12.
Fred Weasley/George Weasley
The simplicity in the moment I knew what my brother meant to me amazes me still.
One too early morning at age 13 I woke up by vicious sunshine.
I looked at myself in the other bed, envying his luck of still sleeping.
Troubled by the sunshine, sleep didn't come so he woke up as he'd felt my struggle too and met my eyes.
"Are you OK?" he said hoarsely.
"Yeah?"
"Go back to sleep then fool"
"Why?"
"If you can't sleep I can't sleep either and I like sleeping"
He was calm, loyal; he was always half my soul.
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