George never would do much. He just sat and stared into space like that for 2 years. One day, though, he had an idea. What if Ginny, who was good with this kind of stuff, broke his locking charms? He was trying to appear dead to them, but they would surely check his pulse. He could just use a 'temporarily dead' charm for that; no pulse or heartbeat for a minute and a half. But then they would bury him, and he'd starve. He could live in his room forever, but how could he stay?
When he went to sleep that night, it came to him. He'd just have to have a will, saying to lock him in his room forever if he died. He received that message from Fred, in the dream. He was also saying to get over him, live on. But George just wasn't ready. He couldn't, not quite yet. He still felt numb, and like he was dead, with a soul which has not quite escaped his body.
He woke up. He really did want to just live, have fun, run the shop again, and simply go outside. But those things just weren't the same; nothing was anything; nothing had feeling; without Fred. He found some parchment and an old quill, and set to work
*~George Weasley's Will~*
I, George Weasley, hereby declare that I shall not be buried. Please leave my body locked up in my room, lain on my bed. Do not do anything with my stuff, and please remember me. I know I'll be long dead by the time anyone reads this, possibly mostly decayed, but just remember: I love my family and friends very much. I just can not live without Fred. No, I'm not committing suicide. But I can't live like this, I'll die soon. So just remember what we were like, before that ill-fated date on which the Weasley twins died.
~George Weasley
Yes, that looked about right. Not just an ordinary will, it actually sent his last message to his family. He wouldn't really be dead, just living alone in his room. It sounded a lot more logical to just die for real and be with Fred. But something was holding him back. Something he'll never be able to explain. It just felt like suicide wasn't what Fred wanted him to do. And, he was right.
He hated doing this to his family. They had, until around June of the first year, talked to him through the door. They really did seem to miss Fred, and George. His mind must've been playing tricks on him when he thought they didn't care. They wanted him back. He knew he was believed dead. But surely they would one day come in, check their beliefs. He drifted back to sleep soon, having a nightmare about Fred. But these happened almost every night, so he was used to it. Besides, he couldn't scream.
"George, dear? I'm sure you're dead, you haven't eaten. But I can get in now, so either open up, if you're alive, or I'll come in my self," Molly's gentle voice came. George quickly used the 'temporarily dead' charm on himself, and a second later, Molly burst in. She saw George laying on the bed. She felt for a pulse, and there was none. She cried silently, why must twins always die together. Losing one was bad enough. Now George was gone. But he felt like he'd only died a second ago. There was still a last bit of warmth escaping him. How could he have lived so long without food? It must be her imagination. Then she saw a piece of parchment, and figured he wrote a will.
"I, George Weasley, hereby declare…" she read the whole thing. "Well, alright. Goodbye, Georgie. I will miss you. I know you're in a better place. May you and Fred make Heaven an even brighter place." and she left, sobbing now.
He woke up. That must be what it's like to die. It felt weird, and he saw the will missing. He knew he would now not get a chance to leave his room. If he was seen in public, that would just not work out. He was like Peter Pettigrew, he thought glumly, faking his own death. He then started remembering the time when he and Fred were in the joke shop, and Ron came in. He wanted a discount on something that was 5 galleons, and, as a brotherly discount, he ended up with a 10 galleon price. He chuckled in his mind. Then he started thinking of Fred, and reminded himself that Fred may be having a horrible time right now. He went to sleep, dreaming of Elliott and Bellatrix Lestrange torturing Fred, one that happened about once a week.
A/N: It sure is weird with so little dialogue… lol. But, I can really see this happening, so… yeah. Well, I'll update tomorrow probably.