It was the night of the Battle of Hogwarts, and with Voldemort defeated, there should have been a joyous atmosphere. But the ground was littered with the bodies of the dead, and the air was filled with empty silences and spaces where people should have been, but weren't. Steadily, the grounds were cleared until it was just George, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Ron stretched out his arms and looked towards his brother, his best friend, and his girlfriend.
"I'm going to pack it in for the night."
"I'll come with you, Ronald," Hermione responded. The two of them looked at George and Harry.
"Yeah, me too. George?"
"No, I'll stay and finish clearing." George tried to grin in his usual way, but his cheeks were stained with tears, his eyes were red, and his voice wobbled. The three others nodded and began to walk away, until their figures disappeared into the darkness.
George sat down on the stairs, buried his head in his hands, and sobbed, tears rolling down his cheeks in the evening light.
"Freddie… come back… I can't do this without you…" Eventually, when the sun had set and the sky was covered in stars, George stood up and began to walk into Hogwarts, his steps unsteady and wavering, almost as if he was drunk. Slowly, he finished the clearing, putting broken glass into newspapers, tucking animals back into their respective cages, disposing of the very few dead bodies that remained. He wished that they'd left his twin, but they'd wanted to remove him because of how much it hurt to see him lying there. Finally, George came to the very last room.
He pushed open the door with a creak and stepped inside. The room was empty and clean, and George was just about to leave, when he noticed against the wall, a mirror. Across the top were a few words which George couldn't leave. The prankster didn't know that this mirror had extraordinary powers. The Mirror of Erised. It was supposed to show you what you most wanted in the world. George gazed into it, hoping that it would show him something spectacular, anything. Like a magic mirror, after all.
He stared and stared, but there was nothing there, just his own reflection. A final tear rolling down his cheek, he turned away and slammed out of the room. He was frustrated, furious, but most of all, he was tragic.
However, what George hadn't realised, was how the reflection stood slightly differently than he had.
He didn't notice that his reflection was doing that quirky little smile.
He didn't notice that his reflection had both ears.