"Fred!"

"Mom! I'm George! Why do you always mistaken us?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, George."

"Jokes, Mom, I am Fred."

-- Fred, that's what you always said,in front of the red Hogwarts Express.

Just to think that we could never cross Platform Nine and Three Quarters; Just to think that perhaps the Hogwarts Express was just behind it,blowing out steams; the sounds of owls and all kinds of wizards mingled together; and I suddenly thought of you.The Fred who could always joke with George,no matter what the circumstance nor how everyone felt. The Fred who always acted along with George,and was the centre of attention in the Gryffindor Commonroom.

You'd discovered the seven secret passageways of the castle when you were only a first-year; you were the centre support of the Gryffindor Quidditch team -- "To be honest, they are like two Bludgers themselves"; in your fifth year, you joined the DA without a second though, under Umbridge's suppression, you released magnificent fireworks and swamps,and became the castle's hero when you vanished in the rays of the setting sun; you put out the most attention grabbing advertisement in Diagon Alley, for your own joke shop -- "Why be afraid of You-Know-Who..."

You have always backed Harry up, and had maintained his supporting radio station under fatal threates; even when George had lost his ear, you could still make the "Holy" joke -- "Mom can finally distinguish between us."

But, in the Last Battle, you fell, no one even knew who waved their wand.

"You're joking -- Percy!"

Those last word,they still had that flippant tone. Even in those pupils that had lost life's focus, there was still a thread of laughter.

There was no sad heroism, no special focus, no passionate words before your death, no sensational description; Rowling's hurried pen did not even mention who brought it all...All there was was just one despaired sentence, one that rips your heart out -- "No--! Fred--!"

People always saw you and George as a whole, "The Weasley twins", what a familiar name. But there is no more chance to speak thus, not even once. Pure luck allowed me to peep into the mysterious wizarding world from the Muggle's lands, but this had only given me sadness.

Fred. Professor Dumbledore.

...

But luckily they are all optimistic people, even if they are crying, they keep it to the left eye, while the right one is always preserved for smiles.

We are Muggles. It's a despressing truth that the countless Harry Potter fans refuses to but must admit.But because of them, we are the happiest Muggles in the world.

Hogwarts might be imaginary, Hogsmeade is also permitted to not exist; but our sensations are real, they surround us, like the warm taste of butter-beer,permeating all space.

Perhaps, at this moment, there are countless hooded wizards hurrying past us under an Invisibility spell.

Perhaps,that voice will ring again sometime, "Jokes, Mom, I am Fred."

好长啊!已经尽量译为英文了哦.