A Broken Promise, A Broken Heart

Even though it had only been two days, George already knew the way to his beloved twin brother's grave.

He knelt down in front of it and greeted Fred, in hope that somehow he would hear him. George believed he could, ever since Fred died he felt like someone was with him. He hoped it was Fred.

George took a deep breath before he started talking.

“Everyone misses you...” It felt a little awkward for George to talk to his brother’s headstone, but he ignored the feeling and went on.
“You’ve touched so many lives, Freddie... And you left us all...”

George couldn’t be angry with Fred, even though he had left him and taken away the half of him. He loved his brother too much to be angry with him. In the end, it wouldn’t bring him back, it didn’t stop George from crying though.
Somewhere deep inside him, George was proud of Fred. Proud that he kept fighting, knowing it could happen. George knew Fred wanted to die laughing or fighting and according to Percy the last thing he did at the Battle of Hogwarts was laughing. Even though he hated that Fred had to die, he was glad Fred had gone the way he wanted to.

“It hurts that you’re not here anymore, Freddie... I don’t seem to be able to move on...” George felt tears forming at the corners of his eyes. He had cried a lot lately and he honestly thought he wouldn’t be crying anymore, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold the tears back.

“I miss you, Freddie... I miss the jokes...”

George remembered all the things they’d done. The day they nicked the Marauders Map from Filch. The day they tried to put their names in the Goblet of Fire.
He smiled at the thought of it, but his smile disappeared just as quick as it had appeared on his face.

“I try to avoid the things that remind me of you.” he admitted. “I even try to avoid mirrors...”

George felt weak, he didn’t like the feeling. Neither did he like the idea of not being a twin anymore. He hated it. Sometimes he waited for Fred to finish his sentences but realised that Fred would never be able to do so and that he really isn’t here anymore. That he wouldn’t come back.

“Why did it had to be you?” George couldn’t help but to ask the question. Either way he wouldn’t get an answer and even if there was some kind of way to talk to Fred, he knew that Fred wouldn’t be able to answer that question himself.

“I hope you’ve found my ear.” George smiled weakly and remembered the day it had been cursed off.
He closed his eyes allowing the memory to fill his mind.

He opened his eyes slightly and saw Fred, who knelt next to his bed, a worried expression on his face.

“How are you feeling Georgie?” He asked as he saw that his twin had opened his eyes.

“Saint-like.” George murmured.

“Come again?” Fred thought that George had gone crazy until he saw the familiar (weak) grin on George’s face.

“Saint-like.” George’s hand moved to the spot where his ear used to be. “I’m holey, Fred. Get it? Holey.”

Fred smiled in relief and said. “Pathetic. A whole wide world of ear-related humour and you go for I’m holey. That’s pathetic.” Even though it was, he was glad that George was already joking. It didn’t matter that it was a pathetic joke.

“Reckon I’m still better-looking than you.”

Usually, Fred would’ve objected but he let it go... for now. He didn’t feel the need to object. Although they both loved their pranks and jokes, they both knew when it was enough, they didn’t always show it that they know but they do. Fred and George usually tried to lighten up the situation with their jokes. Most people did appreciate that.

“Now seriously. How are you feeling?”

George could see the concern in Fred’s eyes and decided to answer a bit more seriously. Knowing that it wasn’t really the time for jokes.

“I’m fine, Fred. Still feeling a bit weak, I lost a lot of blood you know. But I’ll probably be joking around again tomorrow.”

Fred remained silent and George could see that something else was on Fred’s mind, and he saw that it was bothering him, big time.

“Wat is it?”

Of course George saw there was something else. And Fred didn’t feel the need to deny the fact that there was actually bothering him.

“I thought I would lose you.” Fred said honestly.

If it had been another situation, George would have laughed. Lose him. George snorted mentally. Who did Fred think he was? He was George Weasley for Godric’s sake. As if he would leave his twin brother. Who else would tease him?

“It takes more than a stupid curse to kill me, Freddie.”

Fred cringed at the words and the fact that it could’ve happened. He looked at George.

They remained silent for a couple minutes. It didn’t take long before Fred broke the silence once again.

“Don’t leave me Georgie. Don’t you dare to ever think about leaving me here alone. Promise me.” Fred’s tone became demanding. He was desperate to hear George’s promise.

“Only if you promise the same.” George said, serious now.

Mrs. Weasley would’ve been proud if she had heard the twins’ conversation. It rarely happened that the twins had conversations this serious. Even though she might not like the subject.

Fred nodded at his brother’s words and then they spoke in unison.

“Promise.”

George opened his eyes, realising he was crying again. He couldn’t help himself. He was the one stuck here without his brother. George wondered if there was something after the life on earth. He wondered if Fred missed him too, wondered if he knew George was here at his grave.
He wiped away his tears before he spoke again, still crying.

“You said you wouldn’t leave me, Fred. You promised me you wouldn’t. You promised...”

Those words were the last George Weasley ever said.