For several long seconds, George’s mind refused -- no, was unable -- to comprehend what his eyes were telling it. He could not believe it; surely it was not possible. A joke, or a misunderstanding, or something serious, but not that serious, not enough to warrant the tears on everyone’s faces, nor his mother’s silence and outstretched arms. Not enough for Charlie’s pale face and blank eyes, nor Ginny’s quiet whimpers, nor Percy’s shoulders, heaving with silent sobs.
And then the awareness seeped through, the sight of Fred’s body registered, and there was something in his throat, he couldn’t breathe or speak or make any noise at all, and there was a horrible weight pressing on his chest, crushing all the air out of his lungs. Fred could not lie so still and be so white, because that could mean only one thing, and George would not possibly accept that, even if the truth were right there in front of him.
“Georgie,” his mother whispered, and he let her clasp her to him tightly while she wept on his shoulder. Thank God she had him, she was probably thinking. Thank God he was still alive, he was not lying, cold and still as marble, on the table. She hadn’t lost them both, not yet, at least; his heart was still beating, technically. He didn’t feel alive, though. He felt as cold and still as Fred was, he felt numb, and in a way that was good, that was a blessing, because it meant for awhile the pain couldn’t get through. It meant the gaping hole in him couldn’t hurt or bleed, it meant tears would not come, it meant for a little while longer he could pretend that he still had his twin, his brother, his best friend, that any minute Fred would sit up and chuckle and it all would have been for a laugh, and even though it wouldn’t be funny, not at all, George would laugh, just out of heart-wrenching relief.
His mother let go of him and he walked stiffly to Fred’s side, the rest of his family closing in around him. He stared blankly and unblinking down at Fred and something in him died, and it astounded him that he could still stand and see and breathe. He couldn’t speak, of course; couldn’t make a sound. Nor was he thinking straight, as the only thought that kept running through his head was that things weren’t supposed to be this way. They had not talked about this, had not even conceived of this. Neither of them had thought it possible -- in a way they had not even considered themselves two separate people, and if one of them was gone then both of them would be, preferably in a blaze of glory. It wasn’t right that one of them should still be here; they were two halves of a whole, and how did you kill one half of something and expect the other half to go on living?
So now half of George was dead, only it felt like more, and as he knelt at Fred’s head he honestly didn’t know how he would survive. He didn’t know how he could ever get up, force himself to move from this spot, go on with life this way. It was a crushing, defeating thought, and knowing that it wasn’t over, that Voldemort was still out there and he would have to get up and fight, made it so much worse. Through a haze of pain and grief he realized that he should be spurred on into action, to revenge, but he didn’t even care if he was killed just then. He was, after all, the half that was now left either to struggle to survive or wither away, and he couldn’t remember how to fight. He couldn’t remember how to survive.
George closed his eyes against the sight of his twin -- of himself -- lying so horribly still, and felt someone lean against him. The warmth was like a shock, a reminder that he was, indeed, still alive, still able to feel something besides the agony of his loss. Glancing up, he saw that it was Ginny, and when their eyes met, she put her arms around him. After a second, he reached up and grasped her hand, squeezing it tightly, and he knew that he would have to go on, even if he only lived a half-life. He would keep on fighting, because he didn’t think he could bear to lose any more.
And then the awareness seeped through, the sight of Fred’s body registered, and there was something in his throat, he couldn’t breathe or speak or make any noise at all, and there was a horrible weight pressing on his chest, crushing all the air out of his lungs. Fred could not lie so still and be so white, because that could mean only one thing, and George would not possibly accept that, even if the truth were right there in front of him.
“Georgie,” his mother whispered, and he let her clasp her to him tightly while she wept on his shoulder. Thank God she had him, she was probably thinking. Thank God he was still alive, he was not lying, cold and still as marble, on the table. She hadn’t lost them both, not yet, at least; his heart was still beating, technically. He didn’t feel alive, though. He felt as cold and still as Fred was, he felt numb, and in a way that was good, that was a blessing, because it meant for awhile the pain couldn’t get through. It meant the gaping hole in him couldn’t hurt or bleed, it meant tears would not come, it meant for a little while longer he could pretend that he still had his twin, his brother, his best friend, that any minute Fred would sit up and chuckle and it all would have been for a laugh, and even though it wouldn’t be funny, not at all, George would laugh, just out of heart-wrenching relief.
His mother let go of him and he walked stiffly to Fred’s side, the rest of his family closing in around him. He stared blankly and unblinking down at Fred and something in him died, and it astounded him that he could still stand and see and breathe. He couldn’t speak, of course; couldn’t make a sound. Nor was he thinking straight, as the only thought that kept running through his head was that things weren’t supposed to be this way. They had not talked about this, had not even conceived of this. Neither of them had thought it possible -- in a way they had not even considered themselves two separate people, and if one of them was gone then both of them would be, preferably in a blaze of glory. It wasn’t right that one of them should still be here; they were two halves of a whole, and how did you kill one half of something and expect the other half to go on living?
