Hey everyone!
This is my first Harry Potter fic, it's only a one shot, but I'm happy to get any reviews and any constructive criticism. All welcome.
Course I don't own Harry Potter, nor the characters. They are JK Rowlings.
Well, thanks :)
I looked at him... he managed a sad smile, before his face changed, contorted with rage and realization, and he slammed his fist against the pane separating us, hitting it again and again before it cracked, shattered, and the shards fell to the ground.
We should have been able to touch now. He should be there, smiling, stepping towards me, wrapping his arms around me, fitting so well we were like puzzle pieces... well, we were... are.
He is my twin.
Fred.
But he wasn't there, smiling at me. The only thing I saw was the back to a mirror. Shards hanging on, dangling, spinning...
I cast my eyes down to the floor and saw the rest of the mirror, broken.
I looked at my hand and saw it bleeding.
With a sigh, I flicked my wand at the broken pieces, and they reformed again, fixed themselves, and the mirror was restored, as if nothing had happened.
The person in there looked downhearted, defeated... broken.
That was me.
And as much as I try to convince myself otherwise, tell myself that Fred is part of me, and that he will always be there, always smiling back at me... I know it's just my reflection, and though we look exactly alike, I know he's not there, not ever there, and never will be...
When he died, that part of him I saw in me was gone.
After all, when he died, part of me died too.