Title: Love Never Dies

Author:  " Kitten Malfoy"

Disclaimer:  I do not own any of the characters in this fic.  They all belong to JKR.  Also, I have never seen the procedure represented in this fic done.  I have only researched it through school.  The quote is by William Shakespeare. 

WARNING:  I DO NOT WANT TO OFFEND YOU.  IF YOU ARE BOTHERED IMMENSELY BY THIS FIC OR EVEN IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS ABOUT IT I W OULD PREFFER THAT YOU E-MAIL ME.  Draco_FanNC17@yahoo.com

Author's Note:  I apologize in advance.  This is the last chapter.  I hope you enjoy it.  I promise that I am doing a happy fic for the twins next!

Dedication:  To Princess. 

     Fred glanced into the full-length mirror and sighed.  George's wake would begin in an hour.  The family had planned something small and simple for him.  It was all they could afford.  It would take place in their home. 

There were scattered white flowers around the opened ivory colored coffin.  George had been dressed in white dress robes.  Everything seemed to glow brightly in the light that filtered in through the windows.  Fred had insisted that everything be white for George's wake.  He thought that was how George would have wanted it.

Fred was dressed -like most of the family- in black dress robes.  Fred had taken the death worse than anyone.  The only time he spoke was to correct some confusion in the preparation for the wake.  Everyone let him plan it.  They understood how difficult things had been for him.  They knew that he needed the responsibility to keep him sane.

Even though Fred felt like he had been torn apart on the inside, he never cried after that first night.  It was almost as if there weren't any tears to cry.  He tried to because he felt horribly for not mourning the way the others were but nothing would come out.  Instead he walked around like he was under hypnosis for the days following the murder.

The guests had already begun to arrive.  Fred slowly walked down the stairs and into the designated room.  A sudden dizziness came over him and he was forced to lean against a chair to steady himself.  He hadn't seen George's body since the night that it had happened.  Now all he could see was the white silk lined box that held the corpse. 

Fred turned fearfully as someone placed a hand on his shoulder.  He sighed in relief when he saw it was only Bill.  Bill's eyes glistened with unshed tears even though he smiled.  Fred flung his arms around his older brother and squeezed him tightly.  Bill returned the embrace, patting Fred on the back softly.

     " How have you been?"  Bill asked as he looked down at Fred.  Fred only shrugged.  There was no way to put into words what he felt.  No one could know how empty he was inside.  He didn't even fully understand the feelings.

Fred pulled himself away from Bill and continued on his way towards the coffin.  He stopped and knelt in front of it before looking in.  Fred kept his eyes closed, afraid of what he might see.  Every time he had thought about George recently he had only seen that disturbing image of the night he would never be able to forget.  He wanted to forget it though.  He wanted to be able to close his eyes and pretend it never happened.  He wanted so badly to believe that when he opened his eyes George would be sitting across from him on his bed, laughing and talking excitedly.  Like the way it always was.  But Fred knew that if he did that it would only hurt more when he opened his eyes only to realize that George was not there and that he would not be ever again.

Slowly Fred looked into the coffin.  He smiled down at George sadly.  His twin looked so peaceful lying there.  It was perfect.  He almost looked like all Fred had to do was shake him a little to wake him up.  Then they would run off into their room and laugh about the whole thing.  Like it was just some elaborate prank.

Fred did shake George.  Nothing happened.  George did not wake up as Fred had planned.  It hadn't been a prank.  It was real.  Fred stood up and walked blindly over to his mother.

" Can I have a few minutes alone?"  Fred asked, feeling the tears that were finally able to fall.  Everyone was promptly ushered out of the room.  They understood that Fred wanted some time alone to say goodbye to his twin.

     Once alone, Fred walked back over to the coffin and knelt again.  He closed his eyes tightly, forcing the tears back.  He was not ready to let them fall yet.  He had to do what he had been planning since his soul was torn in half.  He had to reunite the pieces.

     Fred took a deep breath. 

// George.  I can't believe you're gone.  I thought we would never be apart.  But now we are and it feels so…so empty.  I can't live like this and I hope you understand that.  I'll be with you soon.

     No, you probably don't even know that I'm here beside you.  What is it like?  Is there anything there?  Do you miss me?  Do you feel empty too?  Or is it just me?  I couldn't even sleep without having you there.  But you seem to be sleeping fine without me.  Would you sleep any better if I lay down with you?//

     Fred climbed into the coffin beside his twin.  George's cheek was cold when Fred kissed it softly.  It frightened Fred at first but then he realized that he would be just as cold too.

     " Arms, take your last embrace!  And, lips, O you the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!  Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavory guide!  Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on the dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!  Here's to my love."  Fred removed from his pocket a small shimmering blue bottle.  He pressed it slowly to his lips and drank the liquid it contained.

     " Thy drugs are quick.  Thus with a kiss I die."  Fred shifted, leaning over George's body.  He pressed his lips gently against his twin's.  The tears began to fall.  Fred no longer cared enough to hold them back.  Soon it would all be over and he would be with his twin again.  This time nothing would separate them.