Living with the pain/Choosing to live

Ok so I guess I should briefly explain this. This is my first ever fanfiction, although I have loads of ideas for others. Obviously most of the characters are from the lovely J.K but Daisy is my O.C, she is Harry's twin sister. Also, I changed the background quite a bit but I'm not sure yet whether or not it will affect this story much. In the plan for my other fanfiction, Lily and James were never killed so Harry and Daisy grew up with them and had happy childhoods for the most part. Lily, James and Remus were at the battle of Hogwarts but were killed during the battle. Anyway, I hope you guys like this, as I said, it's my first fanfiction and no one but me has read it yet so I welcome reviews!

From PotterNerd94


He knew, before he was even fully conscious he knew. It was just another dream.

George had dreamt about Fred every night since the war, in total, 62 times. Today was July 2nd, exactly two months since the battle at Hogwarts and nothing felt any better. He had hoped that in time his chest would feel less heavy, his eyes less glazed and his mind less sluggish but still, two months after the war, 62 excruciating days, George felt the grief as if it only happened yesterday.

He opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling, trying to calm his breathing and slow his pounding heart. Light shone through the gap in the curtain, reminding George that the days kept moving on, the sun kept shining and people kept living, well most of them.

He took a deep breath and sat up, slid out from under the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Sure, his movements were robotic but George was thankful that he could make himself do anything at all. Another deep breath and he stood up, stretched and got dressed. With another thing done, George planned his next actions: open the curtain, get breakfast and open the shop.


She woke up with tears flowing freely down her cheeks. July 2nd. It had been exactly 2 months since the battle. 62 days since she lost her parents, her best friend, her godfather and her mentor and not a day had gone by that she hadn't cried for them.

Every day was the same. She would wake up in the room she shared with Ginny and Hermione at the Burrow, eat breakfast, crack jokes, help George with the shop and then return to the Burrow to comfort her adopted family, her friends and her brother, Harry. It was only at night when she allowed the tears to fall silently before succumbing to a sleep haunted with the faces of the dead.

Daisy had always been strong, always the fighter, the one who protected others. This was why she felt she had to comfort the Weasleys and Harry; she felt she had to be strong for them. Daisy thought back to the day after the battle...

They were all sat in the Gryffindor common room, waiting for Harry. They had had time for tears, for shouting and for falling apart but Mrs Weasley was struggling to breathe without choking on her tears. With Mr Weasley currently sitting with Ginny, Daisy got up and sat next to Mrs Weasley, a woman whom she had always admired, wrapped her arms around her and let her sob until her tears soaked her shoulder.

Staring up at the ceiling Daisy recalled how each person had cried on her shoulders at least once since the battle, how they had relied on Daisy to help them through it and yet she had refused all comfort from everyone, even Harry. Ginny, who had always seen Daisy as a sister, thought that it was just her way of coping.

"Daisy, mum says breakfast is ready. I think she's cooked enough food for a circus though so no need to hurry," Ginny called from across the room.

"Thank you Ginny," croaked Daisy, her voice husky from the lack of use. She planned the day ahead: Breakfast, help George at the shop, have lunch, help George at the shop, back to the Burrow, dinner, sleep. It was no different to yesterday, or the day before, but it helped her to feel calm if she knew exactly how she was going to proceed. 'Like a battle plan' she thought wryly. With this she groaned and got up, prepared for another monotonous day.


He told himself to breathe in, breathe out and concentrate, breathe in, breathe out and concentrate. Repeat.

He opened his eyes and looked away from the mirror. He hated how hopeful his reflection made him, every time and he knew that it must be painful for his family and friends to look at him too. With a jolt he realised that someone was talking to him. He dragged his mind away from memories of the battle and looked at Daisy, his best friend and the girl of his dreams.

She looked disappointed but carried on speaking as if nothing had happened. In all honesty, she knew that George wasn't coping. She knew about his dreams. She knew that it hurt to look at his reflection. Yet she stayed with him throughout, she was always there. She missed George, his smile, the way his eyes shone when he laughed or when he kissed her. She knew that she could never get Fred back, or Remus, or Tonks or even her parents but she needed George to find himself again.

"...those girls said about the witch section of the shop, George, I think they were right. Do you think you could come up with any ideas for products? I could brainstorm too and then we can choose our favourites?" said Daisy, choosing to ignore his obvious lack of interest.

George forced himself to nod, he didn't really want to make an effort but he knew that he should, for Fred. Daisy kept prattling on about how they really should tidy the shop and re-stocks some of the shelves before customers arrived, she was trying to keep a conversation flowing to bring some normality back to their lives, but George just felt irritated.

"I don't care Daisy. I don't care. It's just a shop, they're just people. None of this means anything! It means nothing! I don't care so why should you!" George shouted at the top of his lungs. It wasn't until after he'd finished shouting that he realised how loud he had been, and how much he had startled Daisy.

Daisy picked up the bottles of love potions that she had dropped on the floor, took a deep breath and replied, "I care about you because I love you and I care about the shop because Fred cared, George." She re-stacked the shelf with love potions and went out back with the pretext of getting more but really it was so she could hide her tears.

When she returned, she acted as if nothing had happened but George knew he had gone too far when he saw her red-rimmed eyes, he just couldn't find it in himself to care.