George froze.
It couldn't be true.
No it wasn't true.
The person the Percy and his mum were carrying in.
I couldn't be.
They were carrying him, George.
Well not George, a clone of him.
Or maybe George was a clone of the body.
Who knew?
But George couldn't believe it.
Fred.
He couldn't bring himself to cry, it could be true.
Now when he was sad who would cheer him up?
Who would cheer others up?
He was nothing without Fred.
He needed him.
Fred.
George felt like how he imagined Lupin felt at every full moon.
He was being teared for limb to limb.
It was never going to stop.
Fred.
No.
Fred.
A/N Hope you liked it!
Love,
Amy