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Author's note: First HP fanfic, Please R&R

George glanced toward his pillow as golden sunlight streamed though his window. Since Fred died, he preferred to be in the dark where he couldn't see anything and where no one could see him. He felt as though he had lost more than a brother, he felt as though he'd lost half his soul. He glanced toward a picture on his bedside table; it was a picture of him and Fred standing in front of their store at the opening. He closed his eyes, but all he saw was Fred falling toward the ground as the deadly curse hit him, but even as his twin fell, he was still smiling. He was jolted away from the replay of his brother's death by Ron walking in. "George, I'm going to work, you coming?" he asked.

"Yeah I'm coming," George responded half-heartedly as he swung his legs out of bed and pushed himself up with effort. Everything seemed harder now that Fred was gone. Ron gave his brother a concerned look.

"I'm coming!" George snapped as Ron rolled his eyes and strode out of the room. George ruffled his hair with his hands. He shouldn't have used that tone with Ron. 'I'll apologize later' he thought as he got dressed. Everything that George saw and did reminded him of his brother. They were twins after all. As George was digging through his closet, he found an old shirt of Fred's. He held it in his hands and just stared at it, remembering all the good times he and Fred had had: stealing the Marauder's map, creating the Extendable ears, releasing the fireworks on Umbridge, there were so many. Ron broke his trance as he yelled for him to hurry. George tossed the shirt onto his bed and pulled on one of his own shirts, and ran out toward the front of the Burrow.

Victoria walked through Diagon Alley as she passed stores and people, but everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. She nearly ran a goblin over on his way to Gringotts because she hadn't been paying attention to where she was going. She glanced through the clear glass windows, where many items lay, ready to be sold, but she didn't see anything. She sat down on a bench in front of a store called Weasly's Wizard Wheezes. Victoria let her long, blonde, wavy hair blind her as she hung her head, covering her ice blue eyes with her hands. She wasn't one to cry, or let anyone walk all over her, or to break down, especially in public. All that had changed when… she didn't even want to think about it, or she would replay the whole scene in her mind. She glanced up towards the window seeing the Help Wanted sign. It was true, she needed a job, especially since… well, she needed a job that was the point. Victoria walked into the store, straight towards a teenage girl with long, red hair.

Ron glanced outside the store. "What are you looking at?" asked Ginny following Ron's gaze.

"Oh! Ron! You better not be checking her out!" said Ginny in disbelief, "Hermionie would kill you!"

"I'm not. She just looks upset," Ron told his sister glancing at her.

"Good," Ginny told him, "And you might want to see if George wants to actually work or if he's going to sit in the back all day. He's really taking it harder, I mean of course I miss Fred, but I don't know. I'm really worried about him."

"Okay," Ron told her as he turned to the back to get his brother. Ron was worried about George too. George rarely smiled anymore, and it was a miracle if you get him to even talk.

"Hi," Victoria approached the red headed girl. "Hi," responded Ginny although her thoughts still lay on George.

"I saw the help wanted sign."

"Help would be appreciated," Ginny told her smiling sadly, "the job's yours if you want it." The store had been short-handed ever since Fred died. And all the grief whirling around had slowed everyone down.

"Alright, thanks," Victoria told her quietly, "My name's Victoria Drew, by the way."

"Ginny," Ginny told her as she held out her hand. The two girls shook hands and smiled at each other, both sensing the other's sadness.

"You have a nice store," Victoria remarked as she glanced around.

"Thanks, but actually it's my brother's store."

"Really? Is that him?"

Ginny glanced behind her to see Ron coming forward from the back, a defeated look on his face. "He won't come out here."

"This is my brother Ron, but our brothers George and Fr-" Ginny stopped talking at once realizing she was about to say "And Fred".

"So your brothers own the store?" asked Victoria, sensing something was wrong.

"Well, they used to. Fred was killed in the battle against Voldemort," Ron told her solemnly, looking toward his feet.

"I'm sorry!" Victoria said quickly, "I didn't mean to bring anything up!"

"It's ok, you couldn't have known," Ginny told her heavily.

"But if it helps," Victoria started as Ron and Ginny turned towards the back, "I know how it feels. To lose a brother or sister, I mean. I lost my sister in the war as well."

Victoria looked down, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes but she blinked them back.

"I'm glad you can understand," Ginny told her as she felt her eyes get wet.

"Me too," Victoria told her as the two girls hugged. Ron turned towards the back to bring more boxes in.

"Want some help?" Ginny called to her brother.

"Sure," Ron's voice came echoing through the room.

"Alright let's go help him," Victoria told her.

"Yeah. He always thinks he has the box and then it goes crashing down."

"Really? He seems stronger than that."

"Yeah you would think," Ginny said with a half-smile as the two walked toward the back of the store.