Chapter 1 : (I miss you)
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George had learnt that the hard way.
Everybody kept telling him it would get better. Friends, family, people he
didn’t even know.
“It’ll be okay, you’ll be okay” They always said, and for awhile he almost
So he spent two weeks, not speaking, not crying, not feeling. He just
tried to focus only on that one thought that the ache in his chest where
his heart was meant to be, would eventually go away. But it never did, the
hammering ache never left his chest and slowly he wondered if they had all
lied to him.
Did it really get better? Or were they just saying that to make him feel
better? To give him a little hope?
He isn't sure that it will get better anymore, its an odd feeling. It's
like he's drowning because suddenly he can't swim. It's harder because he
could swim before. He could laugh and talk and smile, but he just doesn't
know how to anymore. There’s a lot of things he’s not sure he can do
This makes him want to scream, but he didn’t, because he wasn’t sure he
remembered how to. He wanted to cry, and scream and feel but he was too
scared because it hurt so much already, if he stopped being numb, it might
kill him, he decided. So he just thought only basic thoughts like how to
breathe and how to walk, and he tried not to think or feel.
His family were worried, he knew that. He had heard what they were saying,
he wasn’t stupid, just because he didn’t want to feel or think, didn’t
mean he was deaf. He had seen it on their faces too; they thought that
when they lost one, they lost the other as well.
Witch was kind of true anyway, he thought. They were a one, ‘Fred and
George’ now it’s just ‘and George’ and somehow he knows that isn’t right
It doesn’t really feel real, it’s impossible that he’s gone because he had
promised he’d never leave. But he knows it’s real because his chest aches
and he wants to cry but Dammit he just can’t.
Are you watching me right now? George wonders as he lies on his back and
tries not to look at the empty bed next to him.
Can you see how messed up things are? He thinks, because surely, he can.
George feels like he should be trying, but he just physically can't. He
feels like not just half his heart has gone missing, but all of it.
'Because you weren't just my other half' he says in his mind because he's
forgotten how to speak 'We were a whole'
But if his whole heart is missing, then why is his chest aching where his
heart used to be? George doesn't know.
George wonders, as the now familiar cries that wrack through the house
every night reach his ears, if he can see how he messed everyone and
everything up by leaving.
His mother bursts into tears every time her watery eyes land on George.
His father is quiet and scared and his youngest brother and sister fight
more then they used too. George thinks about how if he was here they could
stop the fighting and the tears together, fredandgeorge, like they used
But that's no good, because he's missing. He's missing, he's gone and he
can't come back. Witch is why his elder brother doesn't leave his room,
which is why his two oldest brothers are taking control even though he
knows they cry at night too.
Can you see what you've done to us? George asks the heavens above, but he
doesn't know who he's talking to, because there isn't a god. There isn't a
god because you’re not here and dammit why aren't you?
George doesn't know who to blame, so he blames himself.
(A confession: George thinks it's his fault)
They tell him it's just survivor’s guilt. They tell him that there was
nothing he could do to prevent it. But he thinks there wrong. George was
by his side every minute of every day, but the second he leaves it, he's
Surely that's George's fault, isn't it?
'No you great tosser, its not your fault’ a voice inside his head whispers
and he's almost certain it sounds like him, but George knows that’s
ridiculous, so he shoots it down and tries very hard to sleep.
(He doesn't sleep)
The next time George hears the voice, he's in the kitchen and he doesn't
notice but his family is watching him and crumbling.
It's been two weeks since he's spoken a word. Two weeks since any flicker
of a smile. Two weeks since his face showed any trace of emotion. George
is blank and he's empty, but he doesn't care because what does it matter?
There’s not really a point to anything anymore is there?
His mother is watching him, crying silently into his father's shoulder,
who has never looked so lost. His youngest brother and sister are
bickering, and then his sisters crying and his brothers yelling because
“Dammit George what's wrong with you?” His oldest brothers are scared, and
that makes him scared too, because he never thought he'd see that. He
looks around and notices his elder brothers not there.
George realizes it’s his fault.
“Try” His voice is in his mind again, and before he can think he’s opened
his mouth and has trying and trying but suddenly – “Do you want…some tea?”
He rasps. It’s croaky and rusty and scared, but he’s spoken and his mother
(A dream, a memory: he gets the dragon pox and George is scared)
His family doesn't cry that night, he can hear it, and for the first time
in two weeks, he sleeps, and he dreams.
It's a memory, really, of when he was only four and the hardest thing he's
ever had to do is eat his peas at dinner. His mother tells him that his
twin has the dragon pox and that he needs to stay away incase he gets it
But he doesn't follow rules. And so he sneaks in whenever he feels like
it, and its okay. Because George and him laugh and plan pranks and eat
He catches the dragon pox, but it's okay.
When he wakes from his dream, "I miss you" his voice whispers into his
mind. He lays awake wondering if the voice is real. But he knows that’s
impossible because he’s…dead.
George almost cries - Merlin only knows he wants to, he needs too - but he
can't because he's still a little numb.
(Two days later, George cries)
Why is she here? He wonders, surely she hates me, doesn’t she? I look just
like him. How can she stand to look at me? Because not even George can
look at himself because of the resemblance.
