For all the twins around the world. And my own one, A -hope you'll die before me (it's only humor, don't worry)-

Disclaimer : You'll be disappointed, I'm sure, but I'm not JKR, sorry.

Fandom : Harry Potter

Words : 500+

Genre : Tragedy/Family

Main character : George Weasley


George's letter

A year after the Last Battle

Dear... dear what ? Brother ? Friend ? Twin ? Second part of myself ? Well, dear Fred, I suppose. But aren't you George ? Am I Fred ? Am I George ?

Together, we are... we were at least, George and Fred, or Fred and George. Gred and Forge.

The boys, the twins, the Weasleys, the troublemakers, the pranksters, the Griffindor's beaters. Ssss : plural. I am -or I was ?- you and you are -or you were ?- me. Two bodies for only one soul.

People don't really understand that. They can't accept that, they think each twin has his own identity, and it's not wrong, but they can't know that the other twin is a very important part of it. If a twin disappears, the other doesn't exist anymore.

You can't live without your twin, it's a part of you, not like a leg or an arm, more like a heart. You can't imagine life without your heart. That's quite the same. You can have a heart's transplant, sure. You can survive the loss of a part of yourself that important.

What others can't understand is that a twin is never alone. He grow-up with his sibling, they go to school together, become teenagers together, etc. They are even born together ! They've got the same classes, play the same games, share the same birthday. We share a part of ourselves with our twin.

The worst is when I realize you're missing. I always want to say something to you, so I look for you like when you were alive, but I'm no more able to find you. So I cry. Percy is the most patient about that. We talked a lot this year. He was such a mess when you died. I always suspected than we were his favorites. I think he understands me better than the others.

He left the family before, you know. He told me it was the worst decision he ever took in his all life. I agreed.

I spent a lot of time at the Burrow, or at Percy's place, in London. People look at me with pity in the streets. They don't have any doubts, now : I'm the one called George, the unfortunate who lived when his brother died. How sad.

I should have pity for them instead ; they never know how it is to share your existence with someone else since the beginning.

Yeah, I'm crying a lot currently, but I laughed a lot in the past.

Yeah, nobody should suffer like I suffer today, but everybody should have someone who could make him feel that bad if he left.

Yeah, nobody should live with this weight on his shoulders, but seriously, it's worth it.

I had a twin, I had you, Fred, George, or whatever the hell your name is, and he's -you are- dead in the end -don't do that silly joke about dead-ends, you silly- but I had a twin. And it's worth it.

Hell, sometimes I'm not even sure which of us died one year ago.

You can't separate twins. I sometimes think that if I'm so confused, it's because you're with me, into me, forever.

Yours truly,

George & Fred (that sounds better than anything else)