Disclaimer: I don't own Fred or George; they belong to the genius Joanne Rowling.

He's gone.

The full realization of it hit him with such a force that he collapsed on his knees onto the ground, prostrating himself in front of the grave, tears cascading relentlessly down his pale, freckled cheeks, his entire frame shaking with gasping, wracking sobs. The cold truth struck his heart like a piercing blade.

He's gone and he's not coming back.

"NO!" he shrieked, his voice full of despair and sorrow as he raised his eyes towards the heavens. "Fred…Fred…no…Fred…" he sobbed, as if repeating the name would bring Fred back.

A single, cold raindrop suddenly fell from the gray sky and landed on his face. The sky, he reflected, as torrents of rain began pelting his limp form. The sky was crying with him. The sky was grieving the loss of his brother, his twin…his other half. He began to cry harder, screaming his brother's name, drenched to the bone in ice-cold rainwater. Tears poured down his face, as did the raindrops, washing away the fresh ones, taking with them the grief that had possessed him for so long.

"FRED!" he shouted again, his voice trembling.

And just like that, the rain was gone. Almost instantly, it was replaced by watery sunlight filtering from between the stormy gray clouds.

And he smiled.

It was absolutely heart wrenching to know that he would never be able to look into that face and to see himself and his brother together, to know that they could never pull another ingenious prank together, to know that they could never again be…together. Now, rather than Fred and George, it was just George. George, a lone man standing in the rain, no one by his side.

But he also knew that Fred would not have approved of his grieving. He knew that Fred would have jokingly wagged a finger at him, while sincerely berating him for crying over the loss of a warrior. Because that was how Fred had died. He had died fighting: he had fallen as he tried, like so many others, to make peace. Yes, he decided, that's right. I will not cry. I will hold my head high and say, Yes, he's gone. And he went as he tried to bring a little harmony into the world.

And he did not fail.

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