Fred Never Left GeorgeHere I am, sitting on our bed at home. Yes, I still call it our bed. How are you, Fred? I'm doing well now, I guess. I took your advice. I've never felt happier this year.Fred Never Left George3 years ago in Short Stories
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We planned our future the night before you left me. We were going to share a mansion and our kids would be best friends, remember? We were supposed to chase each other using wheelchairs when we became old and grew white hair. I'm sure you would still admit that you were better looking.
They tell me I barely ate for weeks. The hunger is nothing compared to the pain of losing you. When I look in the mirror, sometimes I wonder if it's you I'm looking at. But it can't be. The pale-faced, thin, person with eyebags in the mirror never even smiled. Even on our gloomy days, you'd always stay positive and cheer me up with your smile, Fred.
I feel so lonely walking on the streets with nobody by my side. If you were here, I bet we'd be waving like idiots to the strange
Dear Fred, AngelinaDear Fred,Dear Fred, Angelina2 years ago in Free Verse
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It's been six years since I've seen you. I miss you. George is doing ok I guess, he puts on a brave face for me and little Freddy, but he seems so distant. I think since your death he has only been half of a person, like he lost half his soul. He still has nightmares, he thrashes around moaning your name until I wake him up. Then he apologizes and goes into the bathroom. I know what he does in there, he stares at his face in the mirror and sees you looking back. I know he can't stand it, having to be reminded of you all the time.
He walks to visit you every morning, sometimes before I wake up, sometimes he takes Freddy with him. Freddy is about four now so when he comes home he tells me all the funny pranks Daddy and Uncle Fred used to do together. Once when Freddy was very little and we all went as a family, he asked George why we didn't just take you home so we could be together all the time. George asked me to take Freddy home, and he didn't come back all day. When he did
My Father Didn't 'Strut'"Shut up, Malfoy!" Potter roared at me at the top of his lungs. He actually looked severely angry. Maybe I'd gone too far this time, insulting his dead parents. Nah. I just put on a smirk and acted as if he didn't scare me, because he didn't. I was about to do the exact opposite of his wish, and antagonize him some more, when a cool, thick voice interrupted me.My Father Didn't 'Strut'2 years ago in Short Stories
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"Potter! Malfoy! What do you think you're doing?" Professor Snape walked over, cornering us in the hall. There was no way out of this one, except maybe some smooth talk.
"Nothing Professor," I said as innocently as I could manage. I could tell he was not convinced.
"Draco, the day your statement about doing nothing, while an angry Potter fumes next to you, becomes true, is the day I cut my hair and join the Weird Sisters on tour. Now, what's going on?" Snape spat, obviously not in a good mood.
"Might I answer your question, Severus?" Professor Lupin sidled up next to Snape. I never liked that teacher; there was something weird a