A/N: Here's a drabble about Fred...Percy and George.
I just can't think straight for some of my fics so bear with me
-:xXOXx:-
At the end of Fred's funeral, Percy and George both stayed. A few moments after, Percy disapparated leaving a distraught George. However, when night came Percy came back and cried.
"It should've been me Fred...why? I was the one who left. I LEFT YOU!" he screamed to the endless night.
There was a crack and George appeared. He put his hand on percy's shoulder. "Why did he die? He had his life in front of him. It should've been me! I was the one that could die any time!"
"You know...he always did have trust in you. That you'll come back. When everyone lost their faith, he told me that there will come a day when you would crack a joke. That you would joke before he died. Do you know what we betted it on? A galleon. "Somehow, I wished I never would've took that bet. Because he won, you did crack a joke before he died." George finished. By then tears were streaming on their cheeks.
After a few minutes of silent crying, Percy wiped his tears. "Why are you here?"
"I remembered the bet." George replied. He took out a single galleon in his pocket and placed it on the tomb.
There was a burst of light from the coin and from it, like a patronus, echoed Fred's voice.
"Honestly, brother, you call yourself our brother? Move on."
Percy smiled as George took his wand and stored the piece of memory in a vial.
"Thank you Fred..." Percy trailed off. George apparated first back to the Burrow. Percy turned back again.
"for taking that curse for me."
Until his dying day, Percy never told anyone that it was he that should've died. That Fred could've survived had he not pushed Percy away. Somehow, he knew that deep down Fred wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
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A/N: How was it?