Title; Life goes on

Summary; Christmas after Fred died; George takes Percy to see the joke shop. But on the way back, George find out that instead of getting Fred back... he'll get something else instead. DH Spoiler. Gw/As.

Disclaimer; Nothing in this fic belongs to me, not at all, they belong to J.K Rowling. But if I were J.K Rowling... I would have killed Harry Potter in the end of DH.

Me note; I just got this idea since it started snowing yesterday and now do we have snow snow snow, and this is just going to be two chapters, nothing more.

Chapter one.

The snow was falling outside. Slowly floating down the sky to place themselves at the cold ground. George stood by the window and looked out at the snow covered ground outside the burrow, under the darkening sky.

This was going to be the first Christmas without Fred. The first time that he and Fred wouldn't take each other's shirts and say that they were Gred and Forge, it had become like a tradition among the family, when they were kids Percy used snapped at them to grow up, that it wasn't fun anymore.

"Hey." Percy had appeared in the sitting room. "Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah." George said distant to an answer, but didn't turn around. "Sure I am."

"Okay..." Percy said, he didn't really know how to continue.

"Did you want something Percy?" George said in a defensive tone and turned around. "Or did you just come in here to bug me, and get all emotional on me, huh?"

"No." Percy said. "I was just wondering... how are you going to do with the shop? You just can't leave it like that forever."

Percy meant the fact that George hadn't opened it yet. He had just put up a 'Closed until further notice' note on the door.

"Maybe I'll open it next year, as a start on a new year." George said distant, his head turned around to the window again. "I guess that the shop simply... fell out of my mind."

"I can help you." Percy said and sat down on the arm of the couch. "With the shop, I mean. I have never actually been there and even though that it is Joke stuff that you sell, I'll come around."

Percy had started to ramble and become much unorganised since Fred died. If somebody mentioned it he just shrugged and said that he didn't find any reason to be over organized anymore.

"You have never been in the shop." George muttered to himself. "Let's go there, to the shop. If you are going to work for me, you have to know the shop." He looked at Percy who stood up.

Percy cringed little when George said 'work for me' but would go with it if it made him happy. "Sure, tomorrow sounds good?"

"No." George said, and Percy could say that his voice sounded more alive than it had for a very long time. "Now, let's go now. As in right now."

"George, its Christmas eve." Percy said in protest.

"Screw that, you haven't even seen the shop." George said it like it was completely unbelievable.

"Right." Percy said and grabbed his winter cloak and followed George who had walked out of the sitting room.

"Here it is." George said and opened the door to the shop that he and Fred had started after they left school.

"Nice." Percy commented and looked around. "Look, the famous fake wands." He smiled and walked up to the stack of packages with fake wands.

After Fred had died, Percy had started to smile more also and let go, stop thinking that he was the one who had to be the older one. After that Bill had moved to Egypt and Charlie to Rumania, Percy had been the oldest one, and he was clearly not made to be in that position and then it just got worse and worse as the years passed by.

"You can look around wherever you want; I'm just going to go upstairs, to get some stuff." George said and moved away from main area of the shop, over to the back and upstairs to where he and Fred had their flat. He unlocked the door; he hadn't been in there since he was there last time with Fred.

Ignoring the empty feeling inside him he stepped into the flat, except from the kitchen and the bathroom was there two rooms that were placed in front of each other; George had the one to the left. Casually, but still very carefully he walked up to that door opened it and stayed at the door frame before he took the step and walked inside.

Muggle clothes mixed with wizard ones were laying scattered little about everywhere over the room. The bed was unmade. George walked into the room. The first room he had to himself. Ever since he and Fred were born had they shared everything, room, toys, even clothes from time to time. But now when they moved here they got separate rooms.

George sighed and pointed his wand at his bed so that it made itself. Then he started to pick up all clothes that were lying on the floor, sorting them into two piles on the bed. Those who seemed to be clean, but probably weren't and the really stinky and dirty ones in the other pile.

But when George picked up his favourite pair of jeans, a picture fell out of its pocket. He bent down and picked it up, and when he turned it over, he saw that it was of Alicia Spinnet. His ex girlfriend. They had been together even since fourth year of school, but about a year and four months ago, they had broken up. He didn't know what went wrong after being together for four years; Alicia had simply told him that the only reason that they didn't break up earlier was because none of them really knew how to break up.

George really hadn't seen it coming, she had simply been waiting for him for him here, in this exact room, sitting on the bed, having a bag with her clothes and other stuff packed in. Telling him that they would be foolish if they continued this relationship, that this was goodbye. She had moved in with Angelina, when He and Fred had met Angelina again at the battle of Hogwarts, she had been very cold against him, not even talking to him. Fred said that he would talk to Angelina and force her to tell her what she had against George, but George didn't know if Fred ever found out since Fred had died.

"Hey George." Percy came up to the room. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." George replied, and put in the picture in his pocket."Let's go home, mum is probably going haywire."

The snow covered Diagonally was almost completely abandoned; the ground was covered in snow, snow only touched by the footsteps of George and Percy. But when George had closed and locked the door, another pair of footsteps appeared on the snow covered ground. George who heard the footsteps turned around toward them.

They belonged to a woman of 19 years, a woman who was short, had brown hair and eyes, and a very bad temperament. At first sight was George very happy to see her, since just that woman had been out of the country working for the last two years. He was about to smile at her when he saw the angry look at her face, she was angry at him, really angry.

She walked up to him and without saying anything she walked up to him and with all the force she had, and that was pretty much force she had gotten from playing Quidditch, she smacked him, straight on the cheek.

"Katie, what did you do that for?" George asked her as he put up a hand over his cheek, he would have hit her back if she wasn't a woman.

"How dear you ask me why I did that?" She snapped angry at him.

Percy, who stood in the back ground, didn't say anything, he just watched, feeling a little bit confused.

"I just got back home a week ago, and guess what I found out!?" Katie almost shouted at him.

"If this is about Alicia, She was the one who broke it off with me." George reminded her.

Katie shook her head, she didn't know if she should burst out into laughter or nit him again. "You, George, of all people should have a little sense of moral when it comes to family; you grew up with six siblings for crying out loud. And still, when nobody who knows you would ever believe it, you did what you did, how can you defend it?"

"What are you talking about Katie?" George asked her bewildered.

"God George, you are so thick." Katie said trying to stay calm. "I'm talking about Alicia, how you just walked out on her and the baby."

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