So here it is, my brand new story! After 'Nightingale', you guys knew that I couldn't very well stop now! This was actually inspired by a friend of mine who is named Emerald so thanks to her for giving me this idea! We were actually really joking about it and I don't think that she's expecting this, but I'm doing it anyway just because I feel like it. It's kinda cute and a bit out of the norm for most twin stories, but what can I say? I'm kinda awesome like that...lol, yeah right!

Cheers to a new story and for lots of reviews!

It all started with a girl…

Her name was Emerald Shepherd, a quirky witch with the attention span of a tick. A bohemian since birth thanks to her hippie musician parents, Emerald was a free spirit without a single soul on the planet that had the power to tell her what to do. She had a lovely face with concentrating hazel eyes that hid mysteriously behind a pair of thinly framed silver glasses. She had a mix of auburn and brunette hair that in certain lights looked shockingly red. It swung around her shoulders straight as a pin with bangs hanging halfway across her forehead. Freckles tickled her nose and spread sparsely across her cheeks. A gangly girl in appearance, she stood barely over five and a half feet tall. She had one of the most beautiful smiles that most had ever seen, but today she was not smiling. Today, she wept.

Ever since she had left England, she had changed herself. Things had happened…terrible things that she wished that she could forget. But now she had returned. From what she could understand so far, it had been two weeks since the long awaited defeat of Voldermort. Emerald was lucky to have been so far away from the dangerous action, only hearing a few snippets of information at a time. That's what happened when you lived in the middle of Russia with the nearest town a day's ride away. This piece of information, though, did make it to her the instant that it happened. The instant that the final battle had broken out, news spread across the magical world, even reaching Emerald in her snow covered cottage. The next piece of news that reached her nearly killed her on the spot.

That's why she was here again.
That's why she had taken the long journey from Russia to London.
This place…this coffin was the reason why she was here…

It was raining. Large black umbrellas were gathered around a stark open grave with a black casket hanging over the hole. An array of flowers covered the ground, almost engulfing the casket with soaking petals. She shivered as a harsh breeze blew past her. Emerald wasn't used to the rain, having gotten used to the snowy hills in Russia. She wore a long black cloak with a large hood lined with fur. Fur had become her best friend even though she hated the thought of killing small animals to keep herself warm. Her arms were crossed to keep her warm, but she was still shaking. She was front in center, directly across from the grieving family. She recognized most of them, but only one stood out to her; he looked like a puzzle that was missing a very big piece. She smiled briefly, but he wasn't even looking at her. He just stared at the ground, every inch of him wanting to just leave.

All of a sudden, it started to rain even harder. The man who was talking, a man that Emerald recognized only slightly, quickly finished up what he was saying and dismissed the mourners. Emerald stayed in her spot with a stone look on her face. Within moments, the family had left to get into the car…all but one. Emerald found herself frozen in her spot. All this time, she had been unable to cry, but now she was rushed with emotions. She slowly walked around the grave, her eyes focused on what had been her closest friend. She finally stood beside him without him even glancing towards her. Emerald pulled back her hood, letting the rain slap against her hair and face.

"Hello George." His eyes flicked up first before he picked up his head to look at her. He had been crying, but the sadness had disappeared from his face. The only thing that remained was utter shock.

"Em…what are you doing here?" She shrugged her shoulders, glancing down at the casket.

"I heard about Fred…" She said simply. His jaw was dropped as he just stared at her. She wiped her face of all the collected water. She knew that she was crying, but you couldn't tell because of all the rain. "I'm so sorry George…" He slowly nodded.

"Thank you for coming…I know that Fred would have really appreciated it...he missed you..." She nodded, pushing back her soaking hair.

"How've you been?"

"George! Get in the car this instant!" George glanced over his shoulder to see his mother leaning out an open door with a sour look on her face. He quickly turned back towards Emerald.

"I'm sorry…are you coming to the pub?"

"Uh…I wasn't planning on it, but…if you want me there…"

"Great, I'll see you there." He quickly rushed away, leaving Emerald with a strange chilled feeling. He was running away from her. She could understand why…it just hurt to watch it happening right in front of her. Emerald watched him climb into the car and offer her one last wave before it sped away. She stood fixed in the rain before glancing back into Fred's grave. She slowly approached the grave, slowly being filled by two grave diggers. The rain was letting up, almost stopping until it was merely a light drizzle. She combed a hand through her hair to try and get it to dry faster. Emerald let out a shaking sigh, the tears quickly returning as she stared at the soaked flowers. She crouched down, watching the hole quickly fill with dirt and the flowers were slowly taken away. One of the grave diggers suddenly approached Emerald, tapping her on the shoulder.

"Sorry miss, gotta ask you to move so that we can get these flowers to the house." He said, heavily supporting himself on a mud covered shovel. Emerald quickly nodded, standing back up and smoothing down her cloak.

"I'll move…" She whispered quietly.

"Thanks love." She nodded at him and he quickly walked away to start clearing the flowers. Emerald glanced back down at the grave, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Bye Fred…I love you…and I never stopped..."