The Grief of George Weasley

by Cupcakes and Accents

Grief. George Weasley has had enough of it. But just when he thinks he can take no more of the void that now rests inside him he is pleasantly surprised and all of sudden everything doesn't seem as lonely. Everyone believes what he is hearing to be a trick and nothing more, a coping mechanism. Are the things George hears real or is it just another cruel hand dealt by Grief?

1. Hearing the Impossible

George Weasley stopped, it couldn't be, his mouth was dry his heart seemed to be pounding in his stomach. He was hearing a sound he had not heard for what seemed like a lifetime, from a place that could no longer hear.

'God job you're saint like,' four words that to anyone else would mean nothing but to him meant the world. He snapped back to the cold harshness that was reality, it couldn't be it was impossible he no longer had that part of his life. Getting his hopes up wouldn't bring it – or him- back it would only cause more damage and re-open the gaping wound that was healing at a painful snail's pace.

As he stacked the selves full to the brim of puking pastilles and nosebleed nougats he could feel Ron hovering behind him. He gripped on to the packet of puking pastilles in his hand his knuckles going white. He may be upset but he didn't need a minder. George Weasley was not pathetic.

'Is there something you need?' He could hear the bitterness in his voice. But couldn't help it, that's what George was now. Bitter.

'You know I'm here to help. Mum would have a fit if she knew that all I've been doing is watching you work,' Ron replied a hint of desperation in his voice.

Help. George was sick of hearing the word. He didn't want nor did he need anyone's help. When would they realise he just wanted to be left alone?

'Want to help so much? Well here's an idea. Leave. Me. Alone. I'm a big boy now,' he said chucking the box of puking pastilles at Ron. In in his one good ear he heard the tell-tale pop which meant Ron no longer stood behind him. He hadn't meant to lose his temper so quickly but he was fed up of everyone telling him in many and various different ways that he needed help. George was on his own now and could do just fine on his own, him against the world.

Just as he finished the last of the staking George noticed something poking its head out from under the bottom of the selves. On closer inspection it revealed itself to be a wand. George twirled it in his hands and all at once it turned into a rubber chicken.

'Remember we use to drive Mum mad with those,' again he was hearing the impossible from the side of him that could not hear thanks to one greasy haired git who turned out to be a hero in disguise. He threw the wand- which was still a rubber chicken- aside, he could not hear this, and he would not hear this.