George's POV

Fred? Where are you, Fred? Look, this isn't the time for games!

"Where's Fred?" I mutter to those beside me. Those poor kids. No, not kids. They might as well be adults now. Too much has happened to all of them. Especially Harry. It can't be easy being the Boy Who Lived, now can it be? Yeah, poor guy. But where's Fred?

I can hear his voice! I can hear Vol- no. No, I can't say it. Hermione might be able to, but I can't. What the hell is he saying? Oh god…Fred! My brother…don't you dare hurt him. Don't you…no! Harry…yes, I know you hear it too. Should I go to him? Yes. Did you say that Harry, or am I just hearing things? I'll go.

Fred…stop screaming. You're all curled up…it can't hurt that much, can it? It's okay, I'm here, I'm - oh! Fred, why would you do that to me, I'm just trying to help. I'm just - oh! My wrists…they're so warm, like you hand was. What did you say? Do it again? No…don't beg, Fred, I'll help.

We're twins, that's what we do. We help each other. If one of us is unhappy, or hurt, we do everything in our power to help each other. Like when we were running away from Filch in first year, and you got caught. I turned myself in so that we could both bother him, and somehow got you out of trouble. That's when we found the map! I asked Filch about one of the paintings in his office, and you stole it! Brilliant plan, that was.

Come here. Does it hurt less…oh god…

Is it over? Yes…yes, it's over. Shut up. What's he saying? Birds of a feather? Why can't he just shut up, this is giving me such a headache. Why are we even here? Why did we have to follow Harry? Oh! It still hurts. Hey, I'm shaking. Isn't this dramatic. But we'll get out of this, Harry always does. He'll keep us safe, I'm sure, it's like he's got some sort of horse shoe attached to him at all times. That's all he has, though. No parents, no real family, just luck. But hey, whatever works for you.

What have I got working for me? Nothing. I think I lied. He's not going to stop. Him, I mean. He won't leave until somebody is gone, or dead. Maybe he'll just capture one of us? Probably Ron or Hermione, as they're the closest to Harry. But…wait. He wants to kill somebody, doesn't he? What if he gets Ron! My brother. Or you, Fred!

I can't let that happen. You're my family, I have to keep you safe. He can take me! It's not like I'm important or anything. Well, I am, but it's worth it. Ron is younger than I am, and so is Hermione. I know he loves her, so I can't let her get hurt either. And Fred…you're the better twin. You're more well know, more charismatic. You're the better one.

And yet we're exactly the same. You look just like me, you're hardly taller than I am. Our hair is the same colour, our eyes are the same shape, there's not a freckle on either of us that's different. I've always loved it that way. It's like…it's like looking into a mirror. I could always tell us apart though, and not just by process of elimination. Our personalities are different, far different. You hold yourself differently than I do. I've always loved it when people can't tell us apart. It's like a joke that only we can share. We always switch names, too. It's not like they'll ever know.

Sometimes even our family can't tell us apart. Ron is probably the worst at it, because he's the youngest. Well, Ginny is the youngest, but she's a girl, and far more mature than Ron at this point. What if we had been girls, Fred? Wouldn't that be hilarious! Of course, that would make it easier to tell us apart, with the hair and all. As long as we were still twins.

What was that? He is going to do this to us. I'm so sorry…I can't let him do this. I'll take it…he can have me. Fred! No! Get out of the way, you idiot. No!

Wait…what did you just say?

The ground is so cold now. It's like the life has been sucked out of it. I'm dead, I must be. Are you dead too, Fred? Did the same thing happen as with the Cruciatus curse? Fred…why are you so heavy, Fred?

"Fred?"

I'm alive, aren't I? No…go away, you idiot! Stop talking to me! Good. Why won't you answer? God Ron, go away. Go! Why can't I say anything out loud. Just go away! You too Hermione…of course I'm not okay. I'm dead! George is dead! No…Fred is…no.

"Fred."

He can't be gone…he just can't be. That's right…he's not.

"I'm Fred."

Goodbye, George.

Everything is so quiet. Thank god. My head hurts so much…I nearly feel as if it'll explode. It's too bad that George is dead. He was a good twin, I think. Always helpful, always selfless. He was a great brother. I was too. I guess you could say that I'm the leader. I make all of the plans, and make sure that they'll work. Too bad I decided on this one.

I really should answer some questions, but most are about what happened before we got into this. Harry…Harry likes to talk a lot, you know that? His explanations are way too long…I don't know how Dumbledore can even stand it.

What the-? Percy? What took you so long, you git! No, Dumbledore…it's been hours, are you kidding! He didn't get here 'so soon' as you just put it. Shut up. It feels like it's been so long.

Just go away, Percy. No, I'm not going to look at you. I can feel your eyes, yes, but I'm not looking back at you. You don't deserve it. You don't deserve me! I'm Fred, and I just lost my brother, George. I just want you to go away now…why can't you do that one little thing. Just leave me alone.

Where's Fred? Idiot! Dumbledore - I don't want to look at him. Alright, fine. "I'm…right here." Why was that so bloody hard to get out? I am right in front of you - and looking at you! I see it in your eyes…you think I'm lying don't you? Well, you never exactly had a knack for picking us apart, did you?

Actually…you always did.

"I told you! I'm Fred!" Just keep yelling at him…make him feel as awful as possible. Oh, are you sad now, Percy? What a baby…one huge baby. God, you think that just because you're my older brother you know me. Nobody knows me - you never cared about us! You left us…and for the Ministry!

I guess I'm the baby. I can swear as much as I like, and the word jerk throws me off guard - I'm the one who said it! No…Percy…"I'm…Fred…"

Or - maybe you're right.

Does this mean that Fred is gone? Tell me, Percy! Is he gone? I'll never see him again, will I? Hi, Ron…yes, you can join us. Percy…does this mean that you're going to stay with us, or are you going to go straight back to the Ministry after this? Please stay…I don't know how I'm going to tell Mum and Dad. Will you help?

I can't believe he's gone. My mirror image…he's gone.

And for some reason…the only thing in my mind right now is what he said when he wrapped his arms around me. What did you say, Fred?

What did you say?