A sweeping darkness. Hot breath on my neck. Someone's hands on my shoulder, holding me up- telling me it will all be ok. Darkness and I'm falling…falling…falling.
My name is George Fabian Weasley and a year ago today, I lost my brother. My twin. My other half. "Fred and George," "George and Fred," "F and G," "The Weasley twins." 'cept now it's just George. "Just George."