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My Immortal by Mischief_managed18
Chapter 1 : My Immortal
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Characters belong to the amazing JK Rowling and song lyrics for My Immortal belong to Evanescence. <3

It had been three months since the final battle. Three whole months since George’s twin had died. His best friend. His other half.  His everything. He had never felt more alone and some part of him still clung to Fred and everything he represented.

I’m so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave, I wish you would just leave
Your presence still lingers here and it won’t leave me alone

George hadn’t shed a single tear since his brother died. Sure, he missed his brother like crazy but he couldn’t let go. He couldn’t acknowledge the fact that his brother was truly gone. He couldn’t be alone. Running the joke shop was becoming increasingly difficult. He just didn’t feel like joking anymore. Business was booming now that people weren’t afraid to be out on the streets and everyone was ready to have the laugh they’d needed for so long. It didn’t seem to bring him the joy it used to.

These wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase

At this point, George didn’t know how he could go on any longer. His family didn’t know how to comfort him. No one truly understood his pain. Yes, his other siblings had lost a brother, but not in the same way. He knew his parents were beside themselves with grief, no one should have to bury their son, but still, it wasn’t the same for them. No one understood his pain. Fred was always there for him. From the beginning… and vice versa.

When you cried, I’d wiped away all of your tears
When you’d scream, I’d fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

His mind kept replaying all his memories from when they were younger.  Their fifth birthday when they had each received whoopee cushions, something Ginny still says began their whole pranking and joke career. He remembered placing Fred’s under his mother’s cushion and when she had sat down and, of course, looked  absolutely mortified, he remembered how hard Fred had laughed until she took it out from under her and saw, “Fred” scrawled across it. He remembered how hard he had laughed and the look on Fred’s face as Molly had freaked out. 

He remembered how often they’d gotten each other in and out of trouble. All their countless pranks at Hogwarts.  He remembered their countless successful pranks and all the times they had been reduced to tears from laughing so hard afterwards. Their grand exit stunt from Hogwarts and the swamp that was left in their honor. Most of all he remembered his voice.

Their late night conversations in the dorm at Hogwarts. Their late night escapades and how often they landed the two of them in detention. Quidditch practice and Quidditch games, yelling back and forth at each other as they slammed those damn bludgers around the pitch. The night Fred told George that he had feelings for Angelina and how, despite his own feelings, he pushed them down until George finally blurted out that he did as well. The fact that that made them laugh for hours.  

You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Now, I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me

He didn’t know what to do anymore. He was completely alone. All of his memories included Fred. Every single one. Except perhaps when he asked out Angelina all those years ago. But even then Fred had encouraged him for days before until he worked up the courage to finally ask her out; Fred had threatened to as her out himself but that was the last straw and George finally did it.

These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase 

“George.” No. No. NO! This wasn’t possible. Fred couldn’t be here. He shook his head to clear it and sat down at his desk in the back of the store.

“George look at me.” Impossible. He looked up and saw his twin standing there in the doorway. He immediately jumped to his feet, ready to slug whoever was playing this sick joke.

“FRED?!” He shouted, “impossible, you can’t be here. You’re not here. I’m imagining things.”

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me

“George. You need to move on. You need to do something with your life. Don’t keep dwelling on the past. It’s killing me to watch you like this. I mean I’m already dead but you know what I mean-” he trailed off but George began yelling once more.

“HOW CAN YOU EVEN JOKE LIKE THAT?” George shouted at his brother, tears now threatening.

“George get a hold of yourself. You did the same thing when your ear was blown off. Look, I know you haven’t accepted my death but I have. That’s why I’m still here. To make sure that you accept this and move on with your life. Get out and do something. Talk to Angelina again. Stop ignoring her calls and yes, I know about that, don’t give me that look.”

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me, I've been alone all along

“Fred. I can’t just let you go. I can’t move on that easily I mean you’re my TWIN.” His eyes stung now and he kept trying to blink back the tears but he knew it wouldn’t be long before they burst forth.

“George. I will always be there. I just won’t be visible to you. Talk to me whenever you need me and I’ll do the best I can but just let me go. Please.” That finally did it. Please. It echoed around in his head. Please. Please. Please.

George burst into tears. He couldn’t handle this. He finally let go all of the tears and hurt and anger and sadness he had been holding in these past months. He couldn’t trap his brother here, it wasn’t fair to him. He knew that he had to let go. It was time. He was going to call Angelina and finally talk. He was going to go to his family. He was going to finally visit Fred’s grave. He was going to make things right. He was going to let go of that stubbornness.

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have all of me, me, me


***Updated and Edited 4/14***

Thank you all for reading!! Writing this made me cry. Let me know what you guys think and how I can perfect this. PLEASE review!! I need it. Badly. Be BRUTAL!! Love you guys.



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