Okay, even I want/don't want to write this cause I myself will be sad.

Short one-shot.

He was staring into nothingness, his last laugh still etched upon his face.

Moments before, he was laughing. Percy had actually joked! He could die right now and say he had scene everything.

He hadn't meant it so literally.

Then suddenly a spell was shot at them.

He knew he was flying through the air before his body knew.

Time seemed to stop, then just as quickly, started again.

He felt his body hit the wall; he thought:

Okay, I'm OK. But what about the others?

He would have survived had all that rumble not have fallen on him, and hit him on the head.

But he didn't feel pain. It was quick. All he had time to do was blink.

One moment he saw the roof above him collapsing, then next he saw himself.

Staring at himself!

He saw his brothers crying over him. Percy the saddest.

His brothers. His sister. His twin.

He was sad, his parents would probably cry over him but he knew George would never get over it.

George.

He went to his twin. He wanted to spend his last moments with the person who knew him best, who was with him throughout his whole life, who was his best friend.

"Hey Georgie," he sniffed and blinked some tears away "I know you cant see me, but I can see you. George, I had a good life, because of you. But please don't mourn over me forever. Hug and kiss mum and dad, and tell them you love them."

Fred felt the pull of the heavens; his remaining time was limited.

George turned around, a feeling of dread settling in his stomach. He knew something wasn't right.

He ran towards the Great Hall.

Fred knew it was a matter of minutes before George found out he was dead.

As Fred looked around memories flooded his head.

The best years in his life happened here. He kept on walking and soon found himself in front of Filtch's office.

He thought about George and his' first year, the year they found the Marauders map.

He thought of George again.

Georgie boy. My life was a game, one I played really well. But for me, the time to play has ended. Don't forget me Georgie.

With a small smile on his face he whispered his last words.

"Mischief Managed."

Okay, it killed me to write this. I love the Weasley twins, they were always my favorites and brought a smile to my face every time.

But I had this thought on my head for a while now, and I needed to let it go.

That was my first Tragedy, so review and tell me how I did (hopefully not too bad).

I actually cried while writing this 3

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