George Weasley

For the first time in his life, George Weasley didn't know what to say. There was too much pain inside him. There was emptiness where Fred had once been…His twin, his best friend, his brother. It just wasn't right somehow. He wasn't himself anymore. Not without Fred.

'It had always been Fred and George' he finally managed to mutter out. 'George and Fred… Gred and Forge.. The Twins. It had always been "we". It had always been "us" and now there's no more Fred and George. There's just me, George. And it doesn't feel right at all!!' He cried with anger and frustration. He tried to stop those angry tears from falling. He swallowed.

Why does it have to be so hard?!?

He closed his eyes, trying to block the picture of his twin lying still and unmoving on the floor. He tried to shut the image out. He wanted to forget that that day had ever happened.

He had to carry on…

'We had talked about it before. Dying, I mean. We always figured we will go together. You know, born together, live together, die together. And then that wanker had to break his promise!' George's voice turned harsh and then his shoulders sagged, like all the fight had gone out of him. 'I didn't even have the chance to say goodbye. And now… when he's gone… it's like a part of me has gone too.

'I know it. When he died… I felt it. I felt like a part of my soul had been ripped out and the pain shook me so suddenly. And then, he was gone. I don't know how to carry on.

'I caught myself looking for him wherever I go. I expected him to show up at the door, or for me to wake up and find him sleeping in his bed in our bedroom. I had caught myself still using "we" as if Fred is still here. I couldn't look in the mirror for days. One time, I was talking to mum and I stopped in the middle of my sentence, and I expected Fred to cut in and finish it. But he didn't. There was silence. I turned around and he was not there. I tried continuing with our experiments, but I know now that this is still not the time. I couldn't do a single thing. I have no ideas left in me. And Fred is not here anymore to give me one.

'I know I am acting very unlike a prankster here, crying and moping and all. I know Fred wouldn't have wanted me to carry on like this. But I can't for now…. For the first time in my life, I know what it feels like to be totally alone. It's just… It's kind of ironic that when I lost my ear, he was all shocked and concerned, and now it was him who died and not me… I'm the one with one ear, and he was the one who left'

George stopped and couldn't go on. He was shaking, trying to stop the tears from coming again. He looked up at the sky like his mother did.

After a while he collected himself and turned to look at everyone again. 'Percy, I want to tell you this. You were once the biggest prat I have the pleasure of meeting, but when you came back and say you're sorry, it cures everything, bro. And we are proud to be related to you now' A ghost of a smile escaped into George's face.

Percy grinned back a little bit.

'You made him laugh, Perce. That's why he was smiling when he died. He was smiling because of you, his brother. I think he knows that you want to protect him, but it's not your fault, mate. Remember that.'

Percy lips trembled and he completely broke down, crying into his hands. Charlie who was sitting next to him put his arm around him. The second Weasley brother was also crying, his face screwed up with grieve.

'I think he can hear us today, you know, talking about him. That wanker is now probably laughing his fucking head off, hearing all this. Sorry, mum…' George gave a glint of a smile to his mother, who looked quite offended for his language.

'And Ginny is right. He wouldn't want all this serious ceremony with stiff black dress robes and grim faced people crying over his dead body… Well, Come to think of it, he would want the crying over him part!' a small laughter escaped from George's throat and it surprised even him to feel how easily it was to laugh again. For Fred…

'Well, like my dear sister has said, I can go on days and days about Fred, but it would bore everyone to death, I'm afraid. I just want him to know for short,… he's right. It's all gonna be fine. It will take time, but it will be fine.'

George took out his wand and gave it a wide arch-wave. 'Gin, you said he would want fireworks, and here they are!'

Loud explosions echoed throughout the yard as thousands of sparks shot out from the end of George's wand. A giant sparkling dragon erupted over head them and it exploded into rains of colours; red, yellow, blue, green, every colour imaginable. It rained down on everyone and it continued exploding into loads of other pictures. Everyone screamed and stood up, throwing their arms over their heads. But everyone was laughing. It was Fred would have wanted…

Harry put his arms around Ginny and kissed her. Her eyes still sparkled with tears and Harry held her close to him. Ginny buried her face in his arms. She needed to feel safe for a moment and remember Fred. She's going to live her life now. And she's going to love it with all her heart… For Fred…

Mrs. Weasley was now standing with her arms wrapped around her husband. Her eyes were closed. Fred could never be replaced. She knew that. She also knew that somehow he was all around her. Somewhere, he was still laughing and smiling… And she knew he love her… Molly hugged her husband even more tightly… For Fred…

Angelina Johnson stood in the middle of it all. Her arms were thrown wide out to her side. Her face was lifted up towards the heavens. Her eyes were tightly closed. It was like she was drinking everything in and sending a message up to the sky… I love you… Until the end, Fred, until the end…

Percy had sat down on the grass and was laughing joyfully through tears. For the first time in his life, Percy felt like he really belonged. He would laugh now, and enjoy the moment. For Fred…

Up on the little platform, George Weasley had pocketed his wand. He was the only one who was still crying strongly but he was smiling too. He looked up at the sky filled with colours.

'Fred, mate,..' he whispered. 'I miss you like hell, bro. I hope you can talk to me, like we used to… it's like… you took a part of me when you left. Just… don't leave me, ok? ... I'd live for you too, you hear? I'd live for the both of us.'

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