Summary; After George's death, Fred's lament
Disclaimer ; I don't own Harry Potter, I'm not getting any money for this ( But I wish I did. Keywords ; angst, broomsticks, general gloominess, George & death. Note- inseperatable isn't, as far as my computer knows, a word, I use it because it should be.
My Brother
Inseparateable, that's what they called us, our own little double act, I guess they separated us now.
You know, that is, I think you know, I never thought much about death. I don't know if you ever did yourself, I used to think we never kept secrets from each other so I guess that shows we are different people, contrary to what other's may think.
Do you remember those Christmases and birthdays? We'd always get the same thing even when we preferred something different. I recall the two of us begging for a broom each even though we knew how hard the year had been. Mum didn't say a word but you told me that there were tears in her eyes. That year was especially bad, and when Mum and Dad talked downstairs. We looked at each other and made a silent agreement. That Christmas we'd behave. Well we did more then behave really, we helped too, we found that little shop that sold everything at a great price, well you did. Most of all we reassured Mum that it was okay not to get the brooms.
Christmas day dawned , We got our reward then didn't we George? Dad bought a matching set of brooms in that shop you found, second-hand of course.
George I found out who used to own those brooms! Another inseperatable pair, separated by death.
Harry's dad, James Potter and Sirius Black.
It's kind of scary George and I know you never believed me to be scared of anything. You owned James's broom; that feels extremely significant somehow.
The funeral was a week ago yet I don't feel I can leave your graveside, I have so much to say, Angelina comes down to check on me. She's worried; I know that. And I can't seem to find the words to reassure her, I wish you could help me. Like you've done before.
Thank you George, I would never, and I know it isn't like me, but I couldn't have asked Angelina to marry me without you pushing me to. It was different with the dance, I knew she liked me, I didn't know she loved me.
Finally, it feels so weird saying 'I' we've always been plural.
As a brother, as your friend.
Goodbye
Disclaimer ; I don't own Harry Potter, I'm not getting any money for this ( But I wish I did. Keywords ; angst, broomsticks, general gloominess, George & death. Note- inseperatable isn't, as far as my computer knows, a word, I use it because it should be.
My Brother
Inseparateable, that's what they called us, our own little double act, I guess they separated us now.
You know, that is, I think you know, I never thought much about death. I don't know if you ever did yourself, I used to think we never kept secrets from each other so I guess that shows we are different people, contrary to what other's may think.
Do you remember those Christmases and birthdays? We'd always get the same thing even when we preferred something different. I recall the two of us begging for a broom each even though we knew how hard the year had been. Mum didn't say a word but you told me that there were tears in her eyes. That year was especially bad, and when Mum and Dad talked downstairs. We looked at each other and made a silent agreement. That Christmas we'd behave. Well we did more then behave really, we helped too, we found that little shop that sold everything at a great price, well you did. Most of all we reassured Mum that it was okay not to get the brooms.
Christmas day dawned , We got our reward then didn't we George? Dad bought a matching set of brooms in that shop you found, second-hand of course.
George I found out who used to own those brooms! Another inseperatable pair, separated by death.
Harry's dad, James Potter and Sirius Black.
It's kind of scary George and I know you never believed me to be scared of anything. You owned James's broom; that feels extremely significant somehow.
The funeral was a week ago yet I don't feel I can leave your graveside, I have so much to say, Angelina comes down to check on me. She's worried; I know that. And I can't seem to find the words to reassure her, I wish you could help me. Like you've done before.
Thank you George, I would never, and I know it isn't like me, but I couldn't have asked Angelina to marry me without you pushing me to. It was different with the dance, I knew she liked me, I didn't know she loved me.
Finally, it feels so weird saying 'I' we've always been plural.
As a brother, as your friend.
Goodbye