THIS IS A SEQUEL TO GHOSTLY GRIEVANCES. YOU SHOULD PROBABLY READ THAT FIRST IF YOU WANT THIS TO MAKE SENSE.
Written for Defense Against the Dark Arts in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments). This is Part Two, the final section, of the assignment. It can't be more than 600 words, and it has to be some kind of monologue.
(A/N: If it's not obvious enough, this is Hermione's Point of View.)
Rounding the corridor, heading away from us, was a translucent figure with a head of orange hair.
I froze. Could it be–?
What if – no, Fred would never come back and have to stay here forever, I tried to convince myself. You were about to cry. Your vision was blurry. You were imagining things.
But when, once upon a time, you used to think weird things that happened around you were your imagination, and then it turns out you were actually doing magic, you tend to stop thinking things are your imagination.
How could – why would Fred –
George.
The answer was so obvious that I almost laughed. Of course, he'd come back for George, whether intentionally or not. They were inseparable, even with one of them dead.
Out of all the times I'd seen them, this was the first time I'd seen them apart, and it's pretty obvious how well that turned out. They needed each other, more than anything. They were a package deal. Kind of like Harry's prophecy, in a way. Neither can live while the other survives...
Or maybe that's not quite it. Neither can live while the other does not survive. They share a bond closer than any between Harry, Ron, and I. They were together since birth. Before birth, actually. And they wouldn't have it any other way.
They refused to be torn apart.