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Chapter four: Half of a soul
In the Gryffindor boys dormitory, you could hear slow sobbing and loud wails. Most knew what was best for them and left that room alone, but after five days, it was becoming alarming. "George?" Angelina's voice was soft. She cautiously knocked on the door. "Can I come in?"
"Leave me alone."
"George... It's okay." Angelina tried a different approch. "It's okay to grieve. Actually, it's more than okay. You should grieve. But, see, uh... George, you haven't eaten in five days."
"I'll live." Was the sarcastic reply. Angelina sighed. She really didn't want to do this.
"Open the door."
"No."
CRASH
The door fell down and Angelina stared down in shock. It was a mess.
The room was in a wreck. Blankets were everywhere, and small objects were broken. In the middle of the mess, was George. Scattered bottles and glass were askew, and Angelina did her best not to run over and hug him. No, these things need time.
"George, look at me." It wasn't a question. It wasn't a statement. It was a command.
"What do you want?" George didn't move.
Angelina sighed again, "Look. I know what you're feeling right now. We all do. But this," she gestured around the room, "this isn't helping. It isn't working. You need to live, that's what Fred would've wanted."
"But it feels like a crime, to live. Fred, died so young, never even seeing if we won..." he went back into his pit of despair.
Angelina knew it wouldn't work, but she tried anyway, "Please, for your own and our sake, come out."
"I DON'T WANT TO LIVE!" George sobbed. "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT HIM. THERE'S NOTHING TO LIVE FOR! IT'SLIKE... IT'S LIKE... SOMEONE RIPPED YOUR SOUL APART AND THREW THE OTHER HALF AWAY!"
Angelina sat down at the edge of a bed. "That's were you got it wrong," she said calmly. "You have us. Please George. Do it for your family and your friends. Do it for me. Please. Do it for Harry. You haven't heard, but he actually sacrificed himself. He actually died and came back for us. Imagine how he would feel if you left as well. Do it for Fred. He died making this world a better place. Please." With that, she turned her back and left.
—Three days later—
George sat on the soft, cool grass and stared at Fred's grave. After a few days, he had come out. For Fred, he reminded himself. He considered shutting down the shop. He considered burning every single thing that they had ever done together. But he had stopped himself. For Fred. He himself had chosen the words to put on Fred's grave. Roughly translated, the words stated, "Live, laugh and love, or don't live at all." Only today, he realized that those words were were a sign. He should follow them. "Poor Fred..." he murmured.
He jumped. A soft voice behind him said, "Do not pity the dead. Pity the living, and, above all, those who live without love." (Excerpt from J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.) Looking around, George could see that it was Harry.
"That was wise. Who said that?" He managed a small smile.
Harry chuckled, "You don't think I can say something wise? Well, you were right that time. That was Dumbledore." They sat in silence, then Harry got up to leave. "Your mothers making dinner."
George nodded, and stared and the grave for a moment. He felt Harry's presence leave him. He herd the footsteps get farther and farther away, until, "Hey, Harry?"
"Yeah?" Harry turned and looked at George.
"Does it always hurt this much?"
Harry paused for a second, then smiled a small, wavering smile. "Always."
Yay! I finished another chapter! Honestly, I don't really like this series, but I'm gonna continue it. Just don't expect constant updates. :)