Forever and always, until the end (Fred Weasley&Anertha Diggory) WattyAwards2013

Alone (new)

Written 26/1/2015

Alone

George retreated to the confines of his bedroom. There he sat alone. Surround by the memories of his brother; his twin. His face still glistened in the tears he had wept only hours ago as he buried Fred and his late wife Anertha. The two people he loved most in this world. How was he supposed to live now? It wasn't like he could befriend Cedric....he died years ago.

He stared into the mirror ahead of him, a mirror Anertha had installed, claiming the room needed brightening up. His reflection tore his heart....tore it and shrunk it considerably. Fresh tears ran down his face. "Oh Fred...." His voice was small, a mere whisper, he never wanted to talk again.

A knock on the door didn't startle him. He just didn't look up as whoever it was.

"George?" Ginny's voice rang through his ears. "Mum sent me to see if you wanted to eat?" He finally looked up to see her own pale and tear soaked face eyeing him in concern. He shook his head and she turned away.

"Gin...."

She turned back to him. "Yes?"

He gestured for her to come to him, his arms open. He may be without Fred but he knew he had a whole family downstairs. He didn't wish to see any of them, their faces of pity, but Ginny was always the one he preferred after his twin. She was just as broken as him. He held her tight as she sat down next to him, both staring at a moving picture of their brother and his partner. Their smiles, their look to the other, George was thankful at least they had each other up there.

"George?..."

"Yeah?"

She looked up at her big brother. "Do you think it hurt? Their death's?"

His face fell into a frown. "Maybe for a second....but it was an instant..." His voice broke. "....passing." He tried to comfort her but he the wrong person to do so.

Ginny shifted and got up, wiping her eyes. She headed for the door, taking one final look at George before leaving.

"I love you Gin..." He mumbled after she had closed the door.

He sighed and laid down, the pain weighing too heavy to stay upright. He was tired but didn't dare sleep. He didn't want to, but his body had other ideas, he fell into a shallow sleep soon after.

~~

Fred had plagued his dreams that night, and did so for nights after. For weeks he awoke screaming, with a sharp pain in his chest, his pillow wet with tears. He didn't leave his bed most days, he just laid there staring at the ceiling and old pictures. He couldn't even bring himself to see his own nephews, Fred's sons.

News of Mrs Diggory's death reached his ears from Percy, heart failure he said. George found the strength to leave his room at this stage and pay his respects to Anertha's mother, it was her death that had been the last straw for the woman, it broke her. He hadn't been looking well at the funeral. George stayed at the back at the graveyard, he was here for Anertha as she could not be here herself, he could cry at their graves later.

The plot cleared and soon it was just George standing before Mrs Diggory's fresh grave. She was buried bedside Cedric, who in turn had Anertha buried on the other side with Fred next to her. It was becoming a depressing row of deaths; young deaths. He sat down on the grass. Silently taking in the scene. He felt like he and Amos were the only ones left to mourn Anertha, her family was small in comparison to his. Fred has many left to cry over him, to remember him. As George sat between their graves he wished Anertha was still alive for she was the only one who would have truly known how he felt. How it felt to lose a twin. They were both twins left behind and he now knew her grief but unlike her he was alone to suffer. Alone in his true pain. Alone. But he would soldier on, not for himself but for them and their children.