'Kay, I think this one's a little bit of a mind-boggler, so my advice is to read it carefully. Haha :)

This isn't in the POV of either twin, btw, it's in the POV of both, if that makes sense.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

We can only be grateful that we never had to face a boggart in school, in front of everyone, like our little brother, (ickle) Ron(niekins) did and the rest of his year.

We feel sorry for those that did, such as Harry Potter, and those others that did not fare well when doing so.

However, we also cannot help but feel our relief that it was not us to do as they did. Perhaps it is selfish for us to feel this way—no, there is no 'perhaps' about it, we know it is selfish—but it is in our human nature to feel so.

For our fear is great, and perhaps quite silly, too.

Though it is not silly to us, as silly fears often are to the people that fear them, it would be quite ridiculous to others that may hear of it.

Not only because it is a silly fear, perhaps, but also because others not like us cannot comprehend, cannot understand, our fear in the way we do.

Our fear is a fear and terror that only those that are twins can possibly understand. And even then, twins do not always feel as we do, for they do not grow up as close as we did.

Our fear is separation from each other.

We think we shall never be married, because of this fear.

Our terror consumes us at the thought of living without the other.

And we discovered this on the day that we first stepped into Hogwarts, on the day of our Sorting.

We cannot begin to tell you how nearly unbearable and frightening it was for us when one of us was chosen to be put upon the stool first, and be Sorted, and to wait for the second to be Sorted afterwards.

Our terror was great, when we waited for the second of us to either be called into the same House, or into another House.

So we cannot even begin to think what would happen if one of us were to be married, and the other not.

Or, God forbid, one of us to be dead, and the other alive.

For if one of us were dead, it would be like death to the both of us.

Others who are not like us could not possibly understand this, for they do not understand us.

There is no Fred and George to us.

There is no 'you' and 'I' in our world.

There is simply 'us' and 'we'.

We are as we are, and we are one.

To kill off one and to leave the other would be a torture so incomprehensible that we cannot bother—or bear—to think of it now.

That is why we both fear death, like we fear no other.

Our boggart would be the form of death, and death is a coward's fear—at least in the minds of children and teenagers such as us.

To be put in front of our class and for our class to find out our fear of death, would be social suicide.

We would most likely be ridiculed for our fears, because death is a silly fear, at least when not accompanied by the reason behind it.

If a boggart were able to show that we do not exactly fear death, but in fact fear the death of the other, than all would be fine. But boggarts do not.

That is why we can only be grateful that it was Ron's class that faced a boggart, and not us and ours, no matter how selfish we know it is.