George Weasley: A Life without Fred

Plot: It had been three days since the battle of Hogwarts. Harry returned the elder wand to Dumbledore's grave, Ron and Hermione planed their wedding, and the staff began rebuilding Hogwarts. Where did that leave George you may ask? Empty… He never felt so alone. Usually when he felt bad, he would always turn to Fred…Now, he only turned to find an empty spot. George couldn't imagine his life without his brother. He knew his first year without Fred would be the hardest, but he knew he would get through it—somehow.

Chapter 1

Which was two became one

George woke up in his room…Alone… He looked toward Fred's bed and sighed. He didn't want to get out of bed today, or ever really. He laid back down and turned over on his bed…Just then he heard his door being opened. It was Ron.

"Oui, George… Get your lazy bum out of bed…" Ron said.

"Get out!" George shouted, throwing a pillow at Ron. Ron sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.

"George, I know this has been hard on you…" Ron said, lowering his head. "But you're not the only one grieving. Everyone else is just as devastated as you are…" Ron added, wiping tears from his eyes. George sighed and sat up. He put his hand on Ron's shoulder and replied.

"I know that, and I'm sorry for taking my anger out on you. I just—I just want to be alone."

Ron shook his head, and pulled back the blankets, and then opened his curtains. "Sorry, no can do. You've been in bed for three days, it's about time you stop wallowing and rotting and come see your bloody family!"

"Ron! Don't be a pain in the ass!" George said, getting up and putting Ron in a head lock. Ron coughed and smiled replying. "There, at l-least I got you outta bed!"

George sighed and released Ron. He then grabbed some clothes and spoke.

"Fine, but don't expect me to go anywhere. Now, give me some privacy!"

Ron nodded and left the room. After getting dressed, George trotted down the stairs to find everyone eating breakfast. George quietly joined the table, and grabbed a scone. As he put on some jam, his mother poured him some orange juice. The whole family was still grieving, so the table was quiet. No one spoke a word. Until finally, Molly broke the ice.

"Good Morning George…" She said, desperately trying to get her son to talk. George nodded and spoke softly.

"Morning Mum." He then sipped his orange juice. He looked around and added "Where's Ginny?"

Molly rolled her eyes and pointed upstairs. "She's still asleep, and so is Harry in the guest room." Molly replied. George had a feeling that Harry snuck into Ginny's room and the two up there were most likely thinking of an excuse as to why they were late for breakfast.

"I bet they are up there getting dressed, if you know what I mean." George laughed and sipped his orange juice. He then looked at the table to find his family stare at him. He then uttered "What?" Percy scratched the back of his head and spoke. "That's the first joke you've made in awhile.." George lowered his head, than rose from the table replying "Well get used to it." And went back upstairs. Molly hit Percy upside his head and spoke.

"How could you say that?! We had only just got him down here!"

"Oww! I'm sorry!" Percy said, rubbing the back of his head. Molly rolled her eyes and finished her breakfast. George went up to the roof, and sighed to himself. He had chosen isolation, and his family wasn't dealing well with his choice at all. Ginny opened up the roof window and joined her brother.

"Hello George…" She said, taking a seat beside him. George rolled his eyes and watched the sunrise, not answering. Ginny sighed and spoke again. "George… I know how you feel… And I'm sorry—""You don't know how I feel..." George interrupted. Ginny frowned and stood up, practically yelling at him now. "LOOK! I'M NOT GOING TO STAND IDLY BY WHY YOU TAKE OUT YOUR ANGER ON US!" George was shocked, he never seen this side of Ginny before.

"IF YOU WANT TO SIT HERE AND STEW THAT'S FINE, BUT DON'T TAKE YOUR FAMILY DOWN WITH YOU! DAD BARLEY SPEAKS ANYMORE, MUM CRIES ALMOST ALL THE TIME, PERCY ISN'T HIMSELF, AND BILL RARELY VISITS! AS FOR RON—WELL THANK GOD HERMIONE IS THERE BESIDE HIM AT NIGHT TO STOP HIM FROM HIS SCREAMING NIGHTMARES! YOU THINK YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN'T CARE?! HMM?! DO YOU THINK YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO LOST A PIECE OF THEIR SOUL?! HMM?!"

Ginny then left the roof, slamming the trap door in tears. George sighed, his sister was right. He had not only been distant, but cruel to his family. They were all upset about his death. George sighed and went back inside, closing the trap door. Who was standing before him you may ask—Harry Potter.

"Hey George." Harry said, crossing his arms. George rolled his eyes and replied.

"Uhh, hey…"

"How are you?" Harry asked, George had a feeling Harry knew about Ginny running away in tears. George shrugged and replied "I'm fine I guess—all things considered."

"Oh really?" Harry asked "Because I think you're not fine. Ignoring your Mother is not fine, ignoring your brothers is not fine, and making your sister cry is not fine." George nodded and replied.

"All right, you got me. I'm not fine. I don't think I ever will be." Harry frowned and replied.

"That's fine, just don't shut out your family. You should be thankful for even having one."

George nodded and patted Harry on the shoulder. He had forgotten about Harry's troubled childhood. "Yeah, I know. Thanks Harry." Harry nodded and replied. "No problem, just looking out for my future brother-in-law." George nodded with a smile and went back to his room. Tomorrow would be the funeral—for Fred Weasley.