A/N: Sawp. Well, there's not much to say, other than I plans for this story. Yay. Enjoy the prologue, and if you want me to continue, REVIEWPLZ.
PROLOGUE.
George Weasley kneeled in front of a shattered mirror, the shadowed form of his body shaking. Soft sobs could just barely be heard, as he hid his head in his knees, his hands pulling on his flaming red hair. There was nothing he could do, nothing…
He couldn't cry when his twin first died. He couldn't cry at the funeral. He couldn't cry when all those around him apologized, saying what a shame it was that George was now… Alone.
No, George could only cry when he saw his reflection. Pain built inside of him like no other, because when he looked at his reflection, he saw Fred, staring back at him… The only thing that snapped him back to reality was his missing ear.
George didn't want to remember, he didn't want to think of his lost twin. He didn't want to feel pain anymore, he didn't want to be Just George. He wanted to be George and Fred, Fred and George, however it was said. How could he live without his other half, by his side, two against the world?
It hurt, way too much, to think of this… He needed to leave Fred behind, and try to live on his own, all one his own.
'But how, when you see him every time you look at a mirror?'
So George did the only thing he could think of. He grabbed a brush, and threw it into the mirror, with strength he never even knew he had, smashing it into a million pieces. With the realization of what he had done, he collapsed to his knees, and cried his heart out.
George couldn't just forget Fred, he loved Fred, way too much… His greatest challenge, then, was to learn to live without Fred.
'Don't you dare give up on me, brother, or I'll come down there and beat your arse.'
END PROLOGUE.