If George had met Her First.

A Promise to a Dead Man

Meredy-

 George had just kissed me, and now he stood in front of me. Where were we? Everything was bright, I think we were in his room. 

 "Meredy," he said gently. That's not George. Something was different, and he looked younger..

 "Who are you?" I said feverently as I backed up.

 "Really? You don't recognize me?"

 "No. You look like George, but you are not him."

 "How can you tell?" He asked. I paused as it clicked in my brain. This was a dream of sorts.

 "You may be twins, but no two people or totally alike. Right, Fred?" I smiled and he grinned at me.

 "You're very bright, Meredy." He said with a laugh. I looked around the room. It was completely the same, but someone was asleep on the bed.

 "Who is that-" I began, but Fred cut me off.

 "It's George. I'm visiting you before I.. move on, so-to-say."

 "Why me?" I asked. Fred sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to sit next to him. As I did, he looked up at me. His eyes were hazy, but his smile was unfaltered. 

 "Because we need to have a little talk." 

 "O-okay. Go for it." I stuttered. 

 "I love you," He said immediatly. My eyes widened. He laughed harder than anyone I had ever seen. "Whoa there sister. I love you, for loving my brother. Oh don't deny it, everyone sees it. Even Ron, and he's as dimwitted as a Pygmy Puff," Fred looked into my eyes. His were just like George's.  They thought I loved him? I had never actually thought about it. But maybe it was true. Maybe.. Fred shivered, pulling me from my thoughts. 

 "Are you cold?" I asked.

 "I've been cold since I died. I would give an estimate about how long it's been, but I don't reallly know. I think I'm supposed to be like twenty-something..." He trailed off.

 "Fred, you're twenty-nine."

 "What?!"

 "Well you're George's age, so you're twenty-nine.."

 "Damn, I'm old." He said as he laughed. I smiled. He stopped laughing again and looked at me. "I have to go now," He whispered. "I feel like there's something waiting for me somewhere else." I smiled at him weakly. I didn't want him to leave. I wanted him to come back and be with George. But he couldn't. He stood up and kissed me on the cheek. "Take care of Georgie for me," he whispered. 

 "I will, I promise." 

 And with that, he was gone. I watched him leave, and looked at the bed where we sat, where George lay sleeping. I laid next to him and cuddled up to him. "I do love you," I said.