I knew I'd write it more than once. I love the twins. George is my favorite HP character, ever. I couldn't pass up writing what Rowling never bothered to. And apparently I'll do it multiple times, because I can. I do the same with Sasuke.
Please review. If you don't, I'll send Nargles after you. And they're mean little suckers.
Some people expressed confusion with the last paragraph, so I tried to make it more clear. Let me know if it still needs help. I also added a bit on the end, because it didn't feel like a good end to me while I was rewriting it.
And since someone had to ask: Yes, it was a prank, their last collaboration for Weasley's Wizard Weezes. If you haven't read it yet, that'll make sense in a minute.
"Handkerchief"
George caught sight of Fred to his left and turned, grinning, to welcome him back. But beside him he found only an old mirror. He saw Fred in it, but missing an ear, and the smile slid off his face.
His fist moved faster than his thoughts. He shattered the mirror and sent shards of glass flying, each one reflecting a tiny one-eared Fred.
Mrs. Weasley hurried in from her kitchen to investigate the raucous. She half expected her twins to be blowing up the sitting room again, but a part of her knew Fred wouldn't be there.
She found George staring at the fragments of glass lying by his feet, holding his bleeding fist with his other hand.
"Oh, dear!" Mrs. Wealsey rushed to her son's side and dragged him to the kitchen to clean and bandage his hand.
George watched silently. He knew his hand would heal, but his heart wouldn't, not completely. He watched his mother bandage his hand, trying desperately to bandage his heart too.
He handed her a handkerchief, and she gratefully blew her nose. He walked out of the kitchen, his hands in his pockets. Once he turned the corner, he ran upstairs.
"GEORGE WEASLEY!" She screamed after him.
He hid in his room and locked the door. That handkerchief was the last thing they made together. He wondered if it worked but thought it best to check later, once Mrs. Weasley had cooled down. He knew it did something anyway. Maybe he'd test it on Percy. He grinned into his mirror.
"I'll miss you."