Spoilers almost to the end of DH. PG/K+.
George felt his throat tighten as he looked at himself in the mirror. If he tried, really tried, he could almost imagine that his reflection was real.
Half of his identity had been "Fred's twin". For as long as he could remember, he had played on that, used that, plans always going a little better with the two of them than they could ever have done alone. Together they had laughed their way through the good times and made the bad ones bearable. Hell, they had laughed through the bad times too.
Now George was alone. George was just... George.
