Two Of A Kind



Fred and George . Gred and Forge . We had always been a pair. Two
of a kind , right ? Well , no more . I didn't expect him to survive , he had
already given up before him time . Our joke shop , destroyed completely .
Everything - Destroyed. My life , George's ......... And now , Ron was in
Azkaban . Harry was dead. Hermione was alone. Does anything work out
the way that it's supposed to ? I doubted it . Sirius was free , for sure , and
Remus had been teaching at Hogwarts again. Well .... he couldn't really any
more . There was no Hogwarts to teach at . Dumbledore was dead. So was
Hagrid . All died in Harry's cause . Perhaps .... perhaps it might have been
worth it , if Harry had survived . Survived to see what people had done for
him , how many people loved him. But he never got to witness it . He never
did. I inched closer to the edge of the cliff , peering down . We had been on
top of the world. The most successful joke shop . EVER. Even more so than
Zonko's . But ... That was over now. It was something out of a memory. My
former life , now , was a memory . I edged even closer , now enough to see
the black deepness , interrupted only by the sharp , jagged rocks . I sighed,
tiredly . It wasn't worth it. Nothing was any more . Nothing . At least , I
would be happy dead . Ginny was in a coma , with no hope she would ever
come out again . Suddenly , I realized what I had to do ... I - I jumped.
There. I was free now . And then , someone was holding my hand , leading
me away . It was George .
"Come . You're home now ."
I was free at last . I was home .