So now half of George was dead, only it felt like more, and as he knelt at Fred’s head he honestly didn’t know how he would survive. He didn’t know how he could ever get up, force himself to move from this spot, go on with life this way. It was a crushing, defeating thought, and knowing that it wasn’t over, that Voldemort was still out there and he would have to get up and fight, made it so much worse. Through a haze of pain and grief he realized that he should be spurred on into action, to revenge, but he didn’t even care if he was killed just then. He was, after all, the half that was now left either to struggle to survive or wither away, and he couldn’t remember how to fight. He couldn’t remember how to survive.
George closed his eyes against the sight of his twin -- of himself -- lying so horribly still, and felt someone lean against him. The warmth was like a shock, a reminder that he was, indeed, still alive, still able to feel something besides the agony of his loss. Glancing up, he saw that it was Ginny, and when their eyes met, she put her arms around him. After a second, he reached up and grasped her hand, squeezing it tightly, and he knew that he would have to go on, even if he only lived a half-life. He would keep on fighting, because he didn’t think he could bear to lose any more.
My friend just said twilight is better than harry potter!
Here is our convo:
"So twihard or potter head ? We both know who's better" Me
"Yhea"
Potters
Twilight
I think not!
Oh yhea!?
Yhea! And to prove you are wrong... I challenge you to a dule!
Your on!
And also... whoever wins is the better non-fiction fan.
*after much explaining we step into dule positions*
You go first. Me
Ok! I turn into a werewolf!
Avada Kerdavra the werewolf.
*she runs off crying*
I think she's crazy. So your opinion. Hp or Twilight?
Plots
HP: Harry discovers he has a special gift which he uses to protect himself, friends and Hogwarts
BT: Zach discovers he has a special gift which he will use to protect his world
Main Characters
HP: Harry, Hermione and Ron – All from England
BT: Zach, Bala and Wen – From England, America and China
Set
HP: Set in England but they go to special places that you can only travel to using magic
BT: Set in England but they go to special worlds (world of love, equality, without money)
Evil
HP: Harry has a history with Voldemort and holds the key to his defeat
BT: Zach has the gift that Dhoranka once possessed and is link to Dhorankas evil past
Conclusion:
Common features between books often help you choose your next book, which is a good thing. So is Birthright different enough to be considered a similar to Harry Potter or is it just Harry Potter in a different cover?
HP: Harry discovers he has a special gift which he uses to protect himself, friends and Hogwarts
BT: Zach discovers he has a special gift which he will use to protect his world
Main Characters
HP: Harry, Hermione and Ron – All from England
BT: Zach, Bala and Wen – From England, America and China
Set
HP: Set in England but they go to special places that you can only travel to using magic
BT: Set in England but they go to special worlds (world of love, equality, without money)
Evil
HP: Harry has a history with Voldemort and holds the key to his defeat
BT: Zach has the gift that Dhoranka once possessed and is link to Dhorankas evil past
Conclusion:
Common features between books often help you choose your next book, which is a good thing. So is Birthright different enough to be considered a similar to Harry Potter or is it just Harry Potter in a different cover?
Every body should read the harry potter series at least once. Millions of people of all ages around the globe have enjoyed the over 3,000 page harry potter series. If you haven't read any of the books or seen the movies you should read the books first and then the movies.Also you should hurry up and read the series!!! If you are to lazy to read the series at least read the first book. The harry potter series has a lot of excitement and drama or people who love that kind of book.There is probably over a million people who would agree with me.
Warner bro's and j.k Rowling have decided to let peple come to the Harry Potter studios ,where there is hogwarts ,diagon alley, hosmeade and anywhere else in the wizarding world . They show you how they do all the efects like how the brooms fly,the night bus and more.
They wanted hogwarts to look very real so they encouraged all the actors and actresses to carve their initials into the benches in the great hall and they hit the plates with a hammer to give them an authentic look.
I will be going to harry potter world so i will tell you how it was.
P.S I am not talking about the one in orlando this one is in london and it's the ACTUAL studio
They wanted hogwarts to look very real so they encouraged all the actors and actresses to carve their initials into the benches in the great hall and they hit the plates with a hammer to give them an authentic look.
I will be going to harry potter world so i will tell you how it was.
P.S I am not talking about the one in orlando this one is in london and it's the ACTUAL studio
This is my Harry Potter fan fiction review.
Hermione's friend in her Muggle life has enter Hogwarts! Samantha Crane, her name, is a jealous, snobby girl who likes to bully Hermione in the past. Surprisingly, she's invited by McGonagall to become Hogwarts student for a week!
Harry, Ron and Hermione later knows the truth: Sam is planning to do something worse to Hogwarts, before the professors know it. Together, the trio struggle to prevent Sam's plan!
If you want to see it, see my profile on June. I'll post the link!
(PS: You can recommend better ideas.)