This is sad, just a warning.

George stared at the forest green, thick, wool sweater in his hands, a big "G" in gold on the front. He turned to his right as if to ask Fred if he'd switch with him so they could confuse mum. But, he wasn't there of course.

Oh right. He was dead.

George had these moments at least twelve times a day. Moments, where something funny would pop into his head and he would turn as if to tell Fred the joke, but of course he was never there. Moments when George would do something that he just knew Fred would have made a joke about. Moments when he was laying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to ignore the empty bunk below his. Moments when his mother would accidently call him Fred and burst into tears. Moments when he'd laugh and immediately stop because there was not an identical chuckle coming from beside him.

Moments when the Fred shaped hole in his heart literally pained him and he'd have to hold onto the edge of a table or something because it was that hard to breathe without his other half next to him.

Ron sat down next to him on the couch, his maroon sweater clashing horrifically with his hair. "George. Fred would be really angry with you right now."

"Well he's dead. In case you didn't notice."

"You're not fun anymore. Fred would be disappointed in you. Where is your sense of humor?"

George wanted to say he didn't have it anymore. How could he be funny without his twin?

"It died with him."

"Well you might as well just be dead too because right now you're just a shell of the my big brother." The moment it was out of Ron's mouth he wanted to take it back. It was too harsh. "I'm sorry, George. I didn't mean it."

"No. You did." George turned to face his little brother. He looked completely dejected, so sad and broken that Ron wanted to hug him. His brown eyes welled with tears, threatening to spill onto his freckled cheeks. "I'm nothing without Fred."

"George, that's not true." said Ron.

George angrily brushed away tears and stared at the rain pounding against the window. He felt hopeless, like there was nothing to be happy about. It was as if there was a dementor tied to his wrist. He couldn't shake off the cold, hollow sensation that was all his heart felt anymore. He was glad the weather was raining and dismal. The sun would be hard to face right now.

"And honestly, George, you being depressed just makes it a hell of a lot worse. It's like we lost two instead of one. Mum isn't crying herself to sleep just because of him, it's because of you too. You're not you anymore. And we want you back."

"I want me back too." George looked up with a watery smile. "But I don't know how. I don't know who me is without Fred. I just-I just I miss him so much." He let out a strangled sob and his head fell into his hands.

Ron pulled him into a tight hug and didn't let go. "It's going to be okay, George. You're right. It won't be the same, but you'll feel happy again. I promise."

"I just feel wrong being happy, when he can't."

"He'll be happy when you are." Ron pulled back from the hug, but kept his arm around George's shoulders. "He'd want you to be happy and laughing twice as much as you usually do. Everyone needs to be happy again and you're the only one who can make them. When I try to crack jokes no one laughs, so I can't help you out."

"That's because your jokes are bloody awful."

"You suck." Ron shoved him softly and laughed before pulling him into a one armed hug. George stared at the rain drops making watery paths down the window pane until he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. And when he drifted off he dreamt of the times when his heart had felt whole, the times when he couldn't even imagine what it would be like for Fred to die. And when he woke up, his heart didn't feel so empty anymore.


The next week when Ron and Hermione awoke in his bed with pink hair, matching tatooes, pink faeries that swarmed around their heads singing love songs, and handcuffed together, Ron regretted that little chat he'd had with his brother. He'd forgotten how much trouble a happy George caused. But, the annoyance didn't stop the intense happiness that swelled in his heart when he saw George laughing and pulling faces at breakfast that morning. It was worth it.

The trouble and pranks were worth every smile on his brother's face.

So, I hope you guys liked this and I know it doesn't quite fit into this whole "dancing in the rain" type thing, but I didn't have anywhere else to post it. Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed. It means so much, you don't even know. Please review this, just to let me know what you thought, and what you want next.

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