A week had passed since the events at Hogwarts. A week that had passed by so slowly and quickly at the same time. The Weasly household had been a silent place, with everyone keeping a close and worry eye on George.

"George, honey, you still aren't hungry?" Mrs.Weasly asked, noticing George absentmindedly pushing his food all over his plate. George shook his head. "Sorry, Mom," he mumbled. "Can I be excused?"

At her nod, the family heard the door slam. Bill flinched, as he took Molly's hand and squeezed gently.

"He'll be okay, Mom." Charlie stood up to go talk to his brother, but Ginny shook her head as she said quietly, "I'll go."

Easing out of her chair, she walked to the place she knew George would be- about a ten minute walk to the hill overlooking the beautiful scenery surrounding The Burrow.

She saw the silhouette of George sitting in the distance, as she took a seat beside him, noticing him brushing tears away, although she didn't say anything about that. Every single family member had been in tears throughout the week, and she knew there was more to come.

"I miss him too," she said, sighing. George glanced at her, perhaps for the first time noticing how horrible she looked. Bloodshot eyes, and looked like she hadn't slept in a week. Had he really been wrapped up in his own grief to not realise his family was also grieving? he wondered to himself.

"I know," George replied, reaching a hand out to Ginny, who squeezed it. "He really loved his baby sister, you know."

Ginny half smiled. "I really loved him, too. He loved you so much, George. I just.. I can't believe he's gone. Some days it doesn't even seem real."

"I keep thinking that he's going to walk into our bedroom, laughing at another invention he made for the toy store. Or tease me about my bad hole jokes. Gin, I just want him back. I want my twin back. I can't remember the last time I told him I loved him," George said helplessly.

Ginny looked at him in the eyes, shocked. "He knew you loved him, George! You git! You really think he didn't know?"

George shrugged his shoulders. " I don't know," he mumbled, looking away from his younger sister.

Ginny's eyes brimmed with tears, as George's did the same. "Come here," she said, pulling George in a tight hug. He clung to her as the two siblings sat on the hill, needing eachother. "He loved you and you loved him. Don't ever question it, George."

"Thanks, Gin," George said.

"You ready to go back?"

George nodded, as they stood up, Ginny's head on George's shoulder, and George's arm around her waist. Together, they walked home.