A/N - In my story George dies but in Harry Potter it is Fred that dies. I just thought Fred and Hermione make a better couple for some reason and of course Rowling was about to put Fred and Hermione together so please, no smart or insulting comments down below. Thank you and I hope you enjoy this :]

Oh and I made a trailer for this story, at the side there :] >>>

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Hermione kicked the ruins of Hogwarts away from her as she walked with an air of finality. The war was over and everyone was mourning for the deaths. Hermione had only shed her first tear as she walked. Just one lonesome tear fell out of her eye.

Should she be crying or jumping for joy? Crying for all the young and old lives lost. It didn’t matter how long the person had been in this world, it mattered how early they had been taken out. Jumping for joy because the war was over. Finally! No more Voldemort. No more worries. But still no one was celebrating in Hogwarts because of the deaths.

Another tear fell out of her eye and landed on the rubble of Hogwarts. Her footsteps sounded so loud in the quiet castle. It was so silent where she was walking that she thought it was a dream. A part of her wished it was a dream and not real but the other part knew it was all real. The sorrow. The pain. All of it.

Hermione sat down and leaned on the wall behind her. Emotion was welling up in her chest and Hermione knew she got emotional at the smallest of things like movies or a sad book but she didn’t care now. This wasn’t a movie or a setting from a book. This was real. She had a right to cry for everything she had been through. Everyone did, especially now.

Her thoughts flickered to Harry as she silently cried into her hands. She couldn’t imagine what Harry was feeling. She had known him for seven years and they had been through more grief than other’s in those seven years. If she had learnt anything about Harry in those seven years, she knew that he would be blaming himself for all the deaths. Guilt would a constant thought in his head and a constant emotion through his body. Hermione knew it wasn’t his fault that all those people died. The war affected everyone in one way or another. It affected Harry the most but over all this war was bigger than Harry. It was for the whole wizarding world. He had to stop Voldemort for people to have a better life.

Hermione let out a strange sound like a sigh smothered in a weep. She could feel the flow of tears down her cheek and felt her heart get lighter. She was surprised that she hadn’t made a pool around her consisting of her tears.

‘Hey.’

Hermione looked up to find he dark blue eyes of Ron looking at her. He sat down next to her, without invitation, but Hermione didn’t mind. She could use the shoulder to cry on. She clasped his arm in her’s and lay her head on his shoulder, silently weeping. She didn’t even be bothered to wipe her face. What did it matter if she looked a mess after all this? It didn’t matter.

Ron silently took her hand in his and Hermione was glad that he was at least trying to comfort her even though Ron wasn’t really an emotional person. Hermione guessed that he needed support through this too. They would help each other.

‘How’s Harry?’ asked Hermione in a voice that didn’t sound like her own. It sounded distant and hoarse but she was surprised she could actually talk.

Ron simply shrugged and Hermione understood form his body language. Harry wasn’t okay. He was hurting. He felt guilty. She guessed so many other reasons which were probably true. But she needed to know if he was coping. She guessed the answer to that herself.

‘I never thought any of them would... die, you know?’ said Ron, staring at their entwined hands. Even his voice sounded different like he was controlling his emotions, ‘It never crossed my mind that George... How do we live without them? I already miss him... How would Fred cope... I-’

He stopped mid sentence and Hermione knew it was too much for him . She squeezed his hand tighter but didn’t look at him.

‘I know what you mean, Ron,’ whispered Hermione, ‘I agree... Fred isn’t complete without George.’

Ron sniffed but didn’t say anything. They lapsed into silence and Hermione could see from a near by window that owls were flying about. Probably taking letters to family... informing their loved ones who was fine and who had... died. Hermione could practically hear Ron’s mind trying to make sense of the situation.

‘We should go to Harry,’ muttered Hermione, wanting to break him away from his thoughts.

