AUTHOR NOTES:
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, just the plot.
Warning: Sad. Or at least for me since I loved the twins so much. I almost cried. Reviews appreciated!
I'm using this journal in honor of my brother, Fred, who gave me this pack of parchment so I wouldn't keep my feelings bottled up…I thought it was a joke…I guess it's not such a big gag any longer.
How could I have lost my brother? Twin, I mean. It's like we're playing hide and seek again, like when we were five…except…there is no end.
I was half expecting to see Fred pop up and say "Gotcha' old-timers, you're so gullible". But I guess that's not how the world works, eh?
Life ends and another begins. He would've liked that phrase.
It's weird, the little things you think of when the person you care about most in the world is taken out of your grasp.
I know how Harry feels every morning now. Waking up and feeling…well…empty.
When I was down on that marble floor holding up my identical body, I wanted to grab my wand and just slay myself. I really did. Life's not the same without him…it's not fair!
Why does life have to be so cruel? It's not like Fred hurt anyone…pranking is different than hurting…well, most of the time.
He didn't deserve what he got.
Oh what merry little lives we lead, thinking that nothing bad would ever happen to us, so cocky and full of ourselves we were. It was all a joke to us.
That ends now.
I'm not saying I will never prank again or end the joke shop, no, no, no, far from that. How would I keep Fred's spirit alive otherwise?
I will prepare for what's next and not dwell on what happened in the past.
I'm George Weasley, and this is only the beginning.