[AVA]http://funkyimg.com/i/2uH9W.gif[/AVA][NIC]Fred Weasley[/NIC][SGN]
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                             lauren aquilina // king

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At first, there was an explosion and acute pain stretched for all eternity of a second. The pain was not only acute but also unpleasant and disgusting. The rib cage was empty and hollow. Fred was not scared, he was smiling, as he had been smiling a second before the explosion.

After that, there was a white, blinding light. Fred felt good, his body seemed to float upward in the air. The pain was gone.

And then Fred saw station similar to Platform 9¾ and Professor Dumbledore in his white clothes similar to the old Gandalf after the battle with Balrog. Fred's academic performance had been far from good, and he himself, actually, did not even finish his studies at Hogwarts. But Fred was not a fool. Professor Dumbledore in Gandalf's attire came to show the last path to his student. Fred is dead. George stays to live.

He and Dumbledore conduct a long and serious conversation. None of them mentions the word "death" because it is clear that they did not meet in the office of the director. Fred wants to joke, but he only has a foolish smile all this time. Time for jokes has ended. Professor Dumbledore asks Fred what he is going to do next and Fred understands that this is his point of no return. Will he sit on the train and go on? Will he stay here and wait for the arrival of the most precious person? Will he return to him in the form of a ghost?

"It would be fun," Fred answers the last question, but his real answer is no; George is his only reason to return in the guise of a ghost, but Fred does not want to encase him in the ghostly shell of eternal existence afterward. George, too, will die someday. It was strange to think about it, but, nevertheless, it was his truth.

A train arrives at the station. It is very noisy and huge chunks of steam burst from it. Fred shakes his head and says "no" with his lips. Instead, he sits down on a bench and pulls forward his long skinny legs. He will not go anywhere without his younger for a few minutes little brother.

"But you don't go, do you?" Professor Dumbledore had known the answer before the conversation began; it is just a formality. Fred stops smiling, the wormwood is bitter on his tongue and the ashes creak on his teeth. This is the first time when he wants to cry.

"It's very strange kind of reality, Professor Dumbledore. Of being born together, living together for twenty years, and then dying apart. I'll wait for George here, even if it'll last for eternity. I hope that I will have to wait for him for an eternity." Fred does not look at Professor Dumbledore but examines his pockmarked palms. It is all because the clothes of Professor Dumbledore are too white, white to tears. Fred does not want to cry because of such trifles. So, he does not look at the Professor who is about to leave.

"Let the old man give you the last piece of advice, Mr. Weasley." Fred strangely shrugs his shoulders — he wants Professor Dumbledore to finally leave him alone. He was tired of restraining tears, the cause of which had nothing to do with the white clothes of the old and dead director. "Do not forget to look under your feet, Mr. Weasley. Let your waiting be long."

And then Professor Dumbledore disappeared. A little later, the train makes a sharp sound and leaves in — sunset — dazzling whiteness as well. Fred remains in the long-awaited solitude. In white, his red hair and freckles on his skin are burning brightly. Deciding that he already has nothing to lose, Fred looks under his feet, and then — under the bench.

There he sees a shard of a mirror.

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Fred does not know how much time has passed before he ventured to look into the fragment that digs into the skin. Actually, Fred does not know whether a stream of time coincides with the time in George's world. Fred even does not know why he suddenly has decided that the mirror would help him to look into George's world. Fred is afraid and nervous more than ever in his life. The shard of the mirror cuts his palms to the bone; they bleed, and then they heal.

Fred exhales and looks into the shard of a mirror. At first, he sees only his reflection, and afterward — outlines of his and George's room. And now only George's. Fred feels like a piece of his soul is lost in the thread between the mirrors. He is at the station, and at the same time — in the glass world of the mirror in George's room. He is a reflection of George now.

It seems to Fred as if he is dying a second time. However, this time much more painful.

Fred has to repeat exactly every movement of George. Fred does not want him to start suspecting anything because George needs to live on. Fred is dead. George is alive.

But judging by how much he spends near the mirror, George is much more dead than Fred. It seems to Fred as if he is dying a third time.

Fred curses himself for this, but, in fact, he is not so strong and courageous. Fred puts his palm to the glass from inside and presses his forehead against the cold surface. Dumbledore did not mean exactly this thing when he advised to look under his feet. Fred looks under the water and drags George behind him, although he does not fully understand this.

"Hi, Georgie." Fred hates himself for it, but it hurts to look into George's red eyes. "I missed you."
[rank]<center><a href="https://crossroyale.rusff.me/viewtopic.php?id=931" title="forge, 20, deadman"><b>FRED WEASLEY</b></a> <hr><small><b>harry potter</b></small></center> <hr><center> ♪ <small>George's room, mirror;</small><br> ♫ <small>waiting for his brother to continue the path to eternity together;</small><br> ♬ <small>hopes that this will not happen in the near aeon because George deserves better.<br></small></center><hr>[/rank]