Make It Better

"George open the door."  ...Nothing. "George c'mon, this won't help."   ...Still nothing. "George, please." Ginny tried again. "No." It was George's voice from behind the door. "George, please, this doesn't make it better." Ginny leaned against the door hoping that she would hear something but it was silent. "Alohomora." She whispered and the door swung open.

It was totally dark inside the room, but Ginny could see the silhouette of George sitting on Fred's bed with his hands around his head. Leaning with his elbows on his thighs. "George, you know that this doesn't help, this won't make it better." She told him, but he didn't move. "Don't you think I know that, but nothing else will either." He said his voice cracking. "Yes George it will."

*cries my eyes out* This is so sad, and also the longest for now. I think Fred's death was terrible, and I cried when I read it in the book. I just really wanted to write this :'^(

Tell me what you think.

Jamie, xx

PS: I realized this is kinda like one shots... -___-