Through His Eyes(G.W Story)

1. NIGHTMARE

Dead Bodies lying everywhere. Families crying for their loved ones lost and what was I doing? Sitting at the black lake shutting down my emotions right after Harry killed Voldemort. Yes, we have won but at what cost. We lost so many people and one of them happen to my twin, my partner in crime, the one who I'm comfortable living behind his shadow all the time. How am I supposed to live now?

I was sitting alone near the lake when I felt a cold breeze behind my neck, then I heard whispers near my ears. "It could have been you" it kept repeating again and again. Suddenly my surrounding was covered with white mist and cloud-like fog. I quickly got up then look around franticly. I jerked away in fear when I felt someone grabbing my shoulder.

"It should have been you who died" I heard some familiar voices. it's everywhere. Hands were visible through the thick fog coming for me. I felt trapped, nowhere to run. I try to back away till I felt something stiff behind my feet. I look down to my horror it was Fred's body cold as ice, stiff as aboard. I felt some pulled my feet and dragging me. I screamed but don't know for what reason. I did want to die but for some reason, my fears are rising. I was a drag to the lake and my head was pushed into the black lake. Struggling to breathe as I tried to release their grip from my neck. The person then pulled me up from the lake only to find a scary, lifeless-looking Fred. "IT COULD HAVE BEEN YOU!" then he pushed me back into the lake. I know Fred, it could have been me.

I woke with sweats all over my body. I was having trouble breathing. Panic attack. The most common thing to happen to a person after a nightmare. Typical. What can I say? Try having your death twin haunting you in your dreams for a year. Yes, a year. Today it will one year since the war. One year since Voldemort died, one year since the fallen 50. One year since my twin died. Have I moved on? No. But do I look like I've moved on? Yes. Why? So that my family doesn't pester me on going to therapy. I don't need one. I have no time for one. I have a shop to run.

I run my now brown hair through my fingers then got off from my bed. I look at the clock only to find it's one hour till opening. So much for sleeping well. I went to the bathroom and took a shower. While taking a shower I heard my telephone ringing. Hermione taught us how to use a muggle phone and I have to say it's much better than patrons. I wrap myself with a towel then got out of the shower still wet to pick up the phone. "Hello?" I said while waiting for them to reply. "George, where are you? we're at King's cross waiting for you." My mom said franticly. I frown at her tone. Why are they waiting for me at the King's Cross? Then I remembered that they were going to Fred's grave in Hogwarts along with other families who lost their loved ones that day. "Mom. I'm sorry but I can't come. Something came up and it's really important. You can all go without me." I lied. nothing came up. I just didn't want to face him. Not in front of my family. I can hear my mom's angry voice from the other side of the phone. "George. You can't do this to yourself. What is so important that you can't visit your brother's grave?! Don't shut us down please?" my mother pleaded. I don't want to be a jerk but I can't just face him how. "Mom I just don't want to face him with you guys. So please leave me alone and go." I snapped and put down the phone without waiting for her reply.

I'm just done with everyone asking "are you ok?" or "it will be better" or "Fred doesn't want you to be like this". do they really think I took their advice? Do they really think it will be ok? It's just so stupid that people think all of this will go away. This pain, this grief, this hallow filling in my life will just go away. I got dress into my work robes then took out my wand, kept it in my pocket then left my room. As I close my room door, I take a look at Fred's room across me. I took a deep breath and went downstairs to the shop. I wave my wand to clean up any mess and open the shop. As always people came rushing in to get our joke products. Kid's laughter and parents yelling at their kids to behave. Same old every day.

After a few hours, it was lunchtime but I didn't have any appetite. I was so busy with my job that I didn't notice Ange and Lee were there. I heard the bell ring to alert the staff. I turn around to find Lee and Ange holding a takeout box. "Come on big guy. did you possibly think that we will let you go through this alone do you?" Angelina chuckles. I gave them a small smile and went to hug them. "Go upstairs. I will meet you after I put on a sign." I said while arranging some boxes. They went upstairs and I use my wand to flip the sign to "break". I went upstairs to find them setting the table.

 Without turning around from the table Lee called "come on mate. I bought your favorite, tangerine chicken rice with carb sticks." we sat down and ate in silence then I saw another take-out box that was not open. Curiosity got into me and I point my chopstick towards the box "who's that for?" Angelina and Lee were looking at each and other then back at me. "That is actually for us. You know since it's Fred's love lemon chicken, right?" lee asked and I nod "so we thought we can eat his favorite today. As a tribute to him" Ange continued.

 I nod at them and they serve some lemon chicken for everyone then we went silent. It's a nice gesture but ever since Fred died, I can't participate in any conversation or anything that relates to Fred. "Your mom called. she's worried you know" Ange breaks the silence. I just kept eating without acknowledging them. "George. you have to go today. you can't keep shutting us out. Shutting all of us out," Ange said in a caring tone as if she was talking to a child. I look at them. Faces looking at me with worried and sadness. I don't need that now.

 "Thanks for the food guys but I have a shop to run," I said while flicking my wand to clean up my plate then walk towards the door but it was shut by Lee's wand. I sign and turn to them. "You have to stop this. We are worried sick about you George. When was the last time you had to meet your family? Hell, you started to open us a few months back. And that after we beg you to talk to us." I stood still with no emotions on my face. "Please go meet him. He would be happy" Lee begged. I gave him a nod "I will think about it. Can I go now?". I went downstairs to continue with my job. I was planning on visiting him but now to think about it. Do I really want to?

(A/N: Hey. Yeah, I know. But he will get better. I promise)