The harsh rain hit George's face like bullets. The sky was dark grey with no blue in sight. He quickly rushed inside. Soaked to the skin, he decided to change. He walked up the steep steps of his small house to his bedroom. Six pictures started down at him from the wall. George had lost so much in life, so many people. He stared up at the photos. Angelina, Mum, Dad, Bill, Charlie and Fred the people who made life worth living gone. Angelina's death took him by surprise and his beloved children Fred and Rosanna. He rarely got to see his kids who travelled the world so he was all alone. Ron and Ginny sometimes visited but not often because they had families to look after.
George opened his wardrobe door and stared at his musty old clothes. He hung his Hogwarts robes at the front so he could remind himself of the past. He picked a red top and jeans. As he pulled them on a box hidden under some clothes at the bottom of his wardrobe caught his attention. He tugged it out and opened it. Inside there was many things sugh as a broomstick handle, a recipe for love potion, a letter from Hogwarts, a picture of the school Quidditch team, and at the very bottom there was a picture of him and Fred grinning.
Tears raced down his face. If only he could go back to the good old days.