Hello So this is my first FanFic. I hope you enjoy it. It's for Fred and George for their birthday
April 1, 1997
One year after the Battle of Hogwarts. I can't do this- No. I won't believe it. He must have gone traveling. That must be it. He will come back.
"Hey George! Happy birthday!"
I look up.
"Angelina," I breathe. "How are you? It's been a while, hasn't it?"
"Yeah, how are you?"
"Great!" I say. I was excited, it's not every day you turn twenty.
"What are you up to?"
"Nothing really, I'm waiting" I look up and smiles.
"For?" Angelina sits down next to me.
"Fred, of course!" Angelina tenses up. "He promised we would spend our twentieth birthday together! I'm so excited! I know he's traveling but we've dreamt of this day for so long. I mean we promised when we were seven that we'd spend the whole day together where ever we were we'd meet up and spend it together." I explain
"George. Fre-Fred's not coming back."
I look at Angelina. Her eyes were brimming with tears. "Wh-why not?" My stomach was slowly churning for I knew what was coming, but I refuse to let it get to me. No. It was a lie.
"George. You know why." Angelina said.
"No. No I don't. Why won't you tell me?" I asked.
"George. C'mon. I know you know. Please don't make me say it." Angelina pauses. "George. Fred's dead."
"No." My voice dangerously high, "No he's not. He's just traveling. He's going to come back. He'll have to."He'll have to."
"Georg-"
"No! Everyone has been trying to tell me that, but no. I refuse to believe he's dead. He wouldn't just leave me like that. He wouldn't. That's not like Fred. He wouldn't." I said desperately. I wouldn't believe what Angelina was trying to tell me. Not Angelina too. Everyone was trying to hurt me today. First mum and dad, then Bill- "What is this? A sick April Fool's joke?" My voice was threatening to crack.
"No Geo-"
"Well I've had enough. He's coming back. This is Fred were talking about!" George was trying to convince himself. "Fred's not one to stay away for so long. Fre-Fred knows how much he means to me. He wouldn't be so cruel. Would he?" I look up at Angelina.
"George. You can't live like this forever. You need to move on."
"NO! Don't you dare say I need to move on. What I need is my brother to be here with me. He's not dead. Not dead." I mutter to myself. I try to picture him next to me but instead I see his body being lowered in to his coffin. I remember screaming, begging for anyone –anyone- to stop his coffin from being lowered into the ground. But no one stops him. Why won't anyone stop him? My thoughts flooding my body, refreshing my eyes with a new set of tears.
"Come back Fred."
" Fred I need you."
"Fred, you're the only one who truly understands me."
"I can't live without you."
"Why are you leaving us?"
Memories flood back into my head and I break, into a thousand pieces. Angelina clutches me as we both shake on the ground. Drowning our sorrows and crying our feelings out. Crying for Fred. No one feels the pain we feel. We both loved Fred so much. It doesn't matter that "He'll always be in our hearts" no matter how hard we try to reach him, we'll never get to laugh together, never hug each other, and I'll hear his laugh because He's gone.
Forever.
