A/N- I've been wanting to write an angsty story for some time now, so here it is, GeorgexKatie
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry Potter, but man am I jelly of J.K. Rowling
Just a Mirror Image of the Past- Chapter 1
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" came a shout from the tall, red-headed, now red-faced, Weasley, standing on one side of the kitchen.
"George, please stop shouting!" Angelina sobbed, from the other side of the room.
"YOU, CALLED ME…." he took a deep breath, "FRED!"
George was gripping the counter, his knuckles turning white. He was trying his hardest not to pick up the nearest inanimate object and throw it, or to grab his wand and start destroying the room.
"George! I'm sorry, please…" she tried not to yell, "you don't understand…" the last three words came as a whisper; she was looking down at the floor to avert eye contact.
"What, what don't I understand?" he said through gritted teeth.
This received no reply from Angelina.
"Tell me, 'Angel', why?" George turned away from her, to stare out of the window, "Why did you say 'yes', Angelina?" he asked the silence.
There was still silence.
"Why did you say 'yes' when I asked you to marry me?"
"George, I love you!" she returned, attempting to move closer to him- but carefully, so as not to anger him any more.
"NO you don't. Those three words are wasted on me Angelina."
"They're not wasted, George, please listen to me!"
"They are wasted. You don't love me, you love my appearance."
"What do you mean..?" Angelina sobbed.
"You only said 'yes', because I remind you of my brother!"
"George-"
"WHY WOULD YOU CONVINCE ME THAT YOU LOVE ME WHEN YOU ONLY LOVE ME BECAUSE OF MY BROTHER?" the words just kept coming, he couldn't control himself.
It was raining outside, and the pitta patta of the rain could barely be heard under the sound of George's raised voice. Diagon Alley was empty, due to most of the shops being closed, which meant that no one was around to overhear George's rage.
"That's not what I-"
"Yes it is, Angelina. You called me Fred. I'm not stupid."
"Please!"
"MY BROTHER IS DEAD ANGELINA. IF YOU REALLY WANTED TO LET GO OF THE PAST, YOU WOULD'VE GONE OFF WITH LEE JORDAN, OR SOMEONE WHO COULDN'T HAVE HURT YOU!"
"George, you know I loved you brother, but-"
"There's no 'but' anymore. Please Angelina, just go away."
"W-what?" she choked through the tears.
"Leave, I can't take this anymore… I'm sorry."
And half an hour later, Angelina traipsed into the kitchen, accompanied by a large case of her belongings. She looked at George, silent tears creating tracks on her face, and watched as he stared out of the window into the rain.
Taking a few steps towards him, she lifted her left hand. On the third finger was a beautiful ring, made of silver, set with a heart shaped, Jade coloured gem. It had taken George such a long time to save up for it, and she couldn't help but feel guilty as she looked down at it. It glinted in the light, and a final tear slipped down Angelina's cheek before she removed the ring, placing it softly on the counter next to George.
"I'm sorry George… I really do love you…" She whispered her goodbye, and before another word was said, Angelina was out of the door and into the cold, wet street.
She took one last glance up at the shop, before setting off down Diagon Alley, already soaked from the torrential rain.
George turned towards the now empty room, staring after Angelina, as if gazing straight through the door. She was gone, and now he had nothing.
He then glanced at the ring, which had seemingly lost its gleaming beauty. It was as if the ring was also weeping, and George pocketed it, falling to his knees on the floor.
"I'm sorry Fred, I've messed up again…" George whispered, as if his late twin could hear him.