Behind the glass (Harry Potter fan fiction)

Chapter 5

The attic was bare apart from a single mirror. The mirror was very understated and basic yet it played such an important part of Fred’s life. The mirrors frame was painted gold and chipping certain corners, it was held up either side by two fragile stands one false move and the whole mirror would collapse. The glass was dusty and stained in certain areas with pieces of glass missing in the bottom hand corner. Fred cautiously stepped forward, looking inside of it he saw himself. But it wasn’t himself, it just looked like himself. He however saw his twin brother George. Just seeing brought tears swelling up into his eyes. “Fred?” Fred quickly looked up. “I know this is silly and you probably cannot hear me, but this is the only way that I feel that I am close to you. If I look hard enough I imagine that my reflection isn’t me but… but you.” The tears had started forming identically to Fred’s in George‘s eyes.  “I am here George. I miss you every day!” Fred pressed his warm hands against the icy cold mirror. “Fred… it has been almost two years since you died and…I…I. “ Streaming down his face the lagoon had started forming its pattern. “ And I want you to meet somebody.” George rubbed the tears away from his face and turned around, his back facing the mirror. When George turned around Fred was stunned to see a small baby. He had a small lock of bright auburn hair that burned as bright as fire, and emerald eyes that shone brighter than stars. “This is your nephew Fred. Fred Jr.” Smiling through the tears Fred happily whispered “I … I am an uncle.” Fred smiled beaming from ear to ear. George put Fred Jr back in his cot on the other side of the room. “Fred, I wish you were here. I love you; you are my brother and I miss you every day. Every time I wake up in the morning I feel like a part of me is missing, half my heart is missing and that part is you.” Nor Fred nor George could hold back the flume of tears raining down their faces. “George I feel the same way. I am all alone in this dark underworld, I miss my life, I miss my family, and I miss you!” Both brothers simultaneously pressed both their hands on the mirror and both spoke “You are my brother and I will always be with you in spirit.” The image faded into a dark abyss. Fred couldn’t speak. All that could express what he felt was the endless tears that carried on falling from his sparkling eyes. Fred was George’s mirror self. They both looked alike, but they were doomed to live apart.

Forever.