I'm so used to sharing
"NO! FRED NO!" George screamed out as he shook his brother Fred, as if that would bring his twin back to life.
He dropped to his knees and let out a broken sob. His other half, his twin. He was dead. His body was shaking from the power of his sobs. He brought Fred's hand up to his forehead and cried into it.
He scarcely knew what happened. One moment he and Fred were talking with Percy about him resigning from the Ministry of Magic, and the next minute, it seemed there was a massive explosion. They were in the hallway outside of the room of requirement on the seventh floor when the wall crumbled and the door flew off its hinges. Out poured Death eaters everywhere, some he recognised and some that he didn't. It wasn't a matter, they were all death eater scum.
All George could think was
'Why did you leave me? Fred, how am I going to move on? We were never supposed to be separated. I can't be on my own.' he continued to think over and over.
Percy and Ron shook Fred, but it was no use. He was catatonic at the sight of his bloodied, dead brother.
"Fred! Fred! Who am I supposed to share a room with? Who am I supposed to share clothes with? Who am I supposed to share my ideas with? Who am I supposed to share my secrets with? How am I supposed to cope with the fact that even with you gone they won't remember which one I am?"
'How can I ever look at myself in the mirror again?'
'How can i ever live without you..'
'You were supposed to be by my side forever.. You weren't supposed to die.'
"Fred, it should have been me who died.. Never you.. Now i have to live in the apartment by myself" he kept muttering.
Death Eaters were moving in fast. Percy ran off after the death eater who was responsible for the explosion Augustus Rookwood, and Ron and Harry were trying to move Fred's body but George wouldn't budge from his side.
"George.. George! Come on! We have to go!"
"Come on George, Fred wouldn't want you to die too!"
It seemed that the only thing that broke though his stupor, was a girl sobbing nearly the same words he was. He scanned around the area and caught sight of a slytherin girl curled around another body on the ground... An identical body. Oh my, she had lost her twin. He looked closer and could identify the girl as Flora Carrow, and the girl on the ground dead, was her identical twin Hestia.
"Hestia, Hestie wake up.. Please please wake up." she sobbed out desperately pawling at her sister's body. She sounded borderline hysterical, much like himself he guessed.
He looked around. Death eaters were pouring out of the room of requirements and students were running to and from. He couldn't tell who was on what side at that point. Everyone was panicking. The Battle of Hogwarts had truly begun.
Everything had seemed to slow down around him. He stood up and walked calmly over to her, and called out to her.
"Flora.. Flora it's time to go. Leave her behind. She wouldn't want you dead mourning over her too, come on."
He didn't give her a chance to answer, he grabbed her hand and yanked her up, hard. She crashed into his chest.
"Come on, I know you just lost her. I just lost Fred too. It's going to be okay though. Because they wouldn't want this."
She sobbed into his arms.
"They wouldn't want us to die mourning over their bodies. We have to go. Don't worry. Ron and Harry will make sure their bodies are safe. We can come back for them later."
Neither of them noticed the spark of when skin touched skin, when contact was made between them. They were soul mates, bonded as half of a pair, as fate would always have it.
George helped her get to safety, as she was under age and wouldn't be able to use magic to protect herself.
After the battle was over and Voldemort was deader than a doornail, the surviving few were gathering all of the bodies of the slain and fallen into the Great Hall of Hogwarts. George was sitting on the floor next to his fallen twin, with his family surrounding him when he heard a very quiet voice.
"George? George?"
He looked up at the stranger's voice.
"Yes...?"
"It's me. Flora, the girl you saved in the seventh floor hallway. I wanted to thank you, ya know, for saving my life. If you haven't convinced me to leave and gotten me to safety I don't know what would have happened."
Before he could say anything in reply, she sank to the floor next to him and crushed him in a hug.
Sparks, more intense than before, flew around them as their magics gathered. It was the same familiar sparks that he got with his twin, but different. They were soulmates.
"I think we're soulmates..." she trailed off hesitantly.
"Soulmates?"
She blushed and nodded.
'Oh Fred, what would you do?' he prayed to his brother silently.
'Oh Hestia, what would you do?' she thought to herself.
"Can I ask your full name, soulmate?"
"Fl-Flora... Flora Carrow... Please do not judge me for my father and aunt's actions.. I am not them."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
She wouldn't meet his eyes still, so he tilted her chin up and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, before pulling her into a tighter hug.
"You are not your father's sins. Don't worry, we'll make it through this together. It's what they would have wanted."
"I know."
"I lost one half, only to find another. Fred and Hestia must have brought you to me." he remarked.
She just nodded.
I'm so used to sharing
