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~Stunt Double - George Weasley' pov~

WARNING: This imagine contains spoilers and will probably make you cry. Please do not steal my song for it is an original tribute that I wrote for the twins (hopefully I'll be able to upload it soon)

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"You're joking, Percy! You're actually joking! I don't think I've heard you joke since you were-" Fred was cut off.

I stumbled backwards in shock. As my back slammed against the wall behind me, the world before me seemed to crumble. My eyes fell on Fred. The smile from the moment before was still plastered upon his face but his eyes showed surprise from the shock of the attack. I stood there, traumatised, as my brother, my twin, my best friend fell to the floor.
He wasn't dead. He couldn't be dead. I wouldn't let him.

I wasn't even bothering to defend myself against the ricocheting spells that were flying in my direction. I stared into his still open eyes, exactly like my own except mine were burning; welling with tears that caused my vision to blur. I rushed to his side and collapsed to my knees . His chest ceased to rise. Shakily, I lifted two fingers to his neck. His pulse was gone.
Fred was dead. He was really dead.

Was there even a point in me fighting anymore? I let out a strangled shout. A part of myself was being torn from me. I had never lived in a world without Fred and I sure as hell didn't want to start now. All of my senses had been muted. Eventually, I partially gained some awareness of the gory fight around me and the pleading shrieks of someone calling me to follow them to safety. A flash of ginger hair darted past me and one of my two brothers fought the death eaters who had brought about Fred's death.

My head was buried in his chest, sobbing, and my hands tightly gripped his shoulders. I begged him to stop playing a joke on me and to wake up but it was more like a muffled mess. I knew he would never joke about something like this but anything was better than believing that my brother was gone.

I pinched my arm so hard that it instantly turned a bruised shade of purple. But, if I was being brutally honest, a part of me didn't want to wake up from that nightmare to a groaning Fred, chucking a pillow at Ron or Ginny who had come to wake us. But at the same time, the rest of me was dying for it all back.

Without my consent, hot tears began to stream down my face and leaving small marks on his shirt. Someone attempted to rip me away from him... But I couldn't leave my brother. He would be alone, defenceless and surrounded by the dark wizards who had killed him. I spoke my thoughts and Percy helped me hide him in a niche behind a suit of armour. I closed his eyes, letting myself believe that he was only sleeping.

A pair of arms dragged me down the corridor and I turned to see my twin for what could easily be the last time. I could just make out the top of his head from behind the statue where he was hidden. It was just the unmistakable, telltale flash of ginger hair. That was the image I would remember, blurred with tears, for the rest of my life.

-A/N-
I apologise. I've read this to a couple of my friends and they both teared up.. One also shrieked.