Chapter 5
Disclaimer: See all these characters? Not mine! They're JKR's. She just loaned them to me for a short period of time. If they were mine…nice house in London, at least.
George Weasley could never shake off the feeling that he was lost. Not geographically, mind you, but spiritually, mentally lost. Not loony, as everyone outside of his family seemed to think. He felt like he was missing a part of his soul.
All the psycho doctors had told him it was natural to feel this way after such a tragedy. It was even worse since he had lost a twin. An identical twin at that. How to resolve the problem, they couldn't tell him. Date more. Go on vacation. Revisit familiar places with happy memories. Nothing worked. He could only blame himself. He was the reason Fred wasn't here right now.
Ron tried to fight him. Of course, Ron had no room to talk. He tried to blame ALL their family's death on himself. "If I hadn't run off to help Harry…" "If I had thought it out…" George snorted to himself at the memory. Ron thinking something through. As if. Ron was always the impulsive one. That's why he always got caught. There was nothing subtle or refined about Ron. Nothing at all.
George was glad he at least had Ron. He needed a brother. He shook his head. It was stupid of me to think I wouldn't lose anyone. I never expected to lose Bill and Charlie and Mum and FRED. George just knew his dad thanked his lucky stars that Ginny wasn't at home. Apparently the Death Eaters had been horrible to Fleur…
If only I had seen Fred's body, maybe I would feel more closure. I feel like he just deserted me. I don't know how to survive without him. Ron's something, but he can't complete my sentences. He and Ginny are that way.
No, George was in a boat all his own. Ron and Ginny had each other. Mr. Weasley had the three of them. Three out of seven children wasn't good, but it was something. And then he had broken up with Alicia. He loved her, but he just couldn't commit to her that way yet. What if he lost her too? What if it was his fault again?
He really couldn't remember what he and Fred had fought about that day. Something to do with the joke shop. Publicity maybe? It was so trivial, so stupid. But they had both blown it out of proportion. Fred had left the shop early, and George had decided to stay late. He wanted to avoid Fred.
Now he refused to go to the store room. He almost flat-out refused to go to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes at all. He didn't want to remember what he had thought about Fred. Or worse, the last thing he had ever said to him.
Fred: "That's it, I'm leaving!"
"Fine! I hate you! You can just drop dead for all I care!"
If George had only known.
A/N: Yeah, I know. I am evil incarnate. Hey, I promised a quick update, not a resolution of the cliffhanger. insert evil laughter here I hope you liked the different pov. Please review!
Oh, and Jo: I think murder is a little rough. Manslaughter, I might see. I just tortured you a little too far with that cliffhanger, right?