Ron agreed by getting up and pulling Hermione up with him. Hermione didn’t let go of his hand as they walked down the stairs to the Great Hall. Hermione wondered if anyone was still mourning in there. It had been hours since the end but she guessed some people wouldn’t want to leave the dead family member or friend.

 Her eyes grazed the situation as she neared the Great Hall. Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley, Ginny and Harry, who was standing with a hand in Ginny’s, were all peering into the Great Hall. Mrs Weasley was weeping loudly into a hanker chief and was muttering incomprehensible words to Mr Weasley who seemed to have a lost look in his eyes.

‘What’s going on?’ asked Ron.

‘Fred... he’s...’ Harry trailed off and shook his head and Hermione knew he was blaming himself for all the tears that were being shed.

For once Harry didn’t act brave as though he could handle everything. Although Hermione didn’t expect him to. He had been through way too much.

‘Someone help him,’ moaned Ginny, who was crying too, meaning Fred.

Hermione peeked into the Great Hall and assessed the situation. She saw lots of covered bodies lying around the Hall and tried not to count how many there were. To Hermione, one body would be too much. She spotted the red tuft of hair and knew that it was Fred. He was leaning over George’s body, crying hysterically and muttering something incomprehensible. She had never seen Fred like this and she didn’t like it.

‘He wont listen to any of us,’ whispered Mr Weasley, holding onto his wife’s shoulders to stop her from falling, ‘we’ve tried.’

Ron walked forward and said, ‘I’ll go-’

‘Maybe I should?’ asked Hermione. She knew that Ron wouldn’t know what to do in a situation like that but she also didn’t want him to get upset when he saw George.

‘Yes, dear, please try,’ muttered Mr Weasley.

Hermione nodded and pecked Ron on the cheek before letting go of his hand. Harry’s eyes were trained on the floor and Ginny smiled at Hermione, a small smile but it was there. Hermione sucked in a deep breath and let it go as she walked into the Great Hall. She could hear Mrs Weasley’s sobs as she walked on. She tried not to look at any of the faces of the dead. Some were covered and others were not.

She spotted George and couldn’t help but think how peaceful he was in death just like he was sleeping. His eyes were closed and she saw that the freckles had gone a bit darker on his face or maybe his complexion was a little paler. Fred was sobbing over George’s body and Hermione dropped to he knees beside him, feeling the tears threatening to spill. In a sense it was scary to see Fred like this. Crying. She could never have imagined it if she hadn’t been looking at him right now.

‘Hermione,’ moaned Fred, he turned his face to look at her, ‘George won’t get up!’

Hermione scrutinised his face and didn’t like what she saw. Fred’s eyes were red around the edges from all the tears spilling from his eyes. His eyes were lighter than Ron’s. Fred’s eyes were a sea blue and Hermione didn’t like to see them so upset. His hair was sticking up on all ends as he had been running his hands through it, nearly tearing them out of the skull.

‘Fred,’ muttered Hermione, uneasily and aware that she was crying now, ‘Come on...’

‘HE WONT WAKE UP!’ yelled Fred, making Hermione jump as he grabbed George’s shirt, ‘This isn’t funny, Georgie!’

Hermione was lost for words at his behaviour and she could think of anything to do or say. Fred was too upset to listen to anyone.

‘Please George,’ Fred pleaded in between huge sobs, ‘It’s only funny when I'm in on the joke! Did you forget to tell me about this joke, Georgie?’

‘Fred-’ said Hermione, trying to pry his hands off of George but Fred wouldn’t let her.

‘It’s okay, Georgie. I wont be mad that you didn’t include me... Just get up now! The joke’s over,’ shouted Fred at the still body of his brother, ‘It’s not funny anymore... George? Georgie, come one... GEORGE! I SAID WAKE UP!’

Now Hermione was in full blown tears and she clasped a hand to her mouth as Fred turned to her. She couldn’t stop the sobbing sounds coming out. Fred’s emotions changed by the second and Hermione knew this wasn’t normal. One moment he said it was funny but it was over and then the next he screamed at the top of his lungs.

