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:One Song, One Story:
You have the time the song plays for to write your drabble (even though i hate that word, it implies humour, i'm being serious), no editing allowed.

George:

Clocks - Coldplay

I never want to waste a day. My life's got to be filled with fun, with laughs, and with my friends and family. And Katie. Katie has to be there, or I'll break in two and collapse to the floor in fits of sobs. Fred's gone, I know that much, but he'll always be with me, watching me and hanging over me like a… a… shadow. Making me look so much smaller, because all of this - Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, the flat - well, the penthouse apartment, and Katie and me. All of that, all of the success, all of the things, and the love I get from my wife every day of my life that makes me feel whole, and complete, and certain… that came from him.

Fred made me what I am today, and everyone else can see that. Everyone else is pretty sure that I wasn't the one who invented most of the products in the shop, who designed a lot of the packaging, who makes sure we had all our accounts right, who took that first step and asked Katie Anna Sophia Bell to the Yule Ball in my Sixth year, and the next step to ask that same, beautiful, perfect woman to marry me.

Oh no, it couldn't have been George Weasley. He was weak, he was the lesser twin. He didn't belong in this world, deserve to be successful. Oh no.

He didn't have control.

So why did I feel so strong?

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A/N: I have returned, with my one-song one-story trippage. Fred and George are complex individuals. Completely different, but the same. Check it out, and please,

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