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Interchangeable
Fred and I were easily interchangeable. We were twins; Gred and Forge. No one, not even Mum, knew which one we were.
Until Fred had his ear cut off.
Until Fred died.
You know, I'd never really loved anyone romantically, not the way Fred did. I could tell he loved Angelina—hell, I knew before he knew. To me, his twin brother, it was obvious.
Angelina loved Fred, too—but that meant, by extension, she loved me. The only way she could tell the difference between us was the way he flirted with her.
Before the battle, that terrible final battle when Fred died, he spoke to me.
"George," he said.
"Yes, oh-brother-of-mine?" I asked.
"If anything happens to me—"
"Nothing will," I interrupted him firmly. I was a fool…
He smiled. "Yeah, right. But if anything does—look after Angelina for me, will you? Make sure she's happy."
I was surprised. "Yeah, sure," I agreed.
He grabbed me and looked me in the eyes. "You promise?" he questioned me fiercely.
I looked at him in astonishment. "Yeah, of course—it's me, Fred, remember?"
"Right." He let me go, shaking his head. "Sorry. Don't know what I was thinking. It's just…"
I smiled at him. "It's okay. I understand."
He smiled back. "I know you do."
So after the battle, I remembered Fred's words.
"Hey, Angelina…wanna go on a date?"
It took me a few tries, but I got her in the end. It was inevitable; to her, I was just as much Fred as Fred was.
And now I've stridden down the aisle with a girl I'll never love…
The pries smiles at me. Lost in thought, I've missed his speech—all but the last, most important bit.
"George Fabion Weasley, do you take this woman to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do you part?"
Remembering Fred—my brother, my other half, gone forever—I give my answer:
"I do."