-Thanks for the reviews! This is the second chapter. I like it, though maybe I went a bit over the top... Anyway, R&R as always!

Oh, and I'll publish a playlist with music I see fit for the specific chapter (: All are available on Spotify, most on youtube.

There is also a playlist on Sfy that I keep up to date. PM me if you figure something is missing (: .com/user/strawberrycan/playlist/5eRclupG3i5EEykU2Vub7W-

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Alexandre Desplat
(Afterwards) - The swan's song (haven't seen the movie but it was to this tune that I first came up with the story.. So sad and beautiful)

Allan Edwall (Allans allra bästa) - Jämtlänsk Vaggvisa (Such a beautiful, old Swedish tune with one of Sweden's best musicians and actors)

Esbjörn Hazelius (Blunda Och Du Skall Få Se) - Spelman (Swedish song that has really nothing to do with the story, but I love the song and thought it went quite well with the kind of melancholic but 'brave' feeling of the chapter and especially the middle part)

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Chapter two - Facing the loss of yourself

George fell backwards and there seemed to be no floor to stop him from falling into nothingness, as the world had seized to exist. The body could not be his brother, the second half of the circle that was them. He fell, fell through time and space and there was nothing for him to grasp, nothing to save him from plummeting into a vast universe of pain and numbness.

With a strength that was almost supernatural he threw himself at the remaining boulders which still lay on Fred's body. "No, no.." His brother, the trickster, the one with the clever lines, with the cruel but always loving humour, his other half. Fred could not be dead, it just didn't work that way. Fred, my Fred please just wake up. Wake up! You can't leave me here alone, I need you. You're as big a part of me as I am myself. God Fred, wake up! He brought his brother into his own arms, crying if not for the fact that he had forgotten how to weep. He could feel it now, the hole that was missing, the part of his heart that had been ripped from him as soon as the spell had hit that wall. Who now would put into action what George was thinking, finishing his every sentence and thought? The bond between them had not seized to exist but suddenly there was no one at the other end.

He heard someone else speak, or perhaps it was a scream or even a cry, it was all the same to him. Arms were wrapped around him and two blurry, red haired figures sat beside him. Maybe they tried to comfort him but he could not hear what they said. In his world was only him and Fred, the latter slowly fading away, growing transparent as a world he would never have been able to imagine, one where Fred did not exist was becoming more opaque by the second.

He tried to say something, tried to voice his thoughts but his lungs were empty. Maybe he had screamed the air out of them or maybe he simply could not breathe without the huge chunk of heart that had been torn from him; he did not know, did not care for it did not matter. Fred was gone and there was nothing he could do about it. Fred. Gone to the one place George could not follow. He had for a second hoped that his brother would open his eyes, alive and well, that it would be nothing but a horrible, twisted joke. That would very much be something Fred could have done. But he could not have faked the empty gaze in his eyes as he stared without seeing into the ceiling, nor the deep wounds and blood stains that covered his broken body. George felt sick and wanted to turn away his gaze but he did not, could not move.

"Fred you idiot.." He wasn't sure if he spoke it out loud or just thought it, "How could you do that? Mum's going to be devastated, and it's your fault.." It almost felt good to blame Fred for something, to be angry at him for leaving George's side. "How could you ever do this to me? You've ruined the shop, you've ruined everything!" He could not muster up enough strength to raise his voice but rather whispered into thin air. But he could not be angry, he was not sad, he was simply nothing.

The arms that was wrapped around him suddenly started to pull him away from Fred but he refused to let go, refused to accept the fact that the world still existed. The arms gave up and instead he could hear, faintly as though from another world, the sounds of spells being cast and a cruel laugh piercing the air. Fred looked up, his eyes doing their best to try and focus on the enemies that suddenly had appeared.

"A Weasley?" The cold voice could not have belonged to anyone other than Bellatrix Lestrange. She laughed a cold, high pitched laugh which sent shivers down George's spine. Around her the death eaters fell to the force of the spells being cast at them but somehow Bellatrix managed to avoid every single one, occasionally waving her wand to fend off one or another. She looked from the corpse to George and a look of amusement hit her when she realized they were twins. Her lips twitched into a malicious smile as George scowled at her in disgust, "Mummy's gonna be sad now isn't she? But you know I think it's just for the best, I mean she's got a copy, she probably won't even know which one of you has died!" She laughed again, raising her wand to send George in the same direction his brother had gone. George growled furiously and shot upright, his mind going completely blank as he pulled out his own wand faster than anyone could react. His wand began almost to move at its own accord and the spells came to his lips without effort. Bellatrix's smile faltered and was replaced by an irritated crease on her brow as she began to counter his curses. George's whole body ached with grief and anger but his arm was steady. Spell upon spell shot out of the 15'' willow wand, some of which George did not even know he knew. He duelled alone for even though most of the death eaters had fallen like flies, there were still enough of them standing to give the others a handful.

"Defodio!" He bellowed and slashed the wand through the air. Bellatrix winced, a deep cut appearing from her right eyebrow, over her nose and down to her pale cheek. She did not lose focus though and before George could utter another word she screamed;

"Crucio!" Pain seared through George's body and he fell to the ground, clawing at his throat which seemed to have clogged up and now prevented him from screaming or voicing spells. For a moment Fred disappeared from George's mind and he was all alone, excruciating pain searing through every pore of his being. "Do not even think you can outmatch me, you filthy blood-traitor!" She hissed. Her lips curved up again into that insane smirk only she could manage, distorted even more than usual due to the blood trickling down her face from the gash. Then she laughed again, "And now you join your brother! I'm sure your mummy won't mind, I mean so far she's still got plenty of kids to go around, sure she won't even miss..-"

"Stupefy!" The force of four spells of the same kind sent Bellatrix flying backwards and hit a wall. Part of the pain that pierced George's body, the pain from the Cruciatus curse faded away. Bellatrix moved slowly, then stood up and ran off with another laugh before they had time to curse her again. George stood up again on legs that barely held him upright and slowly made his way to Fred's side again, determined to stay with him until the battle was over. The others spoke to him but he still could not understand what they said, it all blurred together and he was tired, so very tired.

".. George, listen to me! We have to move him.."

".. We can't leave George here, he'll be killed!.."

".. George, can you hear me?" The mass of words began to form sentences and he looked up and into Ron's blue eyes which were filled with grief he tried his best to hide. "We have to move F-Fred. Either you'll help us or not, we have get him out of here somehow." George nodded diffusely and together with Percy he carried Fred away from the rubble. Harry tugged at the others' arms, reminding them of the mission they were on, and after speaking a few words to Percy and George – who barely understood what they were saying at all – before they headed off.

They were both silent, though Percy did not even try to hide the tears that were trickling down his cheeks as they carefully headed down the corridor.

They carried Fred to a secluded space behind a statue and placed his body there, securely hidden from evil eyes. George wanted to give in to his trembling knees, wanted to fall to the floor and never get up again and forever lie there with his brother by his side. He knew deep down that he had to keep fighting or he would suffer the same fate but it felt so cruel to just... leave Fred lying there on the cold stone floor. Fred needed him even now, and so of course he should stay and guard him. George began pacing towards his brother but a soft hand on his shoulder made him spin around to face Percy.

"I have to.." began George in a thin voice which immediately faded to nothing. Percy shook his head;

"We have to help. They need us out there." He pointed diffusely towards what he thought would be the centre of the castle. George nodded faintly, he knew what they had to do and with an effort greater than anything he could ever have imagined, he turned his back on Fred Weasley and together with Percy headed towards The Great Hall where they heard battle raging furiously.