Some days it was harder than others. The days when whenever I closed my eyes, I saw a flash of his smile. When I would walk into a room and a memory of him would hit me like a block of concrete. Those were the days when I would just curl up on the floor and pray to whoever was up there that I would just go numb. But, I kept going for the only person I had ever cared for as much as him.
Over and over I relived the day of Fred Weasley's death. The laugh frozen on his face. The flash of bright green light. One of my best friends body crumpling to the ground. That day I had sobbed so loud. Only one person had been louder. My other best friend George Weasley. He was the only other thing I remembered about that day. I remember looking into his eyes after it happened and running into his arms. We held each other so tightly, as though keeping the other from breaking apart. It had been a month since that day. I still had nightmares every night.
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FanfictionY/n is best friends with George Weasley. The story flashes back and forth between present time, after the war and Fred's death, and Yn's memories of the twins and their time at Hogwarts.
