Fred's world fell apart when he heard a laugh and a hollow thud filled his ears. He took out his deatheater and turned to a lifeless redhead behind him. Falling to his knees he sobs over the lifeless body of his twin, George. He gently carries his brother into safety and fights with everything he has in him. Almost as if he can hear his brother cheer him on.
After the war Fred and the rest of the Weasley's carry George's body proudly, announcing him a hero for his bravery. At his funeral there were no fireworks or jokes, just tears and a Harry Potter holding a sleeping Teddy Lupin. After the funeral everyone headed to the Burrow, as soon as they arrive Fred heads up to his room locking himself in. Thinking about the words that escaped from Hermione's lips in her eulogy as she sobbed, "George was a true Gryffindor."
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She Fell For a Different Weasley(Fremione Fanfic)
FanfictionThe war is over. George is dead, Fred lives. Everyone is effected. Fred hides in his room crying on George's bed. Everyone tries to coax him out and fails. But, Hermione won't give up that easily. She camps out the door whispering reasssuring words...
