He had felt it.
It was as though half his soul had been suddenly ripped from his chest. He had been in the midst of battling one of the many Death
Eaters when the feeling came on. He had been forced to dive to the side, some other student stepped up and took his place. Just as well
because he couldn’t have moved.
He stared off in space, seeing past the castle walls, past the forest, the sky, past this world. The pain rippled through him, a deep
crushing ache that permeated from deep within. Tears prickled in his eyes. There was only one thing that this could mean. Stumbling
blindly to his feet, he marched through the death and destruction as though a ghost that couldn’t be touched. Everyone seemed to fear
him, because he was not stopped as he rounded the corner and stopped. There he was...his other half. Their older brother was yelling at
him, yelling at him to wake up, to come back. But he knew, knew that there was no coming back. Studying his face he saw that there was a
smirk etched there forever. A sob tried to rip its way through his throat. Diving forward he felt the deep hot tears working their way down
his face. Deep pain cut at his heart, he felt as if he would not survive this. He couldn’t survive. Without Fred what was there? Fred was his
lifeline. Fred knew what he was thinking almost before he did. His best friend, his brother, and now he was a pale white statue.
Kneeling beside him he started to whisper “Fred this isn’t funny. I know I know we’re the masters of pranks but this one just went too
far.” He felt Percy put a hand on his shoulder, shrugging it off he dove forward picking his brother up by the collar. He stared into his still
smirking face, the face that was staring beyond, at something no one alive was priviliged to see.
“Come on you-you can’t do this. Think of our shop!”Another painful rip, a sob slipped through as he pressed his face into Fred’s chest.”
Think..think of all the pranks there are still left to create. Think of our siblings, think of Harry! You know what this will do to him!” He
pleaded with the body feeling as though he was falling and drowning in the depths of a black ocean, with no light in sight. Fred remained
Staring down at his brother, tears streaming freely from his eyes, hiccoughing sobs making their way through him, he looked up. “THink
of me, how am I supposed to continue without you?!” He heard gasps behind him but began to howl.
His other half was gone. His friend, his brother, and partner in crime. George sobbed until he had nothing left. Laying his brother gently
down, he placed Fred’s hands across his chest. Leaning forward he closed his staring eyes, brushed a hand across his forehead.
Whispering he said “They won’t get away with this. They’ve messed with the wrong Weasley’s. I know your with me Gred.”
Standing he yelled “ Let’s give them Hell!”
George jumped back into the fight, and felt certain he heard the smirking voice along side him, and felt the extra power behind his wand.
They would win this.
He wouldn’t die in vain.