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Looking in the Mirror

Warning: feels coming through ;w;

Spoilers, if you have not read and finished The Deathly Hallows, DO NOT READ.

It had been about 4 years since Fred died. George wasn't over it yet. It fact, it was more than over. Birthdays and jokes were never fun anymore. May second was the worst day. The day that Fred died. It was  getting better every here, but that didn't mean that it didn't hurt. George liked to escape on these days. He liked to leave his wizard life and just go. It didn't matter where, but he would just go.

This time, George Weasley headed into the woods. A quiet place in the middle of the morning. It wasn't like the Forbidden Woods. No, there were no blast-ended skrewts and dragons and unicorns or anything like that.

His wand in his pocket, he began to explore before he almost broke down crying. But before he could, he stopped, and there was something in front of him. A mirror, with words inscribed all around the frame. It was practically an antique, and why was it standing in here?

George's reflection smiled at him, a lopsided grin. His ginger hair fell into his eyes. Was his hair seriously that long, now? Pulling a hand out of his pocket, the reflection waved at George, before looking surprised and turned around. An explosion of yellow burst behind him, and the reflection smiled the giddy smile that George knew so well, but just couldn't place his mind on.

George turned around as well to see if the yellow explosion also happened, but it seemed like it only happened in the mirror, sadly. He looked like he was having so much fun in there too, unlike now. 

He couldn't help it.

He was growing so impatient, so annoyed.

The male kicked the mirror down in exasperation and stalked off, muttering about how the mirror couldn't even get his hair right. It didn't part like that, it hadn't for four years.

But, if George had looked closer, he would've realized that it was not him in the mirror. He would've noticed that that smile he couldn't place was Fred's. The smile that was ingrained in his memory.

He would've realized that it wasn't just any old mirror.