Recovering

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A friend, brother, son and a twin was Fred, he could light up every day, no matter how much Lord Voldermort had twisted it, but for Fred, the day when the Dark Lord was vanquished never came, and he never felt the day when the war was over. He had died fighting. His bravery had been noted, his friends and family mourned and now it was time to move on, but for George, a little encouragement was what he really needed…

A week after the war and the burrow was silent at the early hour, but the circumstances being how grave they were, the time of day made only slight difference to George, everyone had tried to talk to him, to tell him how much they were upset about Fred's death but nothing had worked until Hermione tried.

Hermione stayed at the Burrow, trying to beat off the temptation to find out about the whereabouts of her parents because she realised how much she needed to be at the Burrow. It had come to the attention of Mrs Weasley that Hermione was the only person that had not tried to convince George to come out of his room. Hermione replied that she did not think that it was her place to do so; however she was convinced to try.

At five minutes to eleven, she approached George's room, nervous and hoping she was doing the right thing, she knocked on the door and was asked to come in. it was the first time that she had seen George after the war apart from the funeral and so she was surprised to see him looking so composed. He invited her to sit down and she began. 'George, I know I don't know how you're feeling, you know that too but everyone wants you back, you've got to help your family heal and I know its unfair that you should have to do that, but no one else can…'

'I don't know Hermione, I mean I can barely stop my self thinking about him 100 percent of the time, let alone stop others doing that too.' He replied.

'He would have wanted that, you know, he wouldn't want you to shut yourself away and loose yourself would he? Remember when Ron thought that Scabbers had died, remember what he said? He said that Ron should get over it because morning him won't get him back, there's nothing we can do so why not try and move on and make him happy where ever he is? Please try and help your family, they need you.'

Neither of them spoke for a while, then finally George spoke, 'You're right Hermione, I mean mourning him isn't going to bring him back, so I should try to move on. Ok, you've convinced me.' He smiled.

'Thanks George.' Hermione said 'It'll really help.'

They walked down the stairs together in silence and when they reached the kitchen George greeted the family with a huge smile. But Hermione had realised that the new Minister for Magic Kingsley Shackbolt was sitting at the kitchen table, he looked grave when he said, 'Hermione, I've got bad news about your parents.' The colour left her face and she feared the worst.

Kingsley took Hermione aside and said 'I'm afraid that although your attempts to save your parents were very gallant, they were unfortunately unsuccessful, they were murdered. I'm so sorry.'

'Oh, well thanks for telling me, it's saved me some time.' She said unable to say anything else due to the lump in her throat. Kingsley nodded.

A few minutes later Kingsley had left and the family turned to Hermione to ask what had happened when they realised that she had her head buried in Ron's shoulder. Half a minute later she had announced that she was going for a walk, apparently not noticing the rain pounding down on the windows.

She walked, regardless of where she was going. Finally, 20 minutes later, she sat down on the top of the hills, on looking the burrow. She realised with a jolt that the 9 people who she loved like a family were within the tumble down house that she looked down on.

Two hours later and she had watched the sun go down behind the burrow and she was drenched, but what did that matter? She had just lost her parents to the world's darkest wizard and she had never felt so glad he was dead, but he had taken her parents with him. 'You're getting wet.' Said a voice behind her and turned around to see Charlie Weasley looking down at her.

'No, you don't say.' She snapped, suddenly realising how ungrateful she sounded when talking to one of the family who had looked after her and loved her like a daughter for so long. 'I'm sorry,' she said 'but I was just cant stop thinking about them and I wasn't expecting company out here,' she paused 'Why are you her?' she asked.

'To tell you to come back inside, you're going to catch your death of cold.' He replied holding out his hand to help her up.

When they arrived back at the Burrow Hermione was surprised to find all the Weasleys and Harry sitting at the kitchen table, despite the lateness of the hour. She had told them what Kinsley had come to tell her and they had all expressed their sorrow, especially Mr Weasley who had taken a liking towards the two muggles. Hermione had pretended to have fallen asleep but her head was spinning and sleeping was one of the last things she felt like doing, she crept out of bed and crept into the kitchen. She had been sitting there for an hour when she heard someone call her name, she turned around.