Death of A Mirror.

There was a line-up of four in front of Dumbledore's desk. This line included Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, and Fred Weasley.

Each one of the young adults looked ragged and hurt, with bruises and cuts all over the visible parts of their bodies. But the real pain was on the inside, behind the scrapes.

You may notice that one person seemed to be missing. Fred and George Weasley could always be seen together, but for some reason, there was only one twin present. George Weasley was missing. You may also wonder what had happened to him, and why he wasn't there. The reason flashed through Fred Weasley's mind again and again…

They were running as fast as they could, away from a tall, thin man with glittering red eyes. Ron, Harry, Hermione, and George were about to get behind a rock before they were caught. Fred wasn't so lucky.

The tall man Voldemort, as I'm sure you know simply walked after Fred, eyes glowing like fire. This glare sent Fred out of his senses, and he stopped for a moment to make sure what he was seeing was real. It certainly was.

Voldemort laughed his high pitched, cruel laugh and sent a bright orange spell in Fred's direction. It hit Fred, and he went tumbling down - just like in the rhyme. Fred looked up from the grassy earth he laid on, to see that Voldemort was only coming closer and closer.

"You can't escape me, silly boy. Silly-ness is punishable, you know," Fred looked at Voldemort, confused at his words. What had he meant by that?

"Yes…punishable…" Voldemort drawled. "CRUCIO!"

And He sent the curse flying through the air towards Fred. Screams of pain could be heard coming loudly from his lips, which parted inevitably, as he twitched in pain. The rest of the group heard his voice and shuddered behind the rock they were taking shelter from.

But one in the group couldn't handle Fred's screaming and cries. George.

He crawled out of the sheltering shadow of the stone and began to run towards Fred. Fred's eyes were looking at George's through the light from the curse, so the safe twin grabbed the hurting one's hand.

This had a strange effect. As soon as George touched Fred, he felt a fire that moved throughout his entire body. Somehow, he and Fred had connected for a second. The spell had gone through both of them.

George felt his wrists - he could still feel the flame within his fingers that lingered from the spell. But something made him feel like he had to touch Fred again…perhaps it eased his pain…making them share it…

So, George pulled Fred into an enormous hug. They were both pulled to the ground, both screaming horribly, but together.

Then the spell stopped. Their two bodies parted as they gasped for breathe. They heard mad laughter coming from close by. They then heard a voice from the same direction…

"So…the birds of a feather help each other out, do they?" it was Voldemort. "But, I suppose it must get awfully hard to share just one feather, doesn't it? I'll make that a bit easier then…"

Nobody understood what he had meant by this. The students behind the rock peeked out from behind it, staring at the three figures. They saw that George and Fred were still twitching from the spell.

He shot the killing curse out at one of them, uttering those two words that everyone in the Wizarding world feared. The other children were still looking out from behind the rock, trying to figure out who was who. But, before they could, the curse was shot out.

It was heading towards the twin on the left - he stood up, ready to face the green light, but suddenly the other twin threw himself into the way, pulling the first into a hug. Both fell to the cold, hard ground.

Voldemort looked around a bit, as if he was bored. He then looked back to the twins, waiting for one to get up.

One was on top of the other. The bottom twin pushed the other off and stared at him. He pulled the dead figure into his arms and began to cry, much to the glee of Voldemort.

"Well, wasn't that fun. Too much fun, I think. I'll leave now, I suppose, but I will come back for you all. Especially you, Mr. Potter. I'll come back for you…"

At that moment he disappeared into the air, a hideous laughter still lingering there, and all of the students ran towards the dead body. Both of the twins were bruised and hurt. They looked like mirrors of each other. Both of their eyes were wide open, with droplets of water in the creases of their bottom lids. However, one twin was living. That was the only difference between them.

Ron stared at the dead body, trying to make out it's features, so he could tell it apart from the other twin. He was ashamed to find that he couldn't. He was ashamed of himself, that he couldn't even tell his two brothers apart. Harry put his hands on Ron's shoulders as Hermione got on the ground and surveyed both of the twins.

