A/N: I'm back with Harry Potter Fiction – More angst (what did you expect, fluff? I'm the most unromantic girl you'll ever meet.
The sky was clear, the perfect day for a wedding... but this was not a wedding. A wedding was happy but this was not a wedding. A wedding would bring people together – so does this, but this was not a wedding. It was a funeral. A goddamned funeral and all he wanted it to do was rain – he wanted to be spared the humiliation of being seen crying in front of everyone. Instead he got sun, blue skies the reflection of the grass off of the sun.
As the redhead circled the stone grave for what might've been the hundredth time... or the first... he didn't know, he was too caught up in the circles in his mind to care. That grave should have had two names on it – not one... they were supposed to die together, just as they had been born together. Of course he knew that life didn't work that way, Fred had died as easily had he would fly. George had seen the ghosts of laughter still etched on his mirrors face as the casket was lowered into the ground.
The mirror had been shattered now and it had left a hairline crack in its reflection. Friends, family and even strangers knew this. He could see it in their eyes every time he looked in the mirror because now it wasn't a mirror – there was nothing anymore, just the empty space of the world around him... the empty space of a hollow feeling of unexplored loneliness was eating at his insides while the empty space of the mirrors loss was sweeping the outsides.
For now... the mirror his mind was reflected in was gone... he was lost... his mind was there. The world thought that he had not a mind at all now that its other side was gone. This boy had to come back though... because the world still loved him and his reflection was still there and he would jump from his grave any minute now because he was claustrophobic and Molly would shout at him and then cry and hug him and Arthur would place a hand on his shoulder and welcome him back and Ron would call him a bloody git and Percy would apologise and Bill would laugh and Charlie would threaten to set the dragons on him and Ginny would hit him hard around the face and he would continue jumping the miles. But it wasn't happening because the mirror had shattered and would never be the same again because no matter how hard one tries, a mirror can only fuse with heat if the heat is strong enough and such heat couldn't be found. Besides, the reflection was still there, trying to laugh with his mirrors vigour because one day, the mirror and its reflection would be united but would never split again because a mirror and its reflection are really always together, no matter what it may seem.
A/N: It's short, but I liked the ending. Now goodbye, I have facebooking to attend to.