RP: George and Fred. To be joined by multitude of Angels and Weasleys. Date & Time: 2 May, 1998 Post Type: RP Status: Open: Public Character(s): George Weasley, Ginny Weasley Location: The Great Hall, Hogwarts Summary: George can't move.
No. The word echoed through his mind. Had been, really, for what felt like hours.
No.
Fred couldn't be lying on the floor.
No.
Couldn't be dead...
No...
George knelt helplessly next to his brother, his twin, the one person he never had to tell all his secrets to, because he already knew. The person who'd been beside him practically every moment of his life, until now...
"You take that way," Fred called, taking off in the opposite direction with a handful of students, ready to find and defend the secret entrances to the school. He'd grabbed Lee and sprinted in the other direction, headed for the one-eyed-witch.
They'd fought their way through corridors full of Death Eaters, dodged hexes and rocks, stationed students to defend entrances everywhere they knew of one...
It had felt like days since he'd seen Fred, when he and Lee dragged into the Great Hall.
Someone moved nearby. George couldn't be bothered to look. He only had eyes for his brother, the blood in his hair, the unbruised scrape across his forehead. George pulled the sleeve of his jumper over his wrist and pressed it to the side of Fred's face, dabbing away the blood. It didn't well to fill the cut again, proving... proving...
No.
He couldn't be dead. Fred Weasley could not be dead. George put a hand on his brother's chest, stunned nearly numb with the suddenness of his grief. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't speak. His mother stood sobbing in his father's arms, his brothers and sister had stood helplessly nearby, and it had taken time, but they'd drifted away. Not far, but still, checking on friends, offering help to those they could help.
And still, George sat, unable to move. Unable to think. Unable to breathe.