Alright, this is something I've had in mind ever since I heard Green Day's "21 Guns" for the first time. And it is also a kind of experiment for me, I've never done a drabble before, let alone many drabbles ;) So I'd like to know what you think, it's pretty different from what I've done before but it is fun writing it.

As you will notice, I won't use every line of the song, I decided to leave out the chorus cause it didn't really fit in my opinion.

I don't own the characters of Harry Potter and I definitely don't onw the lyrics of the song I used. I just play with it, no copyright infringement intended.

Reviews are very much appreciated! x

I. The first Week

Do you know what's worth fighting for

He knows he should get up. He should grab his wand and kill as many of the bastards as possible. But he can't let go.

George stares down at his brother's face, so still, so pale, and all his senses tell him that he mustn't leave him again. He's done it once, and it has come for a terrible price. He can't leave just now.

He hears a weak sob, and he finally looks up. There are Ginny and Ron, there are his mum and dad. There's his family.

The ones he will always fight for.

All he got left.

When it's not worth dying for

There is Harry standing in the corner. Why isn't he with Ginny? He looks lost, George thinks.

Well, he is, isn't he?

"This is how it is - this is why you're not in the Order – you don't understand - there are things worth dying for!"

Are there? He isn't so sure now.

He remembers that he used to believe in it. The greater good. Just that his thoughts never used to go that far as to think about the pain it would bring.

For a brief moment George wonders how long it took Harry to stop crying over Sirius.

Does it take your breath away

And you feel yourself suffocating?

The room is too small, too crowded. George feels like there are people everywhere. He would like to scream at all of them to leave, to leave him alone, let him breathe.

But not a single word leaves his mouth, and they stay. He feels their eyes on him, although he doesn't look up. He hears them whispering, despite his efforts to shut out any noises that reach his ear.

And he doesn't know how he can possibly get through this in one piece. This is too big.

He really wishes he could just run away, and never come back.

Does the pain weigh out the pride

George doesn't need to hear what the man in the black suit is saying. He's pretty sure he knows what he's telling them.

Praising Fred's courage, his will to fight for a better world.

Of course the man is right.

But in this moment, George doesn't want to hear any of this. It makes it sound as if death was a price worth to pay for the freedom of the world. Maybe Fred would even agree.

But right now George thinks there are things that aren't worth anything, like a hole in the head and a brother in a coffin.

And you look for a place to hide?

It's getting dark in Ottery St. Cathpole. The sun is setting slowly, and George feels the cold creep upon him as he leans against the old apple tree.

It's quiet now except for the crickets and the wind rustling through the branches. The guests are long gone, and his family is in the house. He can see them through the window, but he can't go there.

He knows he should be with them right now, but he can't.

Too many memories are waiting for him inside the place he once used to call home. And he can't face them now.

Did someone break your heart inside?

You're in ruins

Everything looks exactly the way they left it. The same posters on the wall, the same books in the shelves. Nothing has changed.

Just the thick layer of dust tells about the time that has passed. It's been a long time.

For a minute George simply stands there, blinking. It must be the dust.

His gaze falls upon a framed picture of two redheads. They are laughing.

George hasn't cried since the day he had to watch the coffin being lowered into the ground. But now he slumps down, screaming. The tears are hot on his face.

"Damnit, Fred - why?"