You would think in the wizarding world, with all the creatures and spells and all the new discoveries that people wouldn�t be so close-minded. Yet it never changes. Wizards and Witches claim they are so different from Muggles but its not so. They still all think the same. If something is different then it�s wrong.

But I wonder how we could be wrong. Our entire life we have been together, one person in two bodies. We�ve thought alike and acted alike. Always did what the other did no thoughts needed. We were together in the womb. And when we were born we were together in the crib. We avoided the twin beds when mum and dad got us them for our 8th birthday. We wanted, needed each other. So why were mum and dad so surprised when they caught us tangled together cramped on the small twin bed? How were we supposed to know twin bed didn�t mean a bed made only for twins.

The day after the new bed incident, after the speech from dad about us having to learn to sleep alone we decided to merge the beds. Small frames pushing with all our might until the beds were like us two become one. What were mum and dad supposed to do? They tried everything they even asked Bill and Charlie to have a talk with us. We looked up to them respected them. And mum was surprised when they refused to split us up. Telling them to just leave us be. That if we were meant to be separated then we would eventually grow apart. But it wasn�t so meant to be so and everyone just let us live.

Two beds made one, snuggling close on cold nights, lying naked and tangled on hot ones. We were so used to being together, being one that it didn�t bother us if one touched the other unconsciously. We didn�t flinch when sensitive, usually private parts rubbed against another. We were able to take showers together. Cramped in the tiny stall helping the other clean hair or a back they couldn�t reach. We hugged often, embraced a lot.

So it wasn�t anything to me when he rubbed against me that first night. Cold and holding like normal. I felt it, his arousal. I didn�t mind him slipping on top of me, grinding his hips into mine. We both needed release and who better with then the one you loved. The one who knew you fully. The one who you shared everything with. After that night I can�t even count how many times we would do it. Then one day he slipped a hand under my pajama pants to touch me. And I liked it. So we started doing that. Exploring each other�s bodies learning every part. I can�t even recall when the kissing began. But I believe it was somewhere between those two experiences.

It was great to know that someone would always be there. Someone would always love you unconditionally no matter who you became or what you did. It was that understanding that made us continue. And soon somehow, someday though I can�t actually recall we had sex. Made love finally becoming one. And I loved that feeling yearned for it all the time after.

So why after all that, after all that we�ve become, everything we�ve shared and hidden did someone have to really fall for him. Why would he want to even consider loving them? Consider leaving me.

It was a shock for them when they found us tangled in the sheets expressing our love, our need. After he told me he didn�t want to leave me. That he couldn�t live without me. It was then when they threw us out of the closet, gay and brothers. It was then when we flew here. And now we sit waiting for the only two we know will understand. The only two who are like us.

It�s now that I understand how similar our worlds are. They claim such a difference between magic and non-magic folk but they are wrong. Oh so wrong.

And I hold my brother trying to comfort his crying. I know there�s hope. Know someone will eventually come to they're senses and except us. Maybe some already have but are too afraid to say so. So I�ll wait. I�ll hold my mirror image, love him, comfort him and I�ll wait until they except. Because I refuse to change for them. Refuse to become what they want. Refuse to stop being with the one person in this world who always makes me happy. Always makes me feel needed. My friend, my brother, my sweet dear lover.