‘Hermione? Pleeeeasee,’ said Fred, grabbing her arm, ‘Please tell him it isn’t funny so he’ll stop this stupid joke... please?’

Hermione could only cry and stare at Fred as he bawled and tears flowed like a river out of his eyes. He let her go and looked at George. He was silently staring at his brother.

‘Please stop this, Fred,’ muttered Hermione but he didn’t look at her. She carried on regardless, ‘ We are all worried about you and... George isn’t coming back. He’s gone forever and I'm sure he wont want you to be acting like this.’

‘YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT GEORGE WANTS!’ shouted Fred.

Hermione braced herself and took deep breaths as he glared at George.

‘Fred-’

‘Why are you crying?’ asked Fred, turning to her. His thumb wiped away her tears and then he looked back at George then back to Hermione, ‘Don’t you cry! You have no idea what it feels like... GET OUT OF HERE!’

The force of the words made Hermione start to sob as she stood up. She ignored the bodies lying around her and she ran out of the Great Hall. She ignored the Weasley’s and Harry as they tried to stop her. She ran up the stairs just wanting to be alone.

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Fred’s POV

Fred glared as she ran from the room. He realised that his family were standing there and watching him. He felt anger inside him. They were probably judging him probably thinking he was a lunatic. He didn’t care. He couldn’t care about anyone other than George.

‘LEAVE ME ALONE!’ shouted Fred quite like a teenager would shout at someone who was annoying them.

He turned to his brother and heard the door close behind him. He was alone and he felt it too. Even with the bodies around him he felt alone. Losing his twin felt like a part of him was just lost in the shadows. He hated it.

George was so pale and looked so peaceful but Fred wanted him to get up. Fred cried and lifted a hand to softly touch his twins closed eyelids willing him to move or do something! Even though he had always thought that he was more good-looking than George, he knew that every feature was exactly the same as his. Even the shape and even the amount of freckles probably.

‘Georgie, I love you...’ muttered Fred in the horrible silence that seemed to echo off the walls, ‘I know you’re not coming back... Am I being stupid? I thought... you would get up and tell me it’s a joke but... you wont.’

He paused as though expecting George to answer him but he didn’t of course.

‘I shouldn’t have shouted at her, I know... I was just filled with so much pain and ... I know she understands my pain more than the others. She isn’t like the rest. Hermione...’ muttered Fred, staring at the lifeless body, ‘You need to ait for me, Georgie... I love you so much.’

For the first time and probably the last time in his life he bent down and kissed his brother on his cheek. He felt so lonely and it was eating at him. George would be leaving him forever. Fred suddenly realised something. He dragged the sheet, that was covering George’s body, down and unbuttoned his shirt so that he could see his necklace.

A gold necklace was around his pale and incredibly hard neck. It had a small letter G on it and Fred was wearing the same necklace but with the letter F. He untied George’s necklace and untied his own. As he tied the F necklace around George’s neck and the G necklace around his own, he couldn’t help but think how big a coincidence this was. Before the fight, George had tied the necklace around his neck and Fred laughing at him had asked ‘why?’ and he had just shrugged saying it felt like he had to. He had passed Fred his own necklace and Fred thinking he would being stupid had tied it to make him feel better.

‘Now you’ll have a part of me and ill have a part of you always and forever,’ whispered Fred, ‘I don’t have a clue how to live without you. Hell, I couldn’t breath without you reminding me to but... I’ll see you one day. Sometimes I wish it had been me... Love you, Georgie.’

He could envision George’s  reaction to his words. Fred knew that George would hate to think what Fred had just said but Fred couldn’t help but feel that way. He wished he had died instead of his brother. He covered George’s face, shedding a final tear, with the sheet and felt his heart drop to the floor. Did he even have a heart anymore? He wasn’t so sure.