Weasley Twins One Shots [x Reader]

Fred Weasley

Title: I Only Ever See You in The Mirror

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: After Fred's death you have trouble moving on and you can only see him in your mirror

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: dead!Fred, heavy mentions of war, loss and grieving, the readers mental state is not the best, delusions, angst, this is kind of twisted and dark

War was a funny thing, really. Before you were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, all too eager to join the fight and show everyone what you were made of. Fred was like, more so than others. So desperate to show them what he was made of and even in the darkest points of the war when you were in hiding and couldn't seem to find anything but meager servings of stale bread and butter in the pantry he still had that glimmer in his eyes that made everyone believe that he was invincible. He believed it, George believed it, and Godric knows that you believed it.

You believed everything Fred told you. You believed it when he told you he loved you and he would always be there. I don't have much and there isn't much I can give you, he had admitted before he left Hogwarts, but I know I'm in love with you and it'll be me and you forever if you let me, he had professed. And merlin did you believe him.

It was a good thing too because he was right about one thing - how much he loved you. George called the two of your lovesick around the joke shop as you acted just like when you were in Hogwarts, so desperately in love that the grins never seemed to fade away and the kisses were constant. Sweet nothings and whispers of I love you as he held you into the night made you feel safe and content. You were certain life could not have been better and kinder to you.

That was before Voldemort returned for good and brought on a war you naively thought you were ready for. How foolish you were to think that no matter what happened you and Fred would be ok and his promise of never leaving you was intact. You two didn't bat an eye before joining the Order, both of you so stuck on what the right thing to do was and that as long as you had each other, nothing could tear you apart.

That was true in a sense, you suppose. Nothing could stop you as long as you and Fred had each other but when you didn't have him that's when everything seemed to go wrong. You weren't sure now what it was that was so very wrong - if it was because Fred had broken his promise and had left you or if it was because even in death you still saw him.

Fred had said he'd never leave you and that should have been a lie. When the wall fell and killed him instantly it should have been a lie. It should have been a lie when he was buried and you all said your goodbyes.

But war was a funny thing, really, because Fred never seemed to leave you - not really. Every glance in the mirror there he was looking at you with those eyes - the eyes that had held mirth and mischief all his life were staring back at you when you were in front of the mirror.

When it had happened you, of course, did not expect it. Fred was gone, of this, you were all too aware of and felt a sense of relief in your chest. How could you not when you had the opportunity to see him, the love of your life, again. When you found yourself gazing upon the face of the person you loved so much, were still in love with after his death was something that brought you a sliver of happiness. It was finally something good in your life after the countless pitiful smiles throw in your direction every time you left the house.

People sympathized with George too, of course, but it was different with you. You weren't his twin, you were the love of his life who had been ripped away from her beloved so soon in life. And those smile, how much you hated them. The first week had been deplorable as you witness how people viewed you when you left the house, only valuable now in the measure of loss your heavy shoulders carried. The pitiful glances swallowed you whole, devouring your fragile mental state and made you close yourself off.

The strenuous weeks faded your loss seemed to take a new journey, one that had you sighing in relief. Nothing was the same without Fred, so when you caught sight of him in your mirror standing behind you, you swore the air had left your lungs.

When the cool wash splashed your face and the action an act of you desperately trying to wash another day without Fred away, you felt little difference at all as you begrudgingly grabbed a hand towel, dapping your face so it was free of any water.

Still blinking away your fatigued state you glanced up at your bathroom mirror to catch a glimpse of what you knew would be a face that was the vision of tiredness and lack of self-care. Instead, you found yourself staring at Fred with his hair just the way he used to have it, all ginger and in its messy glory, and that painfully familiar boyish grin that always made you weak in the knees.

It was the smile you had fallen in love with before and you couldn't stop yourself from falling for it again when your heart begged you to believe that this was your Freddie in front of you in your mirror.

It was the hands that were by his side as he pressed his hand against the mirror. Your eyes felt as if they were in a trance and they looked at the mirror and took in the sight of his fingers pressed up against the glass, almost like he was asking you to touch him like you did the last night you spent together.

The embers of the remaining voice of sanity reasoned that this was not your Fred but merely your own grief attempting to persevere your lost love. These embers of sanity were pushed down, though, and the voice of who you used to be as you reached out to the mirror. You brushed your fingers against the cool glass as you felt nothing except the chill of the smooth glass. This reality that no one was there but you didn't matter much, not when your heart, steeped in grief, convinced your mind that this was just glass you were touching but the fingertips of Fred.

The war had been a funny thing and it took your Freddie but maybe, you convinced yourself, you could have him for just a little while longer and everything would be ok again.