Fred's POV

What happened?

Where's George?

Oh, he just walked out on me...

He... walked out on me. On me. His brother.

"Fine! Leave!" I threw our bedroom door open and screamed after him. "I don't ever wanna see your stupid face again!"

"Then don't look in the mirror!" I heard George's voice followed by the slam of the front door.

For once, I couldn't think of anything else to say, "G-good!" I stammered to myself since nobody else was around to hear me.

I stood still for a while, not daring to turn around to look at my room. Our room. But I turned and looked anyway. I saw George's neatly made bed next to my untidy one and I saw his shoes next to mine which was missing their pairs.

I was missing my pair.

But who gives a freakin' crap? He can do whatever he wants. It's not like I care or anything. He even said so himself. He wanted to break away from me.

"Fred! George!" I heard my mother's voice from downstairs, "Come down here and help me a bit with dinner, will you?"

I stomped downstairs, glaring.

"Well, can you stomp any harder or louder?" she said. "The house is almost falling apart because of you two—" she paused and glanced behind me, "Where's your brother?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. Gone?"

"Gone for a walk?"

"More like a permanent walk."

Mum dropped her groceries, "What are you trying to say?"

"George ran away. Moved out."

"WHAT?!"

At this moment, Ginny walked in with Ron, Harry, and Hermione trailing behind her.

"MOVED OUT? FRED, I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD EXPLANATION—"

"Mum—"

"George moved out?" Ron's jaw dropped.

Ginny looked a bit pale while Harry and Hermione looked stunned beside her.

Mum had already rushed out the door, shouting George's name frantically.

"Fred, what did you do?" Ron's mouth was still open.

"It wasn't me!" I retorted. "It was that idiot's fault. He just decided to abandon everything we worked for so he up and left like the traitor that he is."

"Fred—"

I slammed my fist down on the table which caused them to jump, "Will you all just... just shut up for a while?" I raised my hands up to my face and sighed heavily, "I can't... think. I can't... breathe."

"You want to talk—"

"No! What the hell did I just tell you?" I shouted. "Are you deaf or just stupid in the head? I told you to leave me alone!"

With that, I trudged up to my room.