I never thought that’s what we’d be. Apart. Sounds strange. You have been apart from me ever since I died. But you never let it go. Before you die, you don't know there’s a heaven. I always pictured us, dyeing together, free forever. But you weren’t there. You weren’t with me. So why don’t we take it back? Take it back to where it all started. When Harry met Ron.
You stood between Platform Nine and Ten waiting for you turn to go through the passageway. It was Ron’s first year at Hogwarts and he was constantly worrying about everything, boring you to death. You told him to shut up, and told him that all you had to do was wrestle a troll and that everything would be ok. He just got worse.
When a small shy boy walked up to mum, he grabbed your attention. Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. Of course, at the time, it was a privilege to set eyes on Harry Potter but now, I’m regretting I ever did. I know you can’t hear me but I wish you could. It feels so wrong without you. I don't feel like me anymore. We’ve been torn apart for the rest of our lives.
I can feel the tears running down your cheeks as I say this. Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes isn’t the same as it was before. I can see. I can see everything you do, hear everything you say. I don’t like it. It’s as if you’ve been stolen from me; taken away by Ron and Ginny your darling siblings who you clearly love more than me. You should have joined me. I thought that’s what you wanted. We didn’t want death to just tear us apart. But it’s too late now. I’m gone and you’re not there for me.
I clench my fists together, my nails digging in. The pain of you not being there is sharper than I’ve ever felt before. You’re not the same, I’m not the same. We’re apart. And this is the last time I’m asking you this. Why weren’t you there when I needed you?
I turned up, at your door, just like all those times before. You owe your best apology because I was there to watch you. You just saw right through me like you’d never knew me and slammed the door in my face. And right before my eyes you snarled and left to go inside. Am I supposed to be scared now?
And that’s why we’re not it; we’re not Fred and George anymore. I’m Fred. You’re George. Two separate people. We’re not Double Trouble. You can take up that with Ron if you like him so much.
Author’s Note: I really enjoyed writing this for: LightLeviosa5443’s Harry Potter Soundtrack Challenge, patronous_charm’s Second PoV Challenge, keyty_’s From Up Above and Stargazer’s Random Dialogue challenge. Thank you very much for reading and I hope you enjoyed it because I certainly enjoyed writing it. Please leave a review because I would love feedback! Also, it's Fred's PoV who is looking down on George.