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Main Characters: Fred and George
Prompt: Haunted
Setting: The Burrow, shortly after the Battle of Hogwarts

Haunted

After the Battle of Hogwarts, all George felt like doing was sleeping. He was exhausted and doing anything, knowing that he would never hear the joyous sound of his twin brother's laugh again, seemed impossible.

All of his family and friends went back to the Burrow. His mother insisted that he come too, and, begrudgingly, George agreed. As he walked over the threshold, a thousand memories flooded his mind hauntingly. He realised, as the pain swelled deep in his chest, that he had never been in the Burrow without Fred by his side.

Without a word to anybody, George trailed up the stairs to his and Fred's old bedroom. Boxes of old products were scattered all over the floor and stuffed under the beds. It was obvious that his mother had attempted to clear some of it up but had given up after a few boxes. George stared around the room unblinkingly, traumatised by the memories that were still flooding his mind.

Downstairs, there was a loud chatter of happy voices, and the sound of bottles being opened; People were celebrating. Didn't anybody care that Fred and countless others had died? Was all of this one big party for them? Did anybody care that George was now feeling so alone—more alone than he'd ever felt in his life?

A silent tear slid down his cheek as George slowly walked over to Fred's empty, untouched bed. He curled up in it, pulling the cold sheets over and around his body as though his twin was hugging him. But he would never hug Fred again.

Never.

Without realising, George closed his eyes and drifted into an uncomfortable sleep. A laughing voice; a flashing light; bricks crumbling around them; and Fred falling to the floor with his last laugh still etched on his face.

George awoke with a start, shaking uncontrollably. It was no good. Whenever George closed his eyes from that day onwards, the horrid memory of his twin's death replayed in his mind. He couldn't escape it.

He was haunted.