Disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes only. I do not own any of the rights associated with Harry Potter, all rights in that respect to J.K. Rowling.

A/N: I wrote this following crying over the Deathly Hallows Pt2 yesterday thinking that I would be over it by now, nope - not a chance. I may turn this into an actual story depending on how it is perceived. I hope you guys enjoy

Where the Broken Hearts Live

Without any sign of warning the rain suddenly began to pound down on the streets of Diagon Alley sending everyone into a sprint for cover or ripping their cloaks over their heads, except for one witch, who seemed to welcome the rain as she disappeared under the downpour. She walked slowly down the long street allowing the rain to drench her, her clothes now clinging desperately to her as her hair lay flat stuck against her face. There was only one place on her mind and the second she came across the boarded-up shop, the breath she had been holding in was finally allowed to leave her. Fishing the scratched-up key out of her drenched pockets, she turned the lock that was starting to rust over before taking in another breath as she stepped inside out of the rain. Ignoring the urge to stop and look at everything, to brush the dust off the register or to even straighten the log behind the desk, she pushed ahead for the stairs at the back of the shop leaving a trail of water as she went. Her legs screamed uncomfortably as her wet jeans scratched at her skin as she climbed the staircase, her hands shaking as she came to a stop outside the chipped red-door.

"George…" She whispered as she knocked the door once before leaning her head against the heavy wood, she could hear the rushing footsteps from inside the flat and in a blur the door had been ripped open in front of her. Before she could utter another word, the redhead pulled her into his chest not caring if he was now equally as drenched as she was, the tears that she had been holding in since she had breached the threshold were now free to trickle down her cheeks. "I'm sorry for imposing," She hiccupped.

"You can't impose on your own home," George told her as he kept his strong grip on her scared that if he was to let go that she would disappear for good this time. "Where have you been?"

"I was staying with in some Muggle bed and breakfast." She mumbled against his chest, she hadn't been home in over six months and the occasional update from his brothers about her whereabouts had been driving him crazy. "I'm sorry if I worried you," She felt him shake his head against her, "How have you been?"

"I don't think you need to know the answer to that love," He told her honestly as she moved to look up at him, tears continuing to trickle down her cheeks as she took in the dark circle under his eyes. "Come on, let's get you some warm clothes."

George left her in the living room to let her come to in her own time, scared that if he rushed her, she would be gone, and he'd be left to his misery alone. He found some of her comfiest looking clothes that he had moved into the spare room along with a towel for her to wrap her dripping hair up with, when he returned to the room he found her stood in front of the roaring fireplace trying to catch a heat.

"What are you looking at?" He questioned her noticing she was holding one of the many photo frames that he had kept on the mantle piece, just where she had left them.

"All of us at Bill and Fleur's wedding," She chuckled softly, staring down at the moving photo watching as she pulled a funny face at the camera whilst George gave a playfully gagged as his twin kissed the girl on the cheek lovingly. "I love this photo of us,"

"You two could have warned me y'know," George laughed slightly as he appeared at her shoulder looking down at the photo with her, "Here," He handed her the pile of clothes as she set the frame back down on the mantle. "You can get changed in my room if you want, or the bathroom – it's uh clean?"

"Thank you F- Georgie," She sighed heading down the hallway just as George called after her.

"I'll put the kettle on?" He had offered, only to sigh as he heard no response from her.

She stood frozen outside the bedroom door, her hand hovering over the doorknob as she tried to catch her breath. She hadn't stepped foot in the room in months and the thought of entering it alone, terrified her. She tucked the clothes under her arm as she pushed the door open, shivering at the soft creak that came from the hinges. The soft glow from the streetlight outside brought the room out of darkness, as she stepped inside, a watery laugh left her lips as she looked around the room, the same thick blanket that her mother had sent them lay over the spacious bed surrounded by the comfy pillows she had made him buy since he always stole hers. The candles she had bought from a Muggle stall lay untouched on the bedside table along with some of her favourite photos.

She made quick work of changing out of her drenched clothes, leaving them in a pile by the door knowing she would come back to them as she pulled on her plaid shorts laughing softly at the Gryffindor seal that sat at the hem, she reached out for the jumper that George had left for her only to have her hand stall as she noticed the print on the back. 'F Weasley' stood out on the back of the grey jumper as she just stared for a moment before pulling it over her now drying dark hair.

