A/N Written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry's Astronomy class

Prompt: Write about a charcter who is overshadowed by someone else (used kind of literally and metaphorically)

Just a really short fic on how George Weasley copes after his brother's death.

I don't own Harry Potter

George pushed his way through the crowds, ignoring the looks shot in his direction and the way the crowd parted in front of him. He was shaking with pent up emotions- rage and fear and grief. He knelt on the cold stone in front of the one who had shared everything with him and known him better than anyone else ever could. He stared at the words cut into the marble headstone. His brother- the one who even in death shone brighter than him.

It had been a year. A miserable, lonely year. George Weasley was half of a pair, an echo of his other half. At first he had thrown himself into the work at the shop because he owed it to Fred to continue, it was his duty now to finish what they'd always planned. Now it was his retreat, his hideaway. There he could escape the looks, the shock every time they looked up and saw him, the hope, impossible hope, and then the crashing down to reality, eyes hollow with sorrow.

He knew it was selfish- he survived, he was the lucky one- but he hated it, the way they looked at him, wishing he was someone else. At the shop he could forget, just concentrate on the work. It was in the shop that Fred felt most alive. But when he finally had to leave- when Ginny would drag him out to some party- he would always look back at the huge statue that cast a shadow over the shop. The statue that he worked under, lived under every day- the statue that Fred had always used to boast was modeled after himself- the handsome one.

Everyone lost people they loved during the war, but George lost more than his twin, he lost himself. Now, as an identical copy left alone in this world he would forever be compared to Fred. Fred, who through death had become a saint, for who can hold a grudge against a dead man? Yes- Fred was remembered as more vibrant, more witty than he ever was in life, and beside his memory George fades into the shadows.