Author's Note: So this is the first time I've written Harry Potter. Well whaddaya know? It's George and Fred in this pretty angsty fic that I thought of. Fun times, my friend. Fun times indeed!

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Fred and George :(

Warnings: Mentions of FredxGeorge Character death, swearing and angst.

Mirrors

"Hey Fred, it's me again. How are you?" Red-rimmed eyes stared back at him but the boy next to his reflection just smiled. A hand was placed on his shoulder but he couldn't feel it; it was a ghost. The mouth in the reflection moved but no sound came out. Another tear fell down the already wet cheeks.

"That's good to hear." He smiled, hiccupping. Those pink soft lips moved again and this time, George could read them.

What's wrong Georgie? A concerned look took over the reflection. George just smiled and wiped his eyes.

"Everything's fine Fred." He replied. The other just looked confused and approached his mirror reflection. Tired, George sat on the floor in front of his brother as he advanced in the mirror. Fred crouched down to his brother and placed a kiss on his forehead. No touch, no feeling. How George longed to feel just the lightest brush of his twin's lips on his forehead just one more time. Just once more, then he could be happy.

What's wrong Georgie? Tell me. With that, George broke down into relentless tears. The boy in the mirror looked shocked and crouched down beside him, putting his hand around his shoulders for comfort.

Nothing.

Not. A. Feeling. Apart from heartbreak.

I'll never leave you George. I promise! Another touchless kiss, another touchless embrace. Another heartbreak, another cry.

Just another day in front of the Mirror of Erised.

A hand caressed the cheek of the boy in the mirror.

"I'll find you Fred, and when I do, I'm kicking your ass for leaving me!" he joked, trying to sound like his usual self. A soft smile crossed the features of his twin.

Of course you will Georgie. George laughed at the nick-name and leant closer to the mirror, his breath fogging it up, and placed his hand onto it.

"Wait for me?" he whispered. Fred smiled and placed his hand over George's.

Always.

Author's Note: Because THAT wasn't depressing. Oh well, at least it's out of my system! Review folks!