"Hello stranger," She smiled sadly as she took a seat on his side of the bed pulling a cushion to her chest wishing that it still held his scent on the fabric. She reached out pulling another frame towards her smiling as Fred's face smiled back at her, she had taken the photo the first morning she had stayed over in the new flat after sneaking out of classes to see him. "I'm home… I just wish you were here too,"

"You know I would be if I could…" She imagined his voice as she curled up on his side of the bed holding the frame against the cushion to her chest. She wished that she could feel his arms wrapped around her one last time.

"Eve…" George called for her as he made his way down the corridor, the colour draining when he noted the open door and the soft sob coming from inside. "Evie…" He sighed as he stepped inside the room swallowing his own emotions as he took in the woman curled into a ball, her shoulders shaking. "Hey…" He whispered as he carefully crawled beside her resting his hand on her arm. "You're alright love…"

"No," She protested as she cried, "No I'm not" She allowed him to take the photo and cushion from his grasp as he gently moved her into his lap as he held her, "I can't do this Georgie," She sobbed, "I need him to come back – I.." Her words were captured into another sob as she let her tears soak into his jumper, the redhead only brushed his hand back and forth across her back as the tears rolled down his own cheeks.

"I wish I could take his place Evie," George told her in a hushed whisper only to have her shoot up to stare at him angrily. "Wha…"

"Just because I want him here doesn't mean I want you to disappear George," She told him, the anger she felt to his suggestion seeping through her tears, "Don't you dare think for a second that I want you to take his place," He frowned seeing another wave of tears forming in her eyes and this time, he had caused them. "I came home because I can't be alone anymore… You can't leave me now."

"I'm not going anywhere," He promised her as she rest her head down into the crook of his neck as he rocked them back and forth allowing her to get the tears out of her system. He kept his eyes fixated on the large frame that took up residence on the wall at the other end of the room covered by a thin sheet, wondering how severe a look his brother was giving him. "Hey…" He spoke gently to her as she pulled her head up to look at him, "Tea?"

"Please," She nodded as she clambered her way to her feet, casting one last look at her photos before following George out of the room and down to the kitchen where he had left two mugs and the teapot waiting for them. She sat at one of the tall stools at the kitchen island watching as George fetched the milk from the fridge, his hair had grown out since she was last home and the stubble on his chin was more than just a five o'clock shadow now. He looked tired. "When did you last sleep the night through?" She asked, "Without Fire Whisky?"

George frowned as he set down the milk on the counter sitting down across from her, "I could ask you the same question…" He shot back taking in the equally dark circles that hung around her eyes.

"Touché…" She muttered as she took a tentative sip from her mug smiling as her body welcomed the warmth. "Have you spoke to your mum recently?"

George shook his head, "Last time I was home… She uh – called me Fred…" He told her, "She cried for an hour and I haven't been home since then,"

"She misses you," She told him with a sad smile. Molly had stopped by the Bed and Breakfast she had been staying at every other day to check in on her, normally bringing her almost daughter-in-law a flask of soup, and would catch her up on all the going-on with the family. George always playing a big part in the conversation. "I could go to the house with you if you wanted to go see them"

"I – I saw Ron yesterday and Percy the day before," George told her as he fiddled with the mug in front of him, "I see Ginny whenever I can …I'm just not ready to watch my mum break her heart over and over again," He grumbled, the frustration he felt to it all beginning to burn it's away to the surface as he looked back at her. "Why are you here?" He asked, "You have some cheek to offer to take me to see my family, last time I checked I was your family and you were quick to leave me." Her face fell as she looked at him, "It's because I look like him? Isn't it!"

She slid the mug back across the counter as she stepped down from the stool keeping her eyes trained on the man, "I left because I wanted to have time to grieve the man I loved," She told him, "I never ever left because of you George, I wanted you to have your time to breathe because I thought I made it harder for you," She let out a breath as she tried to keep the tears at bay, "I came back because I missed everything here, my home is gone and this stupid flat and you are the only things I have left of…" She couldn't get the rest of her words out as a sob left her, "Fuck you George."

"Evie wait," George called out after her as she stormed off out of the kitchen, at the slam of the door he knew she was back in her bedroom and that he had made the biggest mistake. She had come back to try and heal herself, and him, and he had just thrown it back in her face. "What a twat…" He muttered.

