There once were scales of balance. They kept order in the world, making us stable and giving us reasons to call ourselves equal to others. They defined our worth, gave us friends and family.

But they tipped, and now George is stranded without his twin on the low end of the scale. He's alone and he's never been alone before. Not ever.

It's only been one year. One person for one year. One year ago, there was one huge conflict that created a war no one would forget. One conflict based on one person's lust for power and one other person's desire to stop the power-hungry man. Harry and Voldemort—one Slytherin, one Gryffindor. One scar. They're balanced. Perfect opposites, yet perfectly alike. Water and fire. Weak and strong.

Sometimes, the scales of balance are easily disrupted. I know; I have done too many wrongs to equal my rights, and I am unbalanced and unstable. How can I live with myself? What kind of person am I? I'm deliberately trying to forget my own brother, for heaven's sake!

Am I a monster?

Fred wouldn't have treated my memory equal to the way I'm treating his, if he had lived and I had died. He was loyal to everything, thanks to bananas. He was loyal to George, to us, to Harry, to the war. To everything he did, and he always kept his promises (unless they too were holey). What am I?

The judge and the scales of balance know who I am, what I am. They have decreed it. This is what I must live with. I know my wrongs, and the judge knows that I deserved my punishment.

The only thing equal to my wrongs is my guilt.

This is easily my favourite chapter.

Sorry I haven't been updating...long story. Yeah.

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-Wings-