ERISED
Chapter 1
George Weasley stared into the mirror, not blinking and barely moving. His hand rested on the glass as a single, hot tear streaked down his face. He was dressed in an elegant tuxedo his mother had rented for him. It fit George perfectly, mind you, but it just didn't feel right.
What George saw in that mirror was not himself. The face that stared back at him was not his own; merely one that just looked like him. An identical copy of himself.
He saw someone with the same, gleaming blue eyes and fiery red hair. Someone with the same lanky body hunched over the counter. The same mouth. The same face. But it was not George.
The person in the mirror who he shared many laughs with, his accomplice in all of his pranks. His best friend. His brother.
"George," a soft voice came from the doorway. George met his younger sister's gaze in the mirror. "It's time."
Ginny was wearing a simple black and grey gown with a midnight headband holding her hair out of her eyes. As for her eyes, which were normally a warm brown color, they were quite dull and emotionless. Her cheeks were flushed from crying so much the past two days.
Together, George and Ginny wordlessly made their way into the backyard, where their friends and family were waiting for them.
Ginny ran straight to Harry, who wrapped his arms around her instinctively. Mrs. Weasley was standing next to her husband, her normally kind and inviting face was flooded with tears. Ron was comforting Hermione. Bill was next to his mother, trying to calm her down. Percy, on the other hand, was standing tall and proud as usual., no emotion crossing his face.
"Shall we go?" Percy prompted. He didn't even bother waiting for an answer before a huge CRACK! filled the air and he was gone. Everyone else glared at where Percy had just stood for a moment before following suit. First Mrs. and Mr. Weasley. Then Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Ginny. Then Bill and Fleur. Finally, George pulled out his wand and disappeared.
Where the large group arrived was a large funeral home for wizards, somewhere in west London. When George walked in the room, the man who had prepared the casket nearly had a heart attack.
"You- you're in there!" He exclaimed, pointing at the open casket.
"No," George said with a dark laugh. "But I should be."