If other people could see what I saw in the Mirror of Erised, they'd think it was an ordinary mirror.
They would think that it was myself smiling back. You know, besides the fact that the actual me hasn't smiled that genuinely in over a year.
But it's not. It's my best friend, my worst enemy, the person I trust more than anything, the person who makes me laugh the hardest and the person who's pranks can make mum yell the loudest, my brother, Fred Weasley.
Fred and I, we're identical twins. Except the eyes. I have my father's cerulean eyes while Freddie inherited mum's brown ones. In the mirror, the only thing I can concentrate on is those pools of brown.
All I can see in them is my family. I can see Mum's brown eyes crying after she saw his mangled body, I can see Charlie's brown eyes, red and puffy when he found out, and I can see my little sister, Ginny, wracked with sobs and regret in her brown orbs as she lay next to him one last time.
Eyes. The path to a person's soul.
This is all reflected in those bloody eyes. I can't even bare to look in a normal mirror because I can see my blue eyes, Dad's eyes, Bill's eyes, Percy's eyes, and Ron's eyes. Us Weasley's stick together, cry together, and heal together.
I can't heal because we're not together. I'm not together. I'm missing a half that I can only find in the Mirror of Erised.
It's been almost fourteen months since Fred's end. I'm back at Hogwarts today because it's Ginny's and Hermione's graduation ceremony. Me, being the terrible brother I've been since the battle, snuck off into the Room of Requirement, where I found the Mirror that I've heard so much about.
I feel like it's a sick joke, the kind that Fred and I would play on Umbridge in seventh year before we left to start our business. Except, instead of growing extra fingers out of my stomach, like we did to her, I'm just left with a reminder of all that I've lost.
Surreal. That's how I'd describe this feeling. Lonely would be a good word as well. Nothing in the entire would has quenched my grief. They say time heals all wounds, but 'they're' full of flobberworms.
I tried to move on. I smashed all the mirrors in my flat, I opened back up Weasley Wizard Wheezes, I go to the Burrow and pretend not to notice the empty seat next to me. I do everything I possibly could, but now I know and accepted the fact that I'll never be whole again.
Because honestly, you can't look into my eyes and tell me Fred's not gone and I'm here, half of a set that never should have parted. Right now, I'd do anything for the person in the mirror's eyes to be blue, and the legitimate person staring into the mirror's eyes brown.