AUTHOR'S NOTE: As promised here is the Sequel. The title may change, just watch out for that. But without any further rambling, the first chapters.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter.

I.

The flat was silent for weeks. George stayed in his room, and Carleen sat in the corridor outside of the room that she and Fred shared. Carleen was thankful that George decided to stay in his room for most days. She couldn't bear to look at him, not yet anyway. He was identical to her late husband. Every time she looked at him, she saw Fred, and she could bear it. Little did she know, George was avoiding her. Every time he looked at her, he saw something that Fred had bragged about to him had changed. Her warm brown eyes had darken and froze. Her radiant smile had disappeared. Her rosy cheeks were crimson from crying. Her smooth, dark hair was flat and knotted. Everything that Fred had loved about her was gone, and it killed George to see her that way.

Carleen spent most of her time sitting in the corridor staring at the room that she once shared with Fred. The room had remained untouched since the night in May; it was nearing the end of July. She slept on the floor outside the room, and every night George would cover her with a blanket before he went to bed. Sometimes she would cry in the late of the night, thinking that George was asleep, but he wasn't. Other times it would be George that cried in the night under the assumption that Carleen was asleep, and she wasn't. The night that they apparrated back to the flat, Carleen heard mirrors shattering in George's room. The next morning she woke up, to find all the mirrors in the flat shattered, save the one in the married couple's bedroom. There had been broken glass on the floor since that night. They were in too much pain to clean.

It was midnight on July 29th, when Carleen knocked on the door of George's room wrapped in a blanket.

"Carleen," he said through the door. He was trying to pretend that he was asleep, but she had heard him crying. "Come in." Carleen pushed the door open and exhaled softly. She was looking down at the floor so that she wouldn't have to look at him. Under Fred's jumper, George could see that her belly had gotten rounder since the last time that he'd seen her standing up. She was now clearly pregnant, and looking a little rounder than someone at five months pregnant should. George exhaled, "You