Disclaimer: I never remember these but hey I only own the story no matter how much I wish these gorgeous characters were mine.

"And just what do you think your doing?"

I said looking with disbelief at the trunk filled haphazardly with robes and magical objects of all kinds.

He turned to the trunk, never looking at me once and dumped another armload of stuff in there.

"I should think that was obvious!"

I gazed at him in disbelief- sarcasm…towards me? We never ever used sarcasm to each other. Our belief of course was that sarcasm was the lowest form of wit. Our form of wit being much more fun obviously.

"Ok then, why are you packing?"

"None of your business!"

"None of my- " I gazed at him shrewdly.

"You knew I was coming back didn't you, mum swore that-"

Finally George turned to face me and it was the desolation engraved on his features (that I suspected had been there for some time) that silenced me.

"Come now Fred. You ought to know better than that, I sensed your presence the moment you neared the house."

Turning away from me he added under his breath " We are twins after all!"

But I heard- I always did.

"Of course we're twins which is why I want to know WHY you didn't come to Egypt and WHY you're so desperately trying to avoid me!"

George finished put the last few items into the trunk, shut it, shrunk it and turned to look at me.

"Because much as you may wish it were otherwise, we are two separate people, with separate ideals, feelings, emotions…. and dreams."

"You never said anyth-"

"Maybe you wouldn't let me. You always spoke for the two of us."

I glanced around helplessly taking in the minimal changes he had made to our old room but not really processing it.

I had never realised- never thought- I thought he enjoyed the closeness that enabled me to speak for the two of us, without worrying that he might not like it.

My eyes swept around the room again and through my pain and confusion I noticed him gathering his things together.

"Can you really not bear to be near me anymore? Do you have to leave?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. It was a plea straight from my heart, I needed him.

He gazed and the ground for a long time. When he finally looked up and caught my gaze the blank coldness in his eyes sent me reeling.

And then with cold precision, "Yes"

All the pain and anger and sheer hurt built up in my chest until I couldn't take it any more.

"Fine then!" I screamed, "Get out, and go, JUST LEAVE!"

He swiftly walked past me and left the room.

I collapsed on the floor, a miserable wreck, heaving and sobbing, the pain, it was too much.

And inside I knew, I could feel his pain but part of me just didn't acknowledge it and so I sat in the room weeping my pain and sorrow to an empty room.

Whilst the only one I had ever truly loved- left me.