Just a short story about George right after the battle... Poor Georgie :'( Enjoy!
The world was dark for George. There was no light, just darkness and the body in front of him. The body who was the exact copy of himself. Fred. Someone, George didn't know who or couldn't remember, had closed his eyes, but still there was this small smile on his face.
"At least he had died laughing", Molly had said earlier, but no, it was not okay, not to George anyway. He should laugh now. He should stand beside George and tease Percy with him or Ron or anyone, but he should be there.
George sat down on one of the chairs in the Great Hall, far away from Fred. He couldn't bear to see his body any more. He couldn't bear the thought that he was gone. George still hoped that Fred would just open his eyes and laugh and tell them it was all a joke.
It's an awful prank, Freddie, George thought, now stop acting.
But Fred didn't open his eyes. He was gone, really gone.
"I'm sorry, George", someone muttered.
George had heard people say that million times tonight and nobody had meant it for real, but this voice really sounded sorry. In fact, it cracked as it said so. This led George to look up, in front of him stood Angelina Johnson. George hadn't even known that she was there, that she had fought. She looked as beautiful as always, exhausted and she had a cut across her temple down to her cheek it was still bleeding, even if the battle had been over for hours now.
"You're hurt", George said, it was a stupid thing to say, he should have thanked her for her sympathy, but it was the only thing to say, that George could think of and honestly he didn't care.
"It's not so bad. I can wait until they took care of those who were more seriously injured", Angelina said.
"No", George said, "It still bleeds. Come on, we go to Madam Pomfrey, she can heal it in a second."
Angelina sighed but accepted her fate and followed George through the crowd.
They found Madam Pomfrey in a few minutes, tending the wounds of someone else.
"Madam Pomfrey, Angelina's hurt", George said.
The nurse looked up, she looked as exhausted as everyone else, but she took care of Angelina's cut and with just a flick of her wand it was healed.
"Told you, she'd fix it in no time", George said and a ghost of a smile crept on his face until he realized that he wasn't allowed to smile any more. He couldn't smile without Fred, it wouldn't be fair.
Angelina saw the change of emotion in George's face and without a question she hugged him. Surprisingly he let her, even leaned into her. That was when Angelina realized how deep the wound of losing Fred was for George, otherwise he would never lean on her. He was to proud to admit, that he needed the support from others.
"Fred would tease me to no end if he saw me", George muttered and sobbed.
Angelina smiled, because this was when she realized he would be okay. It would take time, but he would be okay. Angelina would make sure of it.
"If it was the other way around, he would be such a whiny baby", Angelina whispered.
George sobbed, but laughed softly between it.