‚I know it's you again.'
The calm voice of Professor Mc Gonnagal stroke the cold dungeon floor and flooded all through the room until that very place where the old mirror had been placed not so long ago.
'Borrowed that coat from Potter again have you, Weasley?'
Her voice sounded comforting, not angry.
'I know what you're feeling boy, but you can't go on coming here every night for the rest of your life. You just can't. It doesn't make him come back you know?'
There was a soft whimper then someone snuffled, but still nobody showed.
'Get over it boy. Try to get over it. It's been so long now.'
Mc Gonnagal turned around and slowly walked towards the dungeon's door.
'You know he would have wanted you to be happy. He couldn't have stood the thought of you being sad. Isn't that the main thing that he was trying to bring to people? Happiness? You amongst all people should know this part about him, George.'
With softly saying his name Mc Gonnagal finally left the dungeons and as the door had touched the wall and put the room in dull light, made of candles again, George let go of the invisibility cloak and sat motionless in front of the mirror of erised.
It was long time now since he had actually been crying over his brother. Month had passed since Freds unbelievable death. No –George was beyond tears. Non of the less he suffered like the first minute he had seen his lifeless face. His cold eyes that had been full of fire an laughter for every second in his short life. His static lips that had already made their very last move for the final laugh. In a moment that he hadn't even shared with him. He should have been there. Damn it! He had always been with him. They should have died side by side for heavens sake like they had sworn each other in that one full moon night inside their newly build tree house when they where six years old.
'Fred you dumb ass.', whispered George to the mirror.
'You can't just go and break promises you gave to people. Especially your twin brother!'
Fred ignored this assault and put his arm around Georges shoulders, smiling happily and whispering to Georges mirror reflection probably the next prank he had thought of in his reflationary mind. The mirror- George also was grinning, holding out his hand for a high five now which Fred replied immediately. Automatically the real George had risen his own hand to high five his beloved brother, but his hand stayed cold and lonely in the mid air of a quiet Hogwarts dungeon. Freds lifeless laughter he could only see now, inside that mirror, never hear again.