George Weasley held his hand up to the mirror, watching as his reflection copied him.
Like... A twin. No, not a twin, he reminded himself, staring at the person in the glass. The stranger stared back, mocking him in a way only one other had been able to.
Oh, God Fred. Why did you have to die? George brought a finger up to his left ear absentmindedly.. or rather, where his left ear used to be. He traced the hole there, his mind wandering back into the past, back to when Fred was still alive.
"Saintlike. You see. . . I'm holy. Holey, Fred, geddit?"
"Pathetic. Pathetic! With the whole wide world of ear-related humour before you, you go for holey?"
"Ah well. You'll be able to tell us apart now, anyway, Mum."
George chuckled slightly, grinning at the memory and shaking his head. They had been so.. complete. "Why'd you have to go and die, huh, Fred?" He asked his reflection, and desperation crept into his features.
"George, darling? Are you ready? You know that Ron hates it when when we're late for those parties of his!" Angelina called in a teasing voice from outside the bathroom.
"Coming, coming," George yelled in reply, stifling a yawn. He turned to the door, readjusted his bright red hair over the hole in his head, and glanced back to his reflection. "See ya, Fred," he muttered, and strode away, leaving an empty mirror behind.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, the characters, etc. Sorry it was was angsty and so short, but I wanted to write one for George. Please review!