Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Author's Note: George dealing with Fred's death has been made out many ways here on FF. This is my small part of it. Hopefully it isn't too out there and everywhere. It does end abruptly but there was nothing more to the story. The song 'Sleepwalker' by Alien Ant Farm gave me this idea. Do review. -Delta
Sleepwalker
Night is always the hardest.
George knows why, but the memories of twin-sized times pulls an ache in his chest he can't shake without a hefty gallon of Ogden's so those are strictly off limits.
He only allows himself this.
The night-lit bathroom is quiet, save his soft and heavy breaths falling like fog against the beautifully cold mirror. George's eyes are still closed because he knows there's magic in this moment, it's this moment that counts.
He presses his cheek up against the cold glass of the mirror adjacent to the one facing him and he takes a deep breath, and as he expels it onto the foggy mirror, he opens his eyes.
"Fred."
He smiles because he's there. He smiles because he knows those brown eyes and that bent nose and crooked smile, and he's seen and tasted those freckles adorning that noseā¦
"George."
The voice lingers like a caress on the words and as he turns back to the mirror the smile is gone and all he is left with is burnt sadness in brown eyes that no longer remind him of what he needs.
And so he places his hand across his broken heart, and he presses his fevered forehead against the cool glass, and he murmurs every word he should have said and he prays, he prays that somehow they will get to Fred.
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