WARNING: This takes place after the Deathly Hallows, and therefore contains DH SPOILERS!!!!!!!!! If you have not yet read the last book and wish NOT to be spoiled, please, read no further!!
I'm not a twin anymore, and neither is my ear. Someone might as well punch one of my eyes out, cut off half of my nose, slice an arm and a leg off, and be done with it, so that absolutely no part of me on the outside will have a twin.
It hasn't even really registered yet in my mind. Every moment I find myself pondering, 'is this real?! Is this really my life? Has this truly happened? Is Fred really gone…really dead???' And then reality crashes down on me ruthlessly like an angry, revenge-seeking tsunami wave, splashing alarmingly salty water onto my face and into my eyes and mouth and I'm forced to accept the hard, cold, cruel truth.
I can't go anywhere without receiving looks of sympathy and pats of pity on the back, and everyone always seems to want to embrace me for my loss these days. Yeah, because a hug is going to bring him back. A hug is going to raise my dead brother back from the grave! My dead brother. My dead twin brother. My dead best friend!!!
I'm resisting my hardest, trying not to plunge into a hole full of bitterness, but it's much too difficult. It's so hard to think of pranks and funny comments without him. It's so hard to think of how much more humorous everything would be if he were here.
We were teammates. We were pranksters. We were shop owners, brothers, and the very best of friends. He was the kind of friend I thought I'd have until the end. We did everything together. Always, since birth. And now…now…suddenly, out of the blue…. it's over.
Why'd you have to do this to me, Fred?! Don't you understand?! There simply can't be a George without Fred! Our title of Fred and George has been sadly reduced to…just George. And I sound like a kid, but I don't care—it's not fair!!! It's just not fair, I miss you too much! Nothing is fair anymore, and my world is upside down, and you know what the worst part is, Fred? Looking in the mirror. It pains me, I have to wince sometimes. Maybe it's just me, but it seems like everyone else can't look at me either. Every day, every time I wake up and glance in the mirror, it's a reminder. A curse. I don't know if I can do it anymore.
I wish it had been me. I'd gladly take your place, Freddie. Why couldn't I have been the one?! It's not that I wish to pass this heavy burden of loss…but you were stronger. More able to cope. You could've handled it. Me? I can't. I'm breaking with every second that ticks. Literally.
Sure, you went down a hero, fighting, and I'm proud of that. And sure, the Dark Lord is gone…but then, so are you.
