Okay, so I wrote the first chapter, watched Prisoner of Azkaban, then came back and already had 2 reviews! Thanks! So, I decided, whether you guys want it or not, I'm making this a story!
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"George?" Ginny asked tentatively. "I brought you some soup."
I sat up, furious. "You used to get our names mixed up!" I yelled. "How do you know I'm not Fred, pretending I'm George?"
Ginny looked like she was about to cry. She put a bowl on the floor near the doorway and fled. I sighed. Why did I do that?
A moment later, Ron walked in. "Whoever you are," he said crossly, "you had no right to make Ginny cry."
I bit my lip. "She's crying?" I asked.
"More like, she's crying again," he told me. "You're not the only one who's been upset."
"You don't understand!" I said, suddenly angry again. "He wasn't your twin!"
"No, he wasn't! And you're right, you probably feel worse than the rest of us, but we're all hurting too!" he yelled.
I laid back down on my bed and turned so that my back was facing him. A moment later I heard the door slam.
Then I realized if I strained my ears, I could hear someone talking outside my door.
"It's alright Ginny," Harry was saying. I was surprised. Then I faintly remembered someone telling me Harry was coming to stay with us for a while. No one wanted him going back to the Dursleys.
"But we all miss Fred too!" she sobbed, and I felt bad. I had made my little sister cry. What kind of jerk does that?
The kind who just lost his other half.
"I know you do," he said. "And so do I. but that doesn't mean that we understand how Fred is feeling."
"You're defending him!?" she asked fiercely. My thoughts exactly.
"No," he said. "He shouldn't have yelled at you. But give him some time. I'm sure he'll get better."
Will I? will I ever get better.
And why was Harry the only one who seemed to understand that I feel worse than the rest of them? Was there something about defeating an evil wizard that made you insightful?
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The next day, the doorbell rang several times, and I heard people "paying their respects" to Mum and Dad. It occurred to me that if I used the extendable ear, it would be a lot easier to hear everyone, but it was too painful. The extendable ear had been Fred's idea.
I was beginning to notice that a lot of things were too difficult without Fred. I couldn't touch his bed. I couldn't read his favorite joke books. I couldn't go into the shop. I couldn't even look in the mirror, because I would see him.
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Okay, when I was writing this I realized two things. One, I need to be working on my other stories. Two, I'm not sure if I can come up with a suitable plot line.
So, to solve these problems, I've come up with a solution. I will continue to mark this story as "complete." I will add new chapters whenever I come up with an idea, or I've gotten at least ten reviews since the last time I updated. Other than that, this story will remain just a series of sad one-shots.