Disclaimer: Yes, this is JK Rowling. Ok, not really. If I were JK, Fred wouldn't have died... neither would have Dobby, Lupin, Tonks, or Srius. Definately not Sirius.
A/N: Was reading these Mirror of Erised stories, and I really wanted to try one... short, but I hope it's worth it.
"It's just a mirror." George told himself, his voice nearly a monotone. He looked up at the jumbled message over the reflective glass. He knew if he read it backwards, the sentence would make sense. After attempting to do so, he sighed. "I need to see him... one last time."
George looked into the mirror, his reflection looking back at him. The red Weasley hair was tangled and messy, his robes were more tattered than Lupin's. Lupin... he was dead too. George closed his eyes, knowing what would appear in this mirror.
He bit his lip as he raised his eyes to the glass. George jumped in slight surprise, or maybe he was still edgy after the battle. The mirror now contained a slim figure with the trademark hair and a mischievous expression.
"Freddie." George choked out, examining his twin. Fred grinned, nodding. He looked down, then quickly glanced at George. Fred tapped is ear, clearly mouthing the word 'holy'.
"That's me. I'm holey." Fred doubled over with laughter, his frame shaking. George did not smile. Fred saw this, his smile instantly fading. He looked at George, studying his appearance. Fred pressed his hands the glass, peering at George as if t see him better.
George extended his arm, reaching out to Fred. George walked slowly towards the mirror, pausing a step away. One more step, and he would be with his twin. George took a deep breath to steady himself. Meeting Fred's eyes, he took the final step, expecting his fingers to meet another hand-
But there was only cold glass.
George flattened his palm against where Fred's hand was pressed against the glass. "Fred." he croaked, feeling the telltale prickles in his eyes. George dropped his gaze, willing the tears not to fall. When he looked back up, Fred was staring at him intently. mouthed three little words.
'I miss you.'
Because all he wanted was to see Fred again.
-The next Padfoot