((Changing tenses here to the past tense. It's easier to write :-P)) George's POV during the moment when Angela and he are alone with Fred's body in the hour of peace Voldemort gave them. (Chapter 9 of Triumphant Gold)
Why Must Good Things End?
I've heard of the sayings "All good things must come to an end," and "Nothing good can last" but I never thought it might be true. I had always thought good things could never end. It was naive of me, I know, but with Fred at my side and living in a house such as the Burrow, I was never taught otherwise.
I had wanted to go into battle. It seemed like a ton of fun. Fred had been as excited as I. But as the fight waged on and on, I had realized how serious this all really was. In every corner I turned there was a fallen Hogwarts student; boys and girls only a year or two younger than me. And when Angie told me Fred was gone . . . I knew then what the saying had meant.
He was lying between us. Angie was holding his hand, stroking it, kissing it. The sight made my chest ache even more. She had been falling in love with him. I could tell that when she returned his kiss in the hallway. My heart had cried out then like it was crying out now. I was losing more than just a brother that day. I was losing any hope of having Angie love me the way I loved her. She was off limits now. I could never go behind Fred's back and pursue a relationship with her. Not even when he was dead.
My gaze traveled to Angie. She had placed Fred's hand against her cheek and was breathing deeply, eyes closed. Her hair was sticking to her forehead from sweat and there was dirt and grime on her face and hands. Ginny's school clothes that she wore were torn and covered with dust. She looked very disheveled, yet to me she seemed beautiful. I looked down at Fred and then back up to her. Fred had chosen well. He always had. Too bad for me it had to be Angie. But then again, nothing good can last.
