”Dora?”

…

”Dora.”

It was like your world came crashing down. Dora, your dear twin sister - was dead. Lifeless. Motionless. Pale and cold.

God, the thought sent shivers up your spine - like a rat running up your neck.

George wasn’t exactly the same with Fred - he was staring at his own twin’s body, silent tears running down his cheeks as he kneeled over his head.

But neither Fred nor Dora were going to come back.

And it killed the both of you.