, and then proceed to give him a massive (not to mention loud) lecture about giving their family a heart attack on times like these. George would laugh at the problem Fred had gotten himself into, put his arm around his twin's shoulder, and they would both walk away happily because it was all going to be alright once again. But it wasn't.
Fred was gone, and he was never coming back.
"Couldn't keep his attention on the Death Eaters, could he? No, he'd rather make everybody laugh, even during a bloody war," Angelina Johnson, caked with blood and mud, said out of nowhere. Surprised, George looked up to meet her steady gaze. She forced a smile in his direction, but little by little it began to waver. Unable to contain her emotions any longer, Angelina broke into tears.
Watching others mourning his twin made the feeling even more real, that his untimely death wasn't just a figment of his imagination. So George held the crying young woman in his arms and rested his head on hers, because he didn't think he would ever survive seeing more tears being shed for Fred. To be honest, he was tired of crying himself.
"George, I'm so sorry. It must be hard to lose him," Angelina said.
"It is," he said, his voice cracking. For George, though, it was more than hard; it was agonizing.
To lose someone you had spent the length of your life with together, doing more pranks than you'd care to admit, knowing them so well that you might as well be that person's walking biography, felt like having your heart ripped apart.
Now, there was no Fred and George, or Gred and Forge for that matter. There was only one George without an identical brother living alongside him whatsoever. Maybe one day he could fondly remember the days when they were both alive and happy, but right now, their memories would remain tainted with the departure of one half.
As for the remaining half, any chance of fully recovering was unlikely.
There were many fond memories shared in the Great Hall at Hogwarts, and this wasn't one of them.
A/N: Review and let me know what you think of it, yes?