NOTE: Again, I apologise for any grammar/spelling mistakes. My personal favourite. Sadly, I don't own anything other than the plot. Thanks for reading
The beginning
"… Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh etched upon his face…"
The sun stung his eyes as a figure opened his curtains. "Mum, what are you doing? Close the curtains!" "Sorry George dear, I thought you were awake…" Molly Weasley closed the curtains before stroking her third eldest soft, red hair… one of her third eldests'. Tears welled before she could stop herself and before she knew it she was crying in earnest on George Weasley's bed. He sat up and put his arm around her heaving shoulders as best as he could. "Oh mum, don't, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout…" "It's not you George," sniffed Mrs Weasley. "It's just… oh, it's nothing, I'm just being silly…" She made to get up but George grabbed her arm. "Mum, what is it?" "Oh George dear, it's just, for a moment I… I thought… I thought you were Fred…" She buried her face in her hands as fresh, muffled sobs engulfed her. "Oh mum, don't, please." "I'm sorry George… tell you what, I'll bring you some breakfast up but do try to eat it this time, you don't want to make yourself ill." She went downstairs to make breakfast.
George buried his head under his pillow. He didn't want to eat. He didn't want to get up. He just wanted to lay there and never wake up again. He couldn't think straight and before he could shake the thoughts of his dead twins face out of his mind, silent tears made their way down his face. He tried to stop, he tried so hard. He didn't want his mother to see him like this; she had enough to deal with. He wiped his face with his bed covers and sat up. "George," called Mrs Weasley up the stairs. "Did you want it brought up or would you rather come down?" "I'll come down, thanks mum!" Every step down the stairs felt like massive leap. Every time his foot hit the floor it felt like a blade stabbing at his heart but he forced himself to go on.
He could hear the murmur of voices, he pushed open the door and the murmuring instantly died away. They all turned to stare at George. "What is this? A freak show? If you want to have cosy little discussions about me then at least have the decency to do it when I'm not around!" "George…" Reasoned Percy Weasley. "Calm down now, no one's-" "Don't tell me to calm down!" Shouted George. "George, stop taking it out on me! This isn't our fault! The whole family is devastated but we're all trying to keep it together for you so stop acting like you're the only one who cares!" "HE WAS MY TWIN! MY OTHER HALF!" Screamed George. "How do you think I feel? I hadn't spoken to him for months and when I do he gets blown up!" "NO! DON'T! DON'T SAY IT!" "We all loved him George…" Sobbed Percy. "We still do…" George and Percy collapsed into each others arms, both crying heavily. "I'm sorry… I just, I just… loved him so much, I miss him Percy… how am I going to cope without him? Part of me has gone and it's never coming back…" "Shh, George, don't do this to yourself… try to concentrate on the good time you had with him, the DA, the pranks, the joke shop, how about-" "I'm not going back to the joke shop." Said George flatly. He hadn't been back to the joke shop since Fred's death. Percy put his head in his hands. "George, if you don't feel ready to go back to the shop then you don't have to." Said Mrs Weasley. George sat at the table and Ginny went up to him, sat on his lap and put her arms around him.
Ginny had become very clingy with her brother, in particular George, perhaps because was scared something similar would happen to them, or she needed something to cling to. She was anxious, obsessive and barely spoke anymore and constantly had to be reassured. It was almost as if she were eleven years old again. "It's ok Gin, don't worry, things will get better. It'll be ok." She only clung harder.