Fred stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.
George had not been there. He cursed himself. He kicked himself. Then, he cried. The tears came without his control. His breath became fast. His eyes opened.
It was pitch dark. The castle stood high around him. Bangs, flashes, screams, and blood. War. The Battle of Hogwarts. Again, he was there. Again, he had to see, how he had not seen. Again, he had to go through it, again, he would have to hear him laugh. See him smile, and then, see him leave him. Again, he would have to win the war. Again, he would have to relive the death of his life's other part. The death of Fred.
George shook awoke. His entire body was shaking, trembling, from horror, and renewed grief. He was sweating. His chest heaved and fell, carrying with it unheard sobs. He shut his eyes, hoping to get away from it, to get away from the emptiness of his room, with its second bunk empty. But the flame burns brightest in the dark. He saw him again. Laughing. Until, until something blasted. Blasted them apart. And he couldn't do anything. He screamed, shouted till his throat went hoarse, but he could only scream. It was a terrible scream. A scream, that curdles blood. That only someone could make who had felt it. Who had truly felt death. Whom it haunted, and made forget the world. Whom it made want to curl up and cry and scream till they could unite with the parted. Whose life ripped away because of it.
Again tonight, he screamed, and cried, till he no longer could.
And just a floor below, his parents cried too, for these screams broke them more than their reason.
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Broken- George Weasley
FanfictionImagine you are a whole. Made up of two parts. You are living because of the two of your parts. And then... And then someone tears apart one part. Rips apart a part of you. It leaves you incomplete, searching, lopsided. It leaves you broken.
