This is a story about George finding the Mirror of Erised, and what he sees. I know it doesn't make any sense like how he finds it or whatever but I've had this story in my heart for a long time. Fred was my favorite character and I miss him like crazy. I'm just guessing this is what George might do if he came across the Mirror. Don't get mad at me if it sounds to girly or something. If you don't like it go right your own.
He stood in front of a strange mirror. Gold lined the sides and strange words engraved the top. As George slowly walked up to the mirror he nearly screamed. There right behind him stood Fred. Not his son but his brother. He was smiling like he did whenever they were about to something dangerous or crazy. He was the same age and worn the same clothes the day he died. Nothing had changed. George but his hands on the mirror, wanting so badly to step right through and join Fred. Tears slowly streaked down his face. "I miss you, more than anyone else. Why did you have to go?" Fred didn't say a word he just stood there and smiled but looked sad, like he didn't understand why he died too. Tears were coming down loudly on George's face. He didn't care if the whole world saw him crying. He felt so happy to see Fred again, but so terribly sad that it was only a reflection. It only existed in this mirror. Suddenly he wanted to destroy the mirror, for taunting him about Fred's terrible death. All he did was cry more. He wasn't sure how long he cried, or what time it was. He didn't care that Angelina was most likely looking for him. All that mattered was he keep looking at the mirror. Keep holding on to his brother, his best friend, his partner in crime. All that mattered was Fred