Harry Potter (George Weasley)
Title:
In Loving Memory
Author:
GuiltyRed
Rating:
R
Warnings:
spoilers for the book; reference to masturbation and twincest
Word
count:
198
Summary:
In which a lone twin communes with the dead.
Prompt:
September 30 – #15. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, George
Weasley: Solo – "I'm Fred. Honestly, Mother, can't you tell us
apart?"
A/N:
It's not a typo.
It's getting easier, day by day. I've started getting better acquainted with myself, now that I'm no longer half of a set. Someday I suspect it won't really hurt anymore, but until then I'll just take it slow.
I do miss you, more than I can say. I hear your laughter on the wind.
At night, I let my hands rove across my own skin, imagining we're touching each other the way we used to. My hands remember, and my skin remembers, and for a few blinding seconds nothing's changed. We're young boys again, trying to be oh so quiet so as not to upset Mother with our fiendish ways.
But fiendish we were, and ever shall be: second-generation Marauders, thank you very much, sir!
Unlike those who went before, there is still one left behind to remember the tale. I shall carry our deeds to my own grave, except of course the ones that are worth retelling first. Those I shall of course embellish shamelessly.
I do think our Mother may have gone a few twigs short of a racing broom in the aftermath.
Keeps calling me "George", the poor dear. Woman never could tell us apart.