Fred Weasley Didn't Die

The hospital wing was a scary place. Well it was for George. Especially now he was alone. Alone even though his family were surrounding him and his twin. During his time at Hogwarts, George only visited the hospital wing a few times; it was never for his twin. Normally it was for Harry. It was quiet even though it was crowded. Crowds of people sat around hospital beds, not saying a word. Just staring at the bodies laying on the bed in front of them. 

George was one of those people. He sat quietly, staring at himself laying on the hospital bed. Though it wasn't really him. It was his identical twin, Fred. George's face was blank, even though inside he was dying. Inside he was full of mixed emotions. The main emotion was shock. How could he believe that his twin was the dead? The twin he did everything with. The twin that he went everywhere with. He couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it nor did he even want to imagine life without him. How was he ever going to be happy again? That's the question he kept asking himself. Fred was his everything, Fred was the reason why George was always happy. Fred was always there for him. The bond between the two twins was so strong. Now that bond had been broken. George was never going to hear his twin laugh again; he was never going to see him smile again. George just couldn't cope.

It didn't seem real. Why would his happen to him? Why did it have to be Fred? Not that he would want any of his other siblings to die. George took a deep breath, wiping a lone tear from his cheek that had managed to escape from his tear filled eyes. He couldn't allow himself to cry again. Freddie wouldn't want that; no matter how hard he tried to bottle his emotions up, he couldn't stop his eyes from overflowing. Since carrying Fred's body from the Great Hall, George hadn't spoke a word, he couldn't bring himself to speak. He had started blaming himself for Fred's death. He could of protected his twin but he didn't. After wiping away another tear, George looked to his twins face and swallowed a lump in his throat then took a deep breath as he broke down - not able to bottle his emotions up any longer. George covered his face with his hands and started sobbing, "Why?" He managed to say through a hiccup. That's the question he wanted answering. Why Fred instead of him? Feeling someone's hand on his shoulder made him uncover his face. He looked up to see Ron, his younger brother, standing there with puffy-red eyes. George looked around, his cheeks now soaked with tears. He sniffled before taking another deep breath to calm himself down. No matter how much he wanted to cry or run away, he had to stay strong. Freddie wouldn't want him to cry.

"I'm sorry Freddie." George whispered, taking hold of his twins cold, pale hand and held it tightly. He placed a soft kiss on it then frowned, closing his eyes and stayed quiet. He frowned even more when he heard his mum speak. 

"We'll let you have a moment." She said in a shaky voice. He could tell she was trying her best to hold herself together. After that he heard the other get up and walk out. He shivered when Ronald removed his hand from his shoulder. 

"I'm sorry Freddie. I'm so sorry " George repeated once everyone was gone. George didn't want to be alone but he didn't want to be surrounded by his family either. He didn't know what he wanted but in the same way he did. He wanted his twin. 

"What you sorry for?" A voice said. George recognized this voice. It belonged to - no it couldn't be, George told himself. Fred was dead. It couldn't be Fred. George immediately opened his eyes, feeling Fred's hand suddenly start to warm up. He opened his eyes to be see Fred awake, rubbing his eyes as if he had just woken up from a long sleep. This couldn't be happening. Fred was dead. Was he imagining things? Had he fallen asleep and started dreaming? No. Why would his brain play such a cruel trick on him?

"But - But..." George was in complete denial. He wanted to believe Fred was alive but it couldn't be true. Fred was dead. 

"No..Fred..you're dead..why is happening..why is my brain playing a cruel trick on me.." George broke down in tears, looking at his twin who was now sitting up.

"What? Georgie no! I'm dead..why are you crying?" Fred frowned, looking at his twin. What was happening? Why was George saying he was dead? Fred was completely confused.

"But..the nurse said you were dead.. You had no pulse?" George wanted the truth. If this was a dream he wanted to wake up. He wanted to grieve without his brain making things worse. 

"Oh. No no! Georgie no. I wasn't dead. I was hit by a resurrectio spell during the explosion. Obviously a death eaters sick idea of a joke. I heard the spell being shouted during the explosion. It obviously must of hit me." Fred frowned, slowly standing up and held onto George's shoulder for balance. The resurrectio spell was a charm that made the victim appear dead. Mostly used by wizards and witches that want to fake their own deaths. George couldn't believe this. He started to hope this wasn't a dream. He wanted his twin. He need his twin actually. 

"I thought you were dead. I honestly thought I had lost you." George sobbed, standing up quickly and wrapped his arms around his twin tightly, holding him close.

"Oh Georgie. I'm not going anywhere, I promise." Fred whispered, wrapping his arms around George in return, feeling sorry for George. It was obvious he was deeply upset and it was going to take while for him to get his head around everything that had happened.