This is a translation of Grytherin18-Friki's story, "Feliz cumpleaños." You can find it at www . fanfiction dot net s/12098395/1/Feliz-cumpleaños
George woke in the middle of the night. His heart beat with force while he sat in the bed. It felt like beads of cold sweat were falling down his back. He shivered when he felt the draft that was coming through the open window.
He looked at the time on the clock. Six in the morning. He could still sleep for a couple of hours. But he didn't want to.
He got up and his feet carried themselves to an old and small bathroom. He turned on the faucet, washing his face with him. He turned it off and lifted his gaze, fixing it the reflection that the mirror returned to him, one of a redheaded man with blue eyes and a missing ear.
He saw that face every day of the year, but that was the only day in which George saw a different face.
Then he whispered, "Happy birthday, Fred."