Right Here

What would I do if he were to ever die? Mum would be so lost. She'd be broken, and no one would ever be able to fix her. I know she loves us, we can see it in her eyes every time she scolds us for doing whatever we've been up to. There's that twinkle in her eye that tells us that she would be lost without us.

Would I be lost without my brother? I can't honestly answer that. I haven't lost him, yet, and hopefully never will. Nor do I want him to lose me. We've never talked about it, but I can tell he thinks the same thing. If one of us dies, the other one will either die at the exact same time, so neither of us have to deal with that, or we simply go on living our lives. Half lives.

What would I be without him? I would only be one half of the being that is known as Fred and George Wesley. I'd probably close down the shop if it were already open. Sell it, and just do... I don't know what. What would I do without him? Would any of our jokes have any humour left in them? Would there be any smiles for the Weasley twin? Would they still call me a twin?

Of course they would. I'll never be anything more then one of the twins. And I never want it to be any other way. Even if they always say his name first when talking about us, I don't think I'd care. I just know, when they say our names, that they mean us both. That's enough for me.

Oh, sure, we fight sometimes, get angry, tell each other things that we don't mean. We could never hate each other. That would be like hating each and every good thing about ourselves and our lives. How could I hate the most beautiful part of myself? I know he thinks the same thing. I can tell, on those quiet nights at home or at school, when we've stopped our fooling around for the day. I don't even have to look at him. I can feel the life in his limbs, the comfort he feels by just being in the same room as me.

How happy I am to just know that he's right here and that he will always be. Even if he dies, he will stay here, with me, and I will be happy. Neither of us can really ever die, until we're both gone. I know that everyone will come to me, if he's gone, and tell me they understand, that they will be here for me, whenever I need them. I may need them, but all I really need right now, and all I will ever need, will always be right here. And I will always be there for him, too.

Twins aren't just brothers. Mum and dad, Bill, Charlie, Ginny, Ron. None of them understand. To them, we're individuals, but we're also the same person. That's the only way we've ever wanted it. There's Fred, but there's also George. There's Fred and George. George and Fred. Forge and Gred. Nobody will ever understand, but that's alright.

It'll be our little secret.