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Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Author's Note: I've had this idea ever since I finished reading Deathly Hallows—so Spoilers for it. I got it and read it finishing it on July 21. But I was in the middle of other things, so I'm finally able to get to it. Hope you…well not sure if enjoy is the right word.

The Aftermath

Angelina walked into her flat. Everything was how she had left it when she took off to help in the war. She walked past everything and went into her bedroom. After curling up on her bed she did something that she didn't do very often, she cried. The war had been awful; many people had died, but the one death that really affecting her was the death of her loved one…Fred. Why did he have to die? Wasn't it bad enough all the things that had happened to the Weasleys and now Fred was gone.

She remembered walking into the Great Hall with all the bodies lying, lifeless, people mourning them. She saw Colin Creevey, which made her sad remembering when he had his camera at their Quidditch practice and Oliver freaked out about it. She saw Lupin, whose class was always good. Then she looked over and saw the Weasleys, they were all surrounding a body. Quickly she took count to figure out which one had died, she saw one of the twins at the head of the body and she realized it was George. He was in complete anguish which tore her heart out and then she realized why as she moved in closer…Fred was the one who they were mourning.

At that moment she felt her heart go into her throat and would have fallen had Alicia and Katie not been there for her. They wanted to bring her over there, but she didn't want to interrupt, and they didn't know so there was no reason to pressure her to go over there. So they brought her to one of the tables at the side and they sat there. Everything else passed so quickly. Soon she found everyone taking the bodies of their loved ones and leaving. That was when she took her cue and took off before anyone could try talking with her.

She hadn't felt a pain like this…ever. What would life be without Fred? George must be dying inside. They did almost everything together. She lay there until tiredness finally claimed her and brought her into a fitful sleep.

George sat staring at one of his and Fred's unfinished project. They had laid it down with Fred promising to explain what he had meant when they got back. And here George was back, without his brother. At times it didn't even feel like George was really there, he felt out of touch with everything. He couldn't remember if he had even eaten breakfast. He knew that Fred would want him to go on with his life, but it was so hard. Besides if Fred were here…but that meant George wouldn't be and then they'd still be apart.

Fred's funeral was tomorrow, he wasn't sure he'd be able to make it through, but he knew he had to. He went into Fred's room and sat on the bed and began to think about what it was that he wanted to say. He soon found himself thinking about that day again.

George had walked in triumphant of what had happened. When he and Fred got separated he knew it wasn't a big deal, he would see his twin again; besides he had to tell Fred about what happened to one of the deatheaters. He began looking around but didn't see Fred walking about. He started to wonder if Fred had made it back yet but he quickly dismissed that idea from his head.

He finally saw some of his family. As he began to walk over they turned to him with saddened looks. Something had happened to one of them. Quickly he counted everyone and then he looked behind Charlie and saw his brother on the floor. George never could remember feeling that empty feeling he had felt at that moment, which still hadn't gone away.

He quickly made it over there and went by Fred's head putting it in his lap seeing a smile on his face. Of course Fred would be smiling when it happened. It wasn't until a little while later that George heard how Fred had died. Percy and Ron had been there, as well as Hermione and Harry. But at least someone had been there. Percy explained what happened and as sad as it was George couldn't help but grin a little in thinking that Fred got to hear Percy joke before he died, something that both thought would never happen.

George continued in his thoughts until he fell into a deep sleep.