Lee remembers every moment like it was yesterday: the conspiratorial glances, the prank plotting, the instant camaraderie. He remembers thinking this is only the beginning as they raced down corridors after midnight, breathless and triumphant.
He was right. Boyish smiles turned to lingering touches turned to sticky exploration behind dormitory curtains. They were inseparable, invincible, and Lee was lucky to be let into Fred and George's exclusive club.
He doesn't feel lucky now, surrounded by grieving Weasleys, unable to even look in George's direction. Lee's own grief chokes him, and there's no end in sight.
He was right. Boyish smiles turned to lingering touches turned to sticky exploration behind dormitory curtains. They were inseparable, invincible, and Lee was lucky to be let into Fred and George's exclusive club.
He doesn't feel lucky now, surrounded by grieving Weasleys, unable to even look in George's direction. Lee's own grief chokes him, and there's no end in sight.
This is only the beginning.