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Chapter 2,

Reflection

A young man was walking slowly through a deserted graveyard. He came upon a large headstone. He hadn't even realized that his feet were leading him there. It was very unique for a headstone.

The man made sure of that before the burial. His mother had wanted something plain and 'normal', but he knew his brother better than anyone else, and made damn sure that they complied with his wishes. Staring at the bright purple gravestone, he thought that perhaps he did over do it. There were brooms and rubber chickens engraved all over it, and under his brother's name were the words, Mischief Managed.

"I am so sorry, chap." began the redhead. "I knew that us testing all of our shit would come back to bite us in the ass someday, but I didn't think it would come so fast, or bite so fucking hard." With that George sat down on the damp earth, wanting to be closer to his brother. He quickly became lost in a memory that had haunted every sense of his being ever since the day his life was destroyed.

George was standing very impatiently in their flat above WWW. "For fuck's sake, Fred, get the hell up here! We have got to finish testing these products! FRED!"

"Coming, dear brother, coming. I was just looking for that headache potion mum brought me. I've got a bitch of one right now." answered Fred, huffing into the room.

"I will help you find it when we're done, okay? We have to get these new products to the Ministry Approval Board by 5. So, do you want the Steam Engines, or the New and Improved Skivving Snack boxes?" was his brother's reply.

"Steam Engines, I guess." Said Fred, at the same time, he picked up one of the little green toffees that were sitting on the counter. "Here's to us, bro!" said Fred as he popped the treat into his mouth.

Fred's face then turned a brilliant shade of crimson, making his vivid hair look more and more dull. Smoke started to come slowly out of his nostrils, and then ears. The smoke intensified until he looked as if he was an actual steam engine, puffing away up a mountain. The steam started to subside, and Fred's color turned back to normal.

"Well?" asked George. "Fred, you okay mate? You're looking a bit peaky."

Fred's color had drained, leaving him looking as if he'd just seen a ghost. "Not really, George. I'm not feeling very well-"

With that, Fred lost consciousness and fell. George lunged foreword, and caught up his brother just before he hit the ground.

"Fred? FRED! Can you hear me mate? Fred!"

George tumbled over to the couch with his brother in tow. He got Fred onto the cushions, and looked over him. He wasn't breathing. With a wave of his wand, George sent an emergency summons. (kind of like calling a muggle ambulance)

Within seconds, a Mediwizard squad apparated into the room. They rushed to Fred, performing various charms to try and treat him. The main Mediwizard stopped after about five minutes, and turned to George. "We've got to get him to St. Mungo's now! We are losing him."

With that, Fred was hoisted onto a flat backboard, and the mediwizards apparated away. George soon followed.

It was an hour before anyone told them about Fred's wellbeing. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had been called to the hospital as well, and Ron and Ginny were expected there at any moment.

Just then, an old looking Mediwizard with tired eyes, and white hair came up to the family. He looked at Aurthur and started, "Mr. Weasley, I am very sorry to tell you this, but we have lost Fred."

With those words, George head started spinning. He felt as if a darkness was engulfing him. He couldn't breath. He heard the old doctor say the word aneurism, and then fell into the pit of darkness.

It was now beginning to get dark, and George was shaken out of his reverie by a hand on his shoulder. He hastily wiped at the tears running down his cheeks, and turned to find Ginny standing above him.

"Oh, hi. I was just, well, having some brother to brother time, you know?" Said George, rather embarrassed at having been crying in front of his little sister.

Ginny kneeled down next to George, and put an arm around his shoulder. "It wasn't your fault, George." He looked at her for a few seconds, believing she was lying through her teeth. "Lee got a hold of Ron today. He said he has found Hermione and told her about Fred. She took it really hard, but he doesn't know if she will come back or not."

With thatshe rested her head on George's shoulder, looking at her brother's grave. "Do you think he is ok?" she asked. "I hope so." Replied George, and the two siblings sat with their brother until the last bit of light was extinguished, George blaming himself for everything, and Ginny hoping that he wasn't.