Who is Fred, Who am I?

Greetings! This is my second HP fic about the same thing as my first. The death of Fred. BUT, it's is different. I don't even know how to describe this story, one-shot, poem thing. It just came to me all of a sudden. Please read and enjoy it for whatever it's worth.

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Disclaimer: It's not supposed to make sense.

Summary: George ponders. Fred is dead. Who is he and who is his brother? One-shot, angsty, sort of.

Who is Fred, Who am I?

Fred is dead,

Dead is Fred

Fred equals Dead?

Is dead a person?

Then Fred is no longer Fred, but dead?

Who is dead?

Fred?

Perhaps not

Where is Fred?

Is Fred where?

Just like he is dead

If Fred equals Dead, does dead equal where?

So where is Dead?

And Fred is where?

Gone

Fred is Gone

Gone is Fred

Is Fred gone as well as dead and where?

Why is Fred gone?

Fred gone,

A new name?

Why is Fred gone, dead and where?

Why?

Structured thoughts

Misplaced emotions

Trips and fantasies

All in one place

Fred

Who is Fred?

Fred is who?

A name, a shortened name

A feeling?

A being?

Just what is Fred?

Who is Fred?

Why is Fred?

If Fred is dead, gone, where, why, who and a being,

Who am I?

Owari

Ok, so this is what I came up with while just thinking random sentences and looking at some pictures on deviant art. Scary what the mind can do at times. To be honest, I like this little piece of work. It certainly is different for lack of a better word. Please let me know what you think.

Have a nice weekend and I hope you're not freezing wherever you may be.

Op