double act

                     ‘ Harry ! ‘ George called loudly, slinging one long freckled arm over Harry’s shoulders as Fred did the same on the other side.                                         ‘ Just the wizard we were looking for ! ‘ Fred added, grinning mischievously. Without the map in their possession it was rather difficult to track down the person of their choosing. It was much harder to dabble in   deviancy’s   if they were constantly checking around the corner for any authority. If this was the way normal wizards lived their life, then George Weasley wanted no part in it. Imagine being surprised at Filch’s puttering around on a given day ! Horrendous ! 

                                   ‘ Say you haven’t seen our dear   furry   friend Malfoy recently, have you ? ‘

"I shouldn’t be in love with you!"

"It’s not fair!"

"I could kill you right now!"

"Knock it off!"

"Screw you!"

"You’re a complete moron!"

"I love this song!"

"Bring that here!"

"I hate you!"

"I’m pissed off!"

"Make me!"

"I wish you’d never been born!"

"I bought ice cream!"

"Kiss my ass!"

"Shut up!"

"I can’t do it anymore!"

"Take me home!"

"Just kiss me already!

"I can't be in love with you!"

"I can't believe this!"

"Piss off!"

"I wish things were that simple!"

"I love you!"

"Jump off a bridge!"

[ If he’d had a coherent thought, it would have disappeared by now. Fred being dead didn’t just mean he’d lost a family member, it meant he’d lost himself. The very part of him that made the middle Weasley marvel at life itself, or continue to find purpose. The side that made war’s seem obsolete and problems as nothing more than broken bottle, mended easily with precision. Fred’s scarred, misshapen body jarring his every thought. He’d looked peaceful for once. That asinine smile that light up his wide, freckled face gone, like a whisper, spoken in the wind. He would never be one half to a whole anymore. He was George Weasley. Just George. And that was a fate he wouldn’t have wished on his worst enemy. ]

                                      “You must be the person people go to when they need to smile.”

"I’d make your last words something good, mate.

                                                                          Real good."

                [ Ginny couldn’t be dead. She was Ginny bloody Weasley. Who, when her mind was set could out prank the twins, or out martyr Harry Potter himself. Ginny Weasley was the exception to every rule ever set, and death didn’t have a chance in Azkaban with taking her against her will. ]