"My thoughts exactly mate…" The familiar voice spoke as George raised his eyes to look at the figure that sat across from him. "Kind of harsh don't you think?"

"Don't…" George warned, "Do you not think this is hard enough without you throwing your galleon in Fred?" The man just shrugged, "I know you're not there," He told himself more than anything, "- but why can I see you?"

"You're guess is as good as mine mate," Fred chuckled, a small smile on his face as he looked around the flat, "You could have cleaned up a little bit eh?" George flipped him off, "You know she loves you almost as much as she loved me,"

"What are you on about you blithering idiot." George groaned, "She was about to marry you!"

Fred rolled his eyes at his brother, "I'm dead and you're still an idiot," He commented, "Evie will never ever love anyone again at this rate if every time she tries to let someone back in they throw it back in her face, now suck it up," George glared at his brother, "You promised me you'd look after her…" He warned, "Now let her look after you,"

Hours passed by as if they were minutes and before he knew it, George was lying fast asleep with his head lolled to the side on the kitchen counter, the cup of tea from before now ice cold a few inches away. He had pulled the hood of his jumper up over his head to keep the warmth in. Eve had spent the time by burying herself on Fred's side of the bed surrounded by blankets and pillows as she stared at the ceiling, wishing that she could get the tears to stop. She had heard George talking from the kitchen and was glad that she wasn't the only one that had been imagining Fred. Giving up with lying in the bed, she pushed herself up out of the warmth and safety of the blankets as she headed to the door, only to pause as her gaze fell on the frame by the door.

"What the hell…" She whispered as she pulled the sheet down from the frame, a watery smile appearing on her face as she took in the redhead in front of her, a small smile on his face as he sat on the dark red sofa that once lay in the Gryffindor common room. "Some good memories on that couch," She smirked to herself brushing a tear away from her cheek.

"You could say that…"

Her eyes sprung back up the portrait; certain that she wasn't imagining his voice this time. There he was. Eyes blinking, chest moving with each breath and fingers fiddling with the loose thread on his sweater, "You're – How?"

"Georgie pulled some strings with McGonagall,"

"I hate you so much right now," She told him resting her hand on the edge of the frame as the tears slipped down her cheeks again watching as he stood up from the couch in the painting, "This isn't real."

"I'm just memories love, kept in a frame – but it is me,"

She let out a low sigh as she took him in again, "I miss you so much…"

"I know… I miss you more than I could ever describe,"

"Does George hate me?" She asked him as she rest against the dresser by the door, watching as Fred moved to sit down closer to the edge of the frame. She wished that she was able to just yank him out of the painting.

"You know he didn't mean it… He loves you Evie… He's angry – but never at you, neither of us could ever ever be angry with you love – Just don't give up on us eh?"

She jumped hearing the loud smash come from the kitchen. She quickly grabbed her wand from the pile of clothes that she had yet to move from the door as she turned back to Fred who looked like he was laughing at her. "It's only George isn't it…" He nodded to her. "I love you…" Fred only nodded with the same ghost of a smile as he watched her leave the room to help his brother.

She hurried down the hall with her wand raised just in case, and that's when she heard him, the muttering of pure pain and fear coming from the redhead as he thrashed in his chair, the cup of tea now smashed on the floor at his feet. She rushed to his side, her hands cupping his face gently as she tried to wake him. "George?" She asked, "Georgie – Wake up it's okay"

"Fred," George whimpered still wrapped up in his nightmare, "No... Don't go… Evie… I-"

She panicked trying to shake him out of his sleep yet nothing seemed to be working, the only thing she could think to do was to rest her head against his desperately – like she used to when they were children. "Georgie, you need to wake up right now love." She whispered, the shaking slowly came to a stop and as she opened her own eyes, she was met with equally as tired ones, "Hello…"

He brought his hand up to cover hers, "Hi," For a moment, she forgot who she was looking at – innocently, the pain and suffering left her chest as George sighed. "I'm sorry for earlier – I didn't mean a word of it…" She smiled at him, "Please don't go…"

She let her head stay against his as he held onto her hands tightly scared to let go, both innocently unaware of the lovingly pained eyes that were on them from the frames all over the room. "I'm never ever going to leave you,"

"Me either…"