Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or friends; If only I could be so lucky.
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Have you ever had that sinking feeling in your gut? The one that tells you something bad's going to happen and there's nothing you can do to stop it. The kick in the gut and you know. Well I was staring that beautiful beast in the face, and she wasn't going away. I knew that I had to find Fred and find him soon. The unmistakable terror was rising fast and my breathing was becoming harder and faster. Where was he? I ran through corridor after corridor throwing jinxes at whoever came my way. Curses and profanities spilled from my lips without a second thought, the only thing I cared about was finding my brother. "Are you joking Perce?" I heard his glorious voice just as I spotted him, red hair everywhere, fighting along side Percy and joking. His face was lit up in a euphoric grin. For a second I forgot the panic and I couldn't help but smile, knowing that my face matched his perfectly, but then it sank in again and I moved toward them a warning leaving lips that longed for his. I caught his eye and saw that he felt it too. The terror, the knowledge that someone was going to die tonight. As I rushed to his side I knew. The unspoken curse hit him square in the chest and he fell, the smile still etched on his face.
I couldn't breath, couldn't move, couldn't feel. This wasn't happening. We had done everything together. From our first steps to our first kiss. There was no way God could be so cruel. We had planned it, one night wrapped in each others arms. We were going to live together, grow old together, die together. But there he was, lifeless and I, brotherless. Percy wrapped his arms around him and shouted. Ron tried to run after the man who did it. And still I stood there, unable to move. I watched from the shadows as my parents ran by, mom crying, dad blank faced. How could I face the world? There was no George without Fred, we were one person, one entity, one soul.
We won the war. Harry saved the day as usual and, still, I could not rejoice. I know my parents worried and my siblings waited for a sign that I was okay, but they were sadly let down. Days after Fred's burial I left. I couldn't stand to be in the house where we grew up any longer. I sold the shop and left London, trying to leave everything that reminded me of him behind. Soon it became to much. No matter where I looked, who I was with, I saw him. I couldn't look into a mirror, window's terrified me. I'm happy now. Caught in an oblivion that will take me to him where we can live together forever, where nothing, no one, will keep us apart. When I'm with him I know I'll truly be in Heaven.
