Mirrors
George Weasley looked into the mirror, and a wave of emotions came over him.
The first time he had looked into the mirror, after his death.
'Why!?' he screamed, but no one was able to hear him, except for him.
Why was he stolen from him? Why was his life torn? Why was his other half taken away from him?
His life had been destroyed completely. Half of his soul was severed away from him, and the remaining half wasn't much use either, without his twin.
His own face seemed to be taunting him, reminding him that he shall no longer be complete, ever. Reminding him that he was alone, completely alone now. Reminding him that Fred Gideon Weasley, was dead.
Shouting at his face that, his twin was gone, gone to a place where no one can return from, screaming that he will live his life alone.
The second time he faced the mirror,
A dark haired,dark skinned woman had her arms around him, her face resting in his right shoulder.
She had healed him, she had heped him overcome maddening grief, she had helped him feel complete once again.
She was his beautiful wife. She was his lifeline when things seemed to go out of control. She helped him live life once again. Had she not been there, maybe there won't be any George Weasley now.
'Thanks, Angelina.' he said quitely.
The third time he looked into the mirror-
His life was being blessed rapidly,a little boy, whose sillhoutte barely reached his mother's waist, stood in between his parents, a cocky grin plastered on his face.
He had the trademark Weasley hair and the Twins love for pranks. He was looking with interest in the mirror, as if looking into the person he was named after. Fred Weasley II was a very big blessing in his life.
'Make your namesake proud, son.' he said.
The fourth time he looked into the mirror-
He could never have imagined that his life would get so good in a matter of years. He had never felt this happy since... since Fred.
A young girl who looked exactly like her mother, all with her dark hair and eyes stood proudly next to her mother, her Acceptance letter clutched in her hands. Her brother stood next to her, with a look that could only mean he was up to some prank on her.
Roxanne Angelina Weasley was way too smart for him and would easily know if something was wrong. She had her mother's love for Quidditch and her father's love for pranks which, at times, could be a problem for her brother. His life was becoming beautiful.
'My family is now complete.' he said to them.
The fifth and last he looked into the mirror,
He was old now. Very old in fact. With his granddaughter's wedding gone a few months ago, he was sure that the family now would be able to survive without him. Maybe not easily but yes, they would.
Having lived a ripe old age he now wanted to go to the big guy upstairs and meet the people he longed to see.
Tonks, Lupin, Sirius, Fred... especially Fred.
He smiled, knowing that he will be reunited to someone soon, he looked at his face and remembered all those times he would have given up anything to see him again.
'I'm coming for you, brother. Just wait.' with that he breathed his last.
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