Back in 2007 when the last book came out, I was devastated at how many people died. I cried when Fred died. While watching the movie, it happened again. While I know I was devastated, I don't think anyone could be more upset by Fred's death than George. So here it goes.
Only Half of Who I Am
George woke up in cold sweat with tears running down his face. He had had the nightmare again, the nightmare in which he saw his twin's body lying limp on the floor of the Great Hall next to so many others. He remembered that horrible night as clearly as if it had just happened. He remembered kneeling next to Fred's body, his twin's face covered in his tears. He had shaken him in an attempt to wake him up but deep down he knew it would never work. He had sat on the cold stone floor and held onto his brother with every ounce of strength he had left.
It was bad enough it had happened but the nightmares were haunting him to the point that he was considering staying awake for the rest of his life. He untangled himself from the sweaty sheets and sat in the middle of the bed feeling miserable.
He couldn't do anything without being reminded of Fred. Every time he saw his reflection it was like Fred was staring back at him. Every time someone called his name he would start to say "I'm not George, I'm Fred" only to remember that he couldn't say that anymore. Every time he went to work in the shop he was reminded of all the times he and Fred had stayed up late into the night creating the products that filled the shelves. In short, every moment was torture without Fred there.
He flopped miserably onto his back and stared at the ceiling as if this would provide some answer as to why his brother, best friend was gone. Soon he was trying to blink away sleep, knowing exactly what he would dream about. As hard as he tried, he couldn't stay awake forever only this time he didn't find himself in the Great Hall next to Fred's body. Instead he dreamt of all the times he and Fred had gotten themselves in trouble for playing pranks on fellow students. He saw all the times they'd tricked people into thinking they were each other, all the time they'd put into Weasley's Wizard Wheezes , all wonderful things they'd done. He woke up a few hours later with a smile on his face, knowing it would be okay.
Not my best ending but, hey, that's okay! Educational Decree Number 24 forbids you to read without reviewing. :)