AN: this is the first of three one shots that I have written about George's life after Fred's death and the war. This one is called A Sun set Over Diagonal.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own George or any other of the characters I write about in this fic. Nor do I own any of the places I write about.

George stood slumped on the cash desk of the shop, his elbows resting in a pile of fake wands that sat in a wicker basket, on the pine wood desk.

The shop was empty now; it was half past five after all.

George looked at his watch, one which now was surprisingly battered for someone who'd only had it three years. It read twenty-seven minutes past five.

Three minutes.

Three minutes till the end of the first day that he'd run the shop without him.

Three months since he'd lost him.

If George was to be incredibly precise, three months, two days, an hour, and thirty seven minutes.

The wizarding world was past the morning now; they had gotten over it with the help and strength of their family and friends. They were moving on. Everyone except George, the one person who he needed most right now was gone, gone for ever.

The late afternoon light shone in to the shop, lighting up the room. George blinked in the light. He had spent the past three months living like recluse upstairs, above the shop. Never opening. Fred had always said they would be the first shop to re-open after the war.

To be honest they were among the last.

Everyone had moved on now, from the morning and the funerals, on to rebuilding their lives bit by bit, rebuilding their families and their lives. But not George, he'd stayed in the same drunken rut for the past three months. Despite the owls and meals delivered by his mother and family, he'd refused to respond to anyone.

Not today though, he thought to himself.

He'd had very few customers today; he supposed no one knew the shop was open again.

Fred would have wanted some big re-opening ceremony that was Fred's thing, not George's. George preferred to do things quietly, calmly, especially now.

Two minutes.

Today he was going to open and shut exactly on time. They never used to open and shut on time before. They always used to open up late and keep the shop open far later than any other on diagonal alley.

Not today though.

One minute.

George rapped his fingers on the cash desk loudly. He had run the shop by himself today and hadn't bothered to tell any of his staff they were re- opening. To be honest he wasn't even sure if they still worked here, he had ignored all their owls and questions about when he was re-opening the shop. They'd have moved on, got other jobs in other shops.

He had to do things in his own time, in his own way, on his own.

Just for today anyway.

Five thirty.

George bent underneath the counter and retrieved his keys.

He stepped outside the shop.

It was a nice day today.

The sun was shining and he could feel the sun on his back as he turned to close the door.

He slid the keys in to the lock.

It was the first time he'd done this on his own; they'd always locked up together.

He turned the sign on the door and let out a deep breath.

He'd done it.

He turned to walk up the stairs and stopped.

Maybe he would go see Lee after all.

AN: that was my first one shot! It's a series of three about George's life after the war!

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