Mother Nature

A Fred/George FanFiction

Some twins were an accident of fate – that split second where Mother Nature got distracted and created two of something instead of one.

Not that you can really blame her; she's got a lot on her plate.

But sometimes twins were created to split a soul in two – a soul that would be too overwhelming for one body to endure. Souls such as these will spend their entire lives trying to make themselves complete again.

Molly Weasley was only too aware that she had given birth to the latter sort of twins. And while the magic of Mother Nature was well known and respected in the wizarding world it didn't mean Mrs Weasley had to trust it.

Even in the womb it was obvious they were going to be inseparable: when one moved so did the other. Upon the occasion of the actual birth they arrived holding tight onto each other's flaming red hair; almost as if they were unaware which head belonged to them.

They were both Fred and they were both George until they reached about two years old when they reached a joint decision and started to correct their mother. In their minds, however, Fred-or-George was still one name.

At five they started displaying signs of their magical heritage – mostly breaking things, tricking people or mild, embarrassing, transformations. Like the time Mr Weasley arrived at the Ministry with bright pink hair and a nose three inches long.

And whichever did it, the other wasn't telling. They stood strong together: unbreakable. Maybe each prank was an amalgamation of the both of them and the blame could not be isolated to just one twin alone.

Upon starting Hogwarts the opportunities for causing mischief were endless and they willingly rose to the challenge. Even when the Professors tried to separate them they found it made no difference: the minds of Fred and George were just two tightly entwined.

And as they passed into their teenage years they found that this connection of their minds was not enough and, without question – no voicing of taboo – they could find that overwhelming feeling when they came together physically. It was like the lighting of a fuse – their split soul was complete again and it exploded at the contact.

There would be no going back, no second bests – this was it; forever.

And when Fred died so did the soul in George. Now he could only walk the earth, an empty shell, until death would find him and take him back to where he belonged.