"To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."
-J.K. Rowling
George Weasley heart felt as a dementor hugged it. He was gone. No way would he ever come back. George Weasley had lost his other half. His entire life was spent with Fred being right at his side. He would have to through the rest of it alone. Even though the most evil wizard of all time was gone, he still didn't feel relieved or..safe. How would life without Fred be.
"G-George..I..I'm sorry.." His little sister Ginny said, voice hardly above a whisper.
George pulled Ginny into a tight everlasting hug before mumbling in tears, "It wasn't your fault Gin, it wasn't your fault." George wiped his eyes, realizing he was crying, "I'm sorry, my eyes have been watering."
"Crying is a way your eyes speak when your mouth can't explain how hurt your heart is," Ginny said, much like how Dumbledore would have said it. Sad, but wise. "Wanna help me clean up.." Ginny asked in a sad meek voice.
George nodded, and headed inside to clean up. He wandered into an empty room on the third floor. There he saw a mirror he studied the mirror, and saw the words, "I show not your face, but your heart's desire." George gazed into the mirror but nothing, but his reflection. He waved his hands in a silly sort of manor, but much to his dismay, his reflection did the same. He desired himself? Yeah right, the mirror was a fake. He furrowed his eyebrows, making his reflection do the same. George left the room, giving up.
But George had not noticed, that his reflection stood on slight slant.
He hadn't noticed the small quirky smile his reflection gave.
He hadn't noticed that his reflection had both ears.