He thought that Fred would have been there by now. He met him everyday in the same spot, everyday, at the same time. His heart started to beat rapidly in his chest, almost hyperventilating, to breath. He turned around, and nodded, looking at the sky.He's coming. Just give him some time, he just is running late. It's fine, Freddie's coming.
'This is getting unhealthy, George.'
Turning around, George, almost scowled at his little sister, who was wearing a very large oversized magenta suite, with a deep frown upon her face. She hated doing this every single day, but to her dismay, she couldn't stand to see George so sad.
'G-ginevra, you didn't drink it.' George spotted, and pointed to her hand, which held a silver flask. 'Drink it. Please. Just a few more times, Gin..' Before he knew what he was doing, he fell to his knees, with a look of freight upon his screwed up features. 'D-drink it.' He said, and pleaded with his younger sister.
'George, this is getting out of hand. Please.' She strolled forward, and pushed up the sleeves to it, which made George flinch, because she might wrinkle it. 'It's been going on for months, now. Harry's wondering where i'm going everyday, and I can't tell him.'
'Ginny...Ginny please!' He said and looked up, with a look of great pain on his features. 'Drink it..A-and leave a little for the end.. if you drink it twice, you can have tomorrow off..yeah?'
Thinking about it for a few moments, she let her sleeves fall back down her left hand, and pulled up her right arm, to unscrew it. She turned though, and began to walk away, shaking her head. George's obsession with this was getting worse and worse, every month.
'G-ginny where are you going!?' He hollered as she walked back through the path into the woods, looking back only once, and shaking her head as a sorry. Nobody could blame her, if they knew, she thought. She had be consoling her older brother for months, since the war, and nobody could blame her for getting tired. Fred was her brother too, and she missed him just as much. 'G-ginny please! I need him!' George fell onto his hands now, and without even realizing began to shake, and tremble, trying to surpress the rage he felt inside at his selfish little sister. Molly hadn't raised her that way! In a fit of rage, tears rolled down his cheeks, which was quite natural now, his hands dug into the wet ground. His whole suite was starting to get wet, and rain began to drizzle. He couldn't believe Ginny would walk away after making a promise like that. He just couldn't. His heart started to throb again, George hated it when this sort of thing happened. It felt like his whole chest was closing up on him, and like he was drowning in his own blood. He knew it wasn't supposed to be that way. Fred wasn't supposed to be... what he was. He refused to accept it.
'Thought I heard your deaftoned cryin'. Don't bottle it up though, Mate.'
Looking up, into none other than his twin's eyes, George apparated into a standing position, still bawling loudly. He had never felt a pain as fierce as this one; to know that everything he had done with Fred was gone. '...M-my s-shadow doesn't look like you.' He whispered into Fred's ear, and pulled him into a hard, warm hug. It felt good to be there, in Fred's presence...in his arms, in his heart again. '...M-mum's made me write y-you a letter...H-here..' He pulled away for a moment, at the smiling Fred's face. Reaching into his innner pocket, George pulled out a envelope, and thrusted it at Fred who still didn't say anything. 'I ... I miss you Freddie..I miss you.' He took a step forward, but suddenly felt tired.
'Well Georgie, I miss you too, mate. Its quite cold up there,' He pointed upwards, and took the envelope, sighing quietly. 'Send food. Get it? I can't eat anymore.'
'... Y-your jokes are so cheesy, Fred.'
'I'm going to take this, though, okay? I need somethin' new, since Lupin and Tonks took my artsy magazines, if you know what I mean.' He nudged George, and Ginny could feel her heart break. She couldn't do this anymore. Seeing that joy on George's face, it haunted her at night. It hurt, to see George have a happiness, which she knew was only temporary.
'H-heh...Freddie, Ginny says we shoulnd't do this anymore. Can you believe her?' The pictures in his mind began to blurr now, with the approaching subject. 'Honestly, she thinks shes our sister!' With a nervous laugh, he fell into Fred's chest, beginning to cry again. 'I-i c-can't make it through life without you. E-everyday is gray, I hate being so...s-so lonely! My other half is dead, a-and I can't bring you back! I-i've searched the forbidden forest for the stone for months, Fred. I've looked all over, I can't find it!!' Clutching into Fred's magenta suite, the other twin, shook violently. '... B-but I-i have to say goodbye now... I-i don't want to Freddie.' He looked at him, with tearfilled eyes, which flooded down his face now. 'I-i don't want to stop talking with you...Freddie i need you.' He whispered.
'Georgie porgie, you can say goodbye. Remember when we saw Harry in Hagrid's arms? I was there. I was there with you, Mate.' In a soft voice, Ginny rubbed George's back, and held him there. 'I saw Harry there, and his bestfriends were there, and ready to say goodbye. Neville had already said goodbye, and so did Ron and Hermoine. George, you've already said goodbye to me.'
'No i haven't. You still mean so much to me-'
'And I always will. Just like you're my favorite too. But I need to go back okay? Not to the place in between, but I need to go home now.'
'.... you can't. Take me with you.' It started off naive, but now George was looking into the other's eyes with a fierce determination, that scared Ginny to the core. 'I can't be left alone again...t-the voice in my head, they say to do bad things...' George's eyes were dried now, but the rain had started to fall in large blotches rather than drizzling. The pair paid no heed to it, but rather ignored it, as if it was a bug. 'I can't go back to the burrow.'
'Death is something you have to face head on, mate! It's a whole new adventure, life is. Think of all the sick babes that you get now that, my precious mug isn't plaguing you? '
'Living would be quite the adventure.' Was all George said, and wiped his hair up out of the way of his forehead. 'But Fred...who's going to run the shop with me?'
