A/N: A very short thing I wrote without any intention of doing so. I don't know what inspired it, and it was written quickly so it's not brilliant.
I was actually doing something completely different, then the next thing I knew; I was writing this on ms word… odd that. Still, even though I could have definitely done better, I hope you enjoy and review
His Last Gift
He watched in silent awe as she moved with skilled precision, the thin layer of silk that covered her clinging to her milky skin as she twisted and turned. The stars seemed to be drawn to her, shining all that more brightly as she danced beneath them. Rising on her bare toes, she propelled herself from the ground, twirling gracefully in the air, the folds of her dress shining like moonlight as she moved.
It was fantastic.
He felt a pang tug at him; he shouldn't be enjoying this.
Remember why you're here…
It was becoming increasingly harder to think clearly, he was mesmerized by this beautiful enchantress dancing before him. The sheer beauty of her every movement was fantastic and precise. It was as if she had been born simply to dance.
And then, quite suddenly, she stopped. Heavy fog lifted from his mind, it was as if he was seeing again for the first time after many years of darkness.
"Fred," he whispered, blinking in disbelief.
The enchantress, having finished her summon, had moved away where she watched from a safe distance. A thick fog swamped the area she had been dancing, and in the pool of moonlight, it twisted and distorted until a ghostly figure of the live mans twin stood.
George Weasley stepped closer to the wispy ghost of his brother, hardly daring to believe it real. Twin eyes stared at each other, until –
"What the hell do you want, Lugless?"
George cracked a weak, unpractised smile. It looked out of place on his tired face, like it had long since lost the right to be there.
"I wanted to know what you'd done with the wireless, you great git," George croaked, lamely.
Fred's smile was large and brilliant; even in death it had not lost its spark.
"I miss you too, George," he said.
A tear slid from George's blood shot eyes. He glanced at the dancer, who nodded, before stepping closer to his dead twin.
He reached out, but achieved only breaking the fog that formed his twins' body. He drew his hand back quickly, and the fog twisted back into place.
After months of wanting nothing more than to speak to his twin, George was at a loss of what to say.
Already Fred's form was vanishing, they didn't have much time. He had to say something… but before he could, Fred spoke up.
"Do me a favour, George?" Fred asked, his voice fainter than before. George couldn't help but feel the swell of anger at the request. Why should he do anything for Fred? Hadn't Fred abandoned him? A lone twin was like an egg with no shell.
He hated Fred!
Tears poured freely from his eyes, his fists clenched angrily.
He should give his twin a piece of his mind; how very dare he leave him alone in this world! –
Instead – "anything," George agreed.
"Give Angelina a good old snog for me."
George let his gaze drop and laughed despite himself. Typical Fred.
When he looked back up, Fred had vanished.
"No…" he whispered, he voice breaking slightly. No, Fred couldn't be gone – not again! They hadn't had enough time! He looked at the enchantress with panicked eyes, but she simply stared sadly back at him.
"I found you ear, Lugless," a voice whispered in his one remaining ear. George spun, but there was nothing. Although a thin fog still remained, no trace of his twin could be seen. He brought his hand up to the spot where his missing ear had once resided and suddenly the relevance of Fred's last words hit him.
Although there was no ear there for him to hear, George heard Fred's laugh ring out to his right.
A smile touched his lips; brighter than the last.
Gone, but not forgotten, Fred would make sure of that.