It was the night before the big battle of Hogwarts. Fred and George laid in their beds in the shared, messy room. It was around three in the morning, the window letting in no light apart from the dim moon.
"Hey Freddie. You up?" George asked as he looked over in the darkness to where he knew his brother to be.
"Yeah." Fred said softly as he opened his eyes. "Can't sleep?" He asked
"No, my mind won't shut off. What if..."
"Someone we love dies? Mom," Fred continued his sentence for him. It was easy to do that when they knew each other better than anyone else.
"Dad."
"Ron."
"Little Gin."
"You." Fred whispered
"And you." George nodded slowly.
They were both afraid. They knew their lives weren't guaranteed tomorrow; low and behold that they both knew each other was scared too. Fred let out a breath and smiled sadly for a moment "want to come lay with me?" He asked, being the older twin, he did that whenever George was scared. They always went to each other for support. George got himself up and went over to Fred's bed and shimmied under the covers "thank you." He whispered, making Fred remember the time when George had a nightmare when they were only six years old, and Fred Let him lay with him. He did what he did back then, and put an arm around him to comfort him. Little did George know, this was the last embrace they would have...
