George Weasley didn't feel anything.
He wasn't sad. No, sadness didn't cover it. He was beyond just that, beyond enraged. He was more than heartbrokened. Not disappointed, not devastated.
But the thing was, despite having this emotion in his chest, he didn't feel anything.
There was no familiar conscience or presence he could always feel.
Nothing.
And in that moment, as George sat beside his twin's fallen body, he only wished that it had been him instead.
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Redamancy || Draco Malfoy
FanfictionOur world was so full of stereotypes; judgement being passed without concrete evidence. I lived my life right smacked in the middle of stereotypes. Every day, every breath was judgement. When I was born, I was judged to be a handful. When I was six...