She looked at the body, and picked up it's hand from the air, where it was hanging off of the living twins arms. She felt it's pulse. There was nothing. She looked straight into the living twin's sore, reddened eyes.

"Are you going to be alright…" Hermione began to say, but she stopped, realizing something. She didn't know who she was talking to.

The living twin looked at her, then back to his brother. He seemed to be thinking, as if he was confused by the question. Then he spoke to the trio, eyes shut.

"Fred. I'm…Fred," he whispered softly, then looked up to them.

He let go of the body and stood up slowly. He then simply walked away as Ron kneeled down to the body and began to cry.

"George…"

A few hours later, you could find them in Dumbledore's office, exactly as we left them. They looked at Dumbledore, and he looked back. He asked them a couple of questions, such as how they got to where they were, and how they got back to the school, but other than that it was a very quiet meeting. Each student was too absorbed in their own thoughts to speak.

Hermione was thinking about her parents, wondering how they would react to everything. Harry was thinking about what Voldemort had said as he left. Ron was thinking about his entire family, hoping they were safe. And the twin was thinking about his mirror image. An image he thought to be permanent.

The silence was broken when the door to Dumbledore's office was opened quickly, and the figure of Percy Weasley ran in.

"Headmaster - I came as soon as I-"

He stopped suddenly, noticing that the four students were looking back at him, some with faces of anger towards him.

His family did resent him somewhat, after he left, but he never really saw it until now. The faces turned back to Dumbledore, then most of them fell to the ground.

"Yes, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore said to Percy, "I'm glad you came here so soon."

Percy stayed near the back of the room, looking at Dumbledore with mature eyes.

"Dumbledore…may I ask…what exactly-"

Suddenly, Percy stopped talking. He looked as if he had just noticed something. He looked at the younger members of the room and then back to Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore…where's Fred?"

All of the four younger adults looked at each other slowly. Fred seemed to be in quiet contemplation. Ron, who was beside him, nudged him softly, making him lift his head.

"Dumbledore, where's Fred?" Percy repeated, more urgently this time, and with worry in his eyes.

Dumbledore looked to Fred, who in turn looked behind himself to Percy.

"I'm…right here…"

"Dumbledore…?" Percy started, looking completely confused. Then his eyes closed and he took a deep breath in, as if he had just realized something.

He walked towards the front of the room, where the four were standing, then stood straight in front of the twin.

"George…" he started, putting his hands on the twin's shoulders.

Many thoughts went through Fred's head. How could his own brother be putting him on the spot like this, why was he doing this to him. Percy was never home, he left out of spite! He left without even a decent goodbye, then expected to come back welcomed. How could he look at him with those eyes after being gone for so long.

"I told you! I'm Fred!" he yelled.

Percy twitched, as if he was going to say something, but stopped when Fred started again.

"Besides - it's not like you would even know! You're never home with us! You - jerk!" the twin yelled at him. Then his hand went straight over his mouth and he stared at Percy, who looked back at him with compassion in his eyes.

"I'm…Fred…" the twin repeated, then broke down into tears.

"George…" Percy said again, and the twin threw himself into Percy's arms. Hermione gasped with realization and looked straight to Ron, who nodded his head slowly, in deep thought. Harry looked at George and Percy. Dumbledore's eyes simply looked downward.

George fell to the ground, and Percy followed him, holding George's head to his chest and rubbing his hair soothingly. Ron stopped nodding and walked over to where Percy and George were, then lowered himself to the ground as Percy put his arm around him. Ron too, started crying loudly.

This went on for a couple more minutes. During this time, Hermione had walked over to Harry and put her head in his chest as he put his head on top of hers. Dumbledore still looked downward in silent contemplation.

Percy rested his head onto George's flaming red hair and a tear fell from his cheek into the puddle of orange flames. Soft sounds of pain and tears were coming from the two brothers he held close to him, but he didn't make any noise.

After another minute Dumbledore stood up and motioned for Hermione and Harry to follow him out of the room. They did.

They left behind a small group of three, who were crying together, mourning the lose of a brother. But one of them was mourning over something different. George was mourning the death of a mirror.