Told You You'd Be a Weasley

Goodbye

Danielle's POV

Finally I saw the bright red hair of my Weasley family. One, two, three, four, five...one's missing...one of the twins is missing! I don't think I've ever moved so fast, but when I got there I found the missing twin, I fell to my knees beside him.

*Flashback*

Ron didn't want to dance, he wanted to pout and talk about Hermione being with Viktor all night, but that was ok, I sat and complained about George being with her, I never bothered to learn her name. They danced around the floor, I heard that sweet laugh, I knew it was George. All I wanted to do was go back to my common room and cry. But I couldn't let Fred and George know I was upset. They'd sacrifice their good night to make sure I was ok. Wouldn't be fair to them, just smile and pretend you're ok. I thought as Fred walked over to me. He sat beside me, reached over me and smacked Ron in the back of the head, I chuckled.

"Dude what was that for?!" He yelped

"Take this pretty lady out to dance, ya git." Ron shrugged his shoulders and went back to glaring at the dance floor. I looked to Fred, he looked at me just as upset as I was. "He really should be here with you, you know."

"You should tell him that." It came out more aggressive than I wanted it to. I wasn't mad that George had found himself a date, I just wished it could have been me. "I mean I have been dying for him to ask me out since pretty much day one." I murmured, Fred squeezed my hand then turned to his date, Angelina, she was amazing, she made Fred smile more than I've ever seen.

"Would you mind if I took Danielle out for one dance since my brother is too dimwitted to do it himself?" she giggled and gestured to the dance floor. He stood up and reached out his hand. "May I have this dance?" I took his hand, I held it close as we walked to the dance floor together. That was how Fred was, he always knew exactly what I needed and he always made sure I got it. Ever since I had accidentally told him how I felt about George – back in first year before I could tell him and George apart and I thought I was telling George – he's made it his life's mission to get George and I together.

*Present day*

I searched the face of the twin, no bandages around his head, two ears. It was Fred. George was crying over the body as I fell down beside him. I put my hand silently on George's shoulder and squeezed. I knew it didn't mean much but at least he knew I was there. At least he knew that with Fred gone he wasn't alone. I stayed with George until he could pull himself away from the body, I had no plans of ever leaving his side.

When George stood up, I followed suit, he hugged his parents, his siblings, they all cried, I stood back. Yes he was my best friend but this was a family moment, I wouldn't interfere. Freddie you promised you'd be ok, you promised we'd see each other again, you promised that this evening wouldn't be our last goodbye. I sniffled, It was then Molly pulled me into their hug that I finally shed my tears. George finally looked at me, I've never seen him look like that before, he looked sad but at the same time so happy. He picked me up when he hugged me.

"Thank god your ok." He whispered. "I couldn't lose you both." We cried together, we stayed with Fred for a long time. His parents had left but George and I stayed. We weren't ready for our threesome to be a twosome.

I held Fred's hand, rubbing it like in some way he would know I was there, that somehow I would comfort him. That's when I noticed the note in his jacket. I pulled it out, there were two, one addressed to George and one to me.

"What's that?" George said peeking over my shoulder. I handed them both to him. He read his brother's handwriting and started to cry all over again. Neither of us opened the letters. When we finally were ready to leave, I kneeled beside Fred and closed his eyes, with a wave of my wand a rose appeared and I laid it in his hand that I had been holding for so long.

"Farewell my friend." I kissed his forehead. "Until we meet again." I stood up. George took a moment with Fred I produced another rose and handed it to him. He tried to smile but there was no heart in it. He placed the rose alongside mine before standing to leave. We went back to the burrow. He told me I should go home, go see my family, but I wasn't ready to leave his side yet. He let me stay the night with him. I stayed in his room. When he finally fell asleep I laid awake next to him and stroked the hair out of his face. The longer I watched him the more tears formed in my eyes, I knew he was alive, I knew he had made it out of the fight but it still felt like I could lose him at any moment.

I woke up in George's bed alone, he was gone. I got up and searched the house, I had to see him, I had to know he was ok. I found him not far from me though, he had snuck over to Fred's bed, he was laid up there. I sat beside him.

"Hey Stranger." I whispered gently, rubbing his arm to get his attention. He shook his head. He wasn't ready to talk about things yet. I nodded. I just rubbed his back while he laid there, we stayed in silence until Molly came in. She saw us in Fred's bed and the tears came so fast she almost fell over from the grief. I held her too. I held them both. They needed me to be strong. The one that had no bravery according to the sorting hat so many years ago, had to be the brave one, the strong one. Just goes to show you that the housing lines aren't always so clean cut.

I spent most of the day with George in him and Fred's room, I had to beg him to eat. He took a few bites of his dinner but it was no use trying to get much more down. This was how we spent the next two weeks.