He wouldn't get out of his room. Not for anything.

Not when Bill pounds his fist on the door.

Or when his dad tries to talk him out of his room, Molly sobbing hopelessly.

Not even when Ginny just sits there, mourning with him, but still trying to lure him out.

The Weasley family finally excepted the fact that George isn't going to let go of Fred's death anytime soon, and they left him alone.

He wouldn't eat with the rest of the clan that was his family, instead sleeping not in his, but Fred's bed, always holding a closely-stitched sweater bearing the letter 'F' on it. Because of the lack of food, George had lost a bit of weight, making him scrawny and even more lanky then he was before.

"Okay, Georgie. Time to eat," his mom whispered through the door. She knew he wouldn't come out, but she always tried anyways.

And, of course, George stayed silent.

"There's someone here for you." Now, this intrigued him.

For what seems like the first time in forever, he says, "Who?"

"Come and see," Molly replied.

George carefully opened his door and peaked at his mother. "There you go. Come on." His mum grabbed his arm and led him to the dining room, as if it was his first time in the house.

They entered the room, George looking at his family's faces which he hadn't seen in the longest time. Every one was there; Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Ron, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, and...

Angelina.

"Angelina?" George asked breathlessly.

"Hello, George. I thought I'd stop by and ask how you were doing." George looked if he were about to cry. "I'm sorry, George-"

"You know, I'm not hungry. I think I'm going upstairs." George turned around and left left, leaving everyone staring where he once was. Molly looked over at Angelina.

"Go after him," she ordered. Angelina nodded her response and went after him.

Angelina knocked on the door. "George?"

"No one's allowed in here," replied George. He was crying.

" Please?"

"Why do you care that much anyways?"

"I just want to help you because I know this is hard for you." There was silence, but Angelina saw the knob turn.

"Come in."

Hey, guys! There should be one more chapter to this, possibly up tomorrow or the next day. Y'all are probably wondering about "Home Videos," and I'm having trouble finding stories to write in it, so if you want to comment some short story ideas for that, you are more than welcome to. I'll be checking both this and the Actual fanfic for ideas.

-Addie Rae