Chapter 2

"George, darling, you look pale. Are you alright? Do you need something?", his mother greeted him with a worried expression. She looked tired and her eyes were red. Of course she had cried again.

George didn't answer her questions but sat down on his usual chair next to the free one. This felt horrible, but he didn't care. For once, he smiled at the free chair and at his siblings and at his dad and at his mom, at the big clock and at everything else. Really, he felt happy.

Bill and Fleur were there, too. Even Percy came for dinner, George's smile faded a little as he looked at the free chair where Charlie should sit. He was missing, that was bad. They should've all been together on this day.

"Here's the soup. Ron, could you please hand this over to Fleur? Thanks, nice. Here, this is yours. Ginny, I know you don't like soup – Please take it anyway, nice, wonderful. Percy, take this. Careful! Hot! Here's yours, George. Oh, I forgot yours, Fre-..", she stopped and her eyes widened. Everyone looked at George, but he just smiled.

"That's alright mom, I guess Fred's not hungry. Just sit down."

Everyone stared at him, nobody said anything. Well, this wasn't what they expected. George sighed, "Just eat, everyone!"

Slowly, they took their spoons and started eating, glancing at George here and then and exchanging worried looks with each other.

Dinner was soon over, nobody wanted to sit around the table longer than they had to. George went back upstairs into the twins' room. He couldn't think of it as his room.

He sat down at the desk and looked at the photo on top of all the others. Fred and George in their Quidditch-robes, looking pretty excited. It was taken in their fourth year at Hogwarts, right before a game against Slytherin. They lost, but well – It was fun anyway. Fred and George never cared too much about winning, not as much as the others. They just liked the parties after they won.

He put the photos on top of the big brown book, next to the piece of paper with the names and took the letter in his hands. He didn't dare to read it, but he knew what it said. He had wrote almost the same letter, but that one was long gone. Burned. He needed to write a new one this night.

Three hours later almost everyone in the Burrow had gone to bed. Ginny sat on the floor in her room and wrote a letter to her boyfriend Harry while George sat on the floor in his room and wrote a letter to his whole family. He wanted to keep it short, he knew his mom wouldn't be able to read through it anyway. She would cry, but George tried not to think of it too much – He just had to be reckless, he knew how to do it. Maybe Fred had always been right and he was just too kind-hearted. It didn't matter anymore.

Around him on the floor were some letters he started but then stopped, threw them away and started a new one. This was harder than he had expected. He wanted to have everything inside, there shouldn't be a question left open. It was just so hard without knowing what the others would think and he felt like the biggest idiot out there. He felt evil, worse than any Deatheater could be.

Another two hours later George was the only one still awake in the Burrow. His letter was finished, lying on the desk next to the older one. George sat at Fred's bed. What was he doing? He couldn't do it, he was a coward. He was so scared and he felt so bad about it. Fred didn't have a choice and he died laughing! Why couldn't George do it? Well of course, Fred had always been the braver one, but they were both sorted into Gryffindor for a reason, right?

He took in a heavy breath and suddenly stopped. If his family found him like this, they wouldn't read the letters first. No way. They needed to know everything.

He stood up and took the envelopes (muggle-ones) and left the room. He brought the letters into the kitchen and dropped them onto the table. Right in the middle, were everyone saw them. Then he went back upstairs.

He knew many unnecessary and many helpful spells, but he didn't knew how to make a door shut until the person who wants to enter finishs reading a letter. He wanted to make sure that they read them before they found him, but it seemed like he just had to trust his family to do what he wrote them.

He couldn't hesitate anymore, everything was prepared. He couldn't live his life anymore because he had already destroyed everything. He had to finish it, he had planned everything. No struggling anymore, he told himself. He could almost see Fred laughing with his finger pointed at him, shouting 'coward'.

He made himself comfortable in Fred's bed, put the covers over himself and opened the small bottle with the silver liquid in it. It looked like veritaserum, but it was much more dangerous. It was the twins' last invention and it hadn't been tested before. George would test it himself and if it worded it would be the last thing he ever tested, drank or did.

With another deep breathe of air and a glance around the room, he drank the bottle out. Then he let it disappear and turned on his side. He chose his most comfortable sleeping position – it was also Fred's – and felt his eyes closing. He became tired, more tired with every second. There wasn't much time left, they could save him now. If they hurried, they could surely save him now! He tried to open his eyes, but he was already too weak. He started panicking without moving his body, his heart tried beating faster but it couldn't and then everything went black. He couldn't leave with a smile like he planned, it was just so scary. He was so afraid..

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