She looks worse then last time George saw her, and that’s saying something
because last time he saw her they were in the midst of a battle.
Angelina, if he could remember, had always been as shining and bursting as
a firework. But now she looked broken, lost, scared even. George had never
seen her scared, not even when she was facing death eaters or before a
match. But here she was now, as plain as day, looking scared out of her
Her dark hair was mattered and tangled, pushed impatiently back and
hanging limp, her eyes were lifeless, dead, and she was so skinny he
thought he could see her rib. She collapsed when her eyes found George’s,
into a sobbing mess.
“George. George. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry”
He didn’t like it when people said that. But he stayed quiet. He wanted to
put his arms around her and hold her, but that just made everything even
So he just stood there, feeling like he was falling apart as he watched
the strongest person he thought he knew, fall apart too.
(George cries for the first time)
It’s because of Percy really, not that George will ever admit it.
His older brother sits behind the shed, where no one can see him, and he
flicks through a photo album. George only found him because he was looking
to do the same thing, get away from it all.
But when he see’s Percy, smiling sadly at a photo of him, he looses it.
“How could you?” He’s screaming, he’s not sure why he’s blaming his
brother, but he is. “Its all your fault he’s gone! And you just sit here
smiling at his photo!” Then George takes the photo and rips it. “Its no
use” He screams, his throat feels like its ripping and birds take off,
Percy looks stunned. “He’s gone Percy!” He cries. “He’s….Gone”
Then he feels his eyes burning and he curls up on the bench and cries for
a very long time. Percy just brings him a cup of tea and doesn’t say
anything to comfort his brother, because he knows there’s no use.
“I miss you” George hears his voice in his mind again, but it only makes
him cry harder.
“You’re right George” Percy says in a steady voice, but he’s crying too.
“It is my fault. I’m sorry. But it’s going to be okay”
George doesn’t believe him but he nods anyway.
(Its still another week until he smiles)
It's because of his voice again.
His sister says something amusing and his family murmur a laugh, worried
eyes flicker to him, but this time, he smiles too.
And it's because of the voice in his head, laughing lightly, almost like
it's alive in his imagination.
The voice of his lost brother, Maybe he's okay, then, wherever he is.
(He hears it again)
It's been four weeks since it happened, and he is talking, and crying, and
sometimes, though only sometimes, he smiles.
It's a lot different from four weeks ago, he knows that. It's a lot
different to pranks and jokes and laughs and having someone next to you
all the time. Now its like the air next to him almost quivers with
loneliness. But maybe it's going to be okay, eventually.
The first time he looks at his brothers empty bed next to him in the
lonely room, its because he was laughing with the voice in his head. It
had been a swirl of memories, of remembering the laughter, but also the
tears, then his eyes flickered to the cold bed next to him.
Then, he climbs out of his bed and before he can think, he has crossed the
room and tucked himself into his lost brothers bed. He spends the night
not sleeping, only crying. But this time, his voice is there to make the
pain go away just a bit.
(The first time he laughs, he cant stop)
It’s her again, actually. Angelina.
She’s a bit better then last time he saw her, her hair is combed, her chin
is up, but her eyes are still dead, and she’s still skinny. George feels
like he’s responsible, he has a overwhelming urge to protect her, but he
holds himself back. That was his girlfriend. He can’t do that.
(and it hurts even to say was but he’s learning to accept it)
But then George hears his voice in his mind whisper. “She needs you”
So George opens his arms and they cry together, clutching each other
helplessly, hurriedly, he feels her warm and holds her tight, too tight,
but she doesn’t care. She kisses him too, hard and desperately, and she
tastes like tears and salt, but he kisses her back too and the clench in
his chest eases ever so slightly.
Hours later, they are still holding each other and Angelina whispers “At
least I can tell you apart now” and she says it in a broken voice, with no
hint of humour, just sadness.
But George can’t help himself, he laughs anyway, it’s a short kind of
chuckle but It’s been so long since he’s laughed. Almost five weeks, and
it makes him feel light, light and airy and a little bit fearless. Which
is crazy because he never thought he would feel that again. Once he
starts, he cant stop.
(He’s going to be okay)
The memorial is late, it’s been six weeks since the loved fell in the
battle, but its here now and it’s just as painful as he knew it would be.
But then they come to his name, and he tenses and he wants to run because
he doesn't think he can handle this. But there’s his voice in his mind
telling him he can.
So he sits there as they talk about bravely and honour and he wants to
yell because that's not him. He was blue eyes and winks, wicked smirks and
So, when he gets up, he takes a shaky breath and he doesn't talk about war
or bravery or sacrifice, he tells them all a memory. A memory of two twin
boys. He talks about the 'little things' and the pain. And when he's done,
no one claps, they just sniff and smile sadly, and he almost wants to cry.
But as he sits down he hears a murmur from his voice. And he wonders, like
he always does, if the memory of his brother in his mind is real, or if
it's just that: a memory.
For the first time he realizes he doesn't care.
You never stop missing someone, George learnt that the hard way, because
Fred’s voice never leaves his mind, and the ache in his chest slowly
disappears but the pain in his mind never leaves.
"Your going to be okay" is what he hears, and for the first time in a long
time, as his eyes catch Angelina’s, he believes it.
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