A/N: This just popped into my head a couple of days ago, and I had to write it down. It was originally meant to be a longer one-shot, but I think I'm going to turn it into a multi chapter George x Angelina fic. I might just leave it at this, though, if I don't like the rest of the stuff I write. The first chapter's really short, but it's really an introduction more than anything. Oh, and I don't own anything that's JKR's (though I wish I did...).
Chapter 1: Loss
Diagon Alley was the site of much jubilant celebration, hearty drinking, and unreserved laughter. The brightly colored shops sparkled with their magical wares, and creatures of all types prowled the streets, selling overly priced, possibly illegal goods. No one would have thought that mere months ago the wizarding street had been nearly deserted. Few indications of the second war remained, as if the world was desperate to be rid of all of the misery it had seen over the past couple of years. Shops had reopened, sales had picked up nearly everywhere, and shopkeepers were hard-pressed to keep up with their customers' demands. All salesmen in Diagon Alley were on their way to becoming rich as the wizarding world attempted to rebuild itself.
Only one shop that had managed to stay open in the war had actually closed down. The owner of said shop had sold it to a prominent broom manufacturer, as well as the flat located above it, nearly three months prior, just after the war ended. Even so, he still made frequent visits to Diagon Alley, his former home. He slowly strolled down the main thoroughfare, staring out at the familiar shop windows flanking him on either side. The usually busy atmosphere that was present during the day had mellowed out into a soft trickle of its former strength. Lately he had taken to wandering the streets late at night. He just couldn't stand being at home, among all the family, and without…
He couldn't think the name. He just couldn't. The Battle of Hogwarts had broken him, just as thoroughly as a hammer could shatter glass. The one person who had truly understood him, who had been more than just a part of his life, who could essentially read his mind, was gone forever from the world of the living. George Weasley glanced at his reflection in the window opposite him, shuddering as he did. It didn't help his sense of loss when he saw Fred every time he looked in the mirror.
A/N: So what did you think? Please read and review and I'll hopefully have the second chapter up sometime soon!