"Daddy," called a small voice from the other room.
George Weasley walked into his bedroom to find his four year old son poring over an old photo.
"Why are you twice?" asked little Freddie. George didn't need to see it to know that Freddie was holding a picture of him and his twin brother Fred.
He knew Freddie wasn't old enough to understand that Fred was the uncle he had never met, as he had died before Freddie was born. Besides, that was a conversation for when Freddie was older.
In a few months, on the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, George will have lived longer without Fred than with him. It was weird for George to think that he will have lived more of his life missing one half of himself than he will have ever lived as a whole.
He carefully took the photograph and looked at himself and his brother… both beautifully ignorant to the horrors that the future would hold.
George couldn't describe to his four year old son how the two boys in the picture were both himself, in the sense that Fred was his other half. They were brothers. They were twins. They were two halves of one whole.
So George simply took Freddie in his lap and said, "That is me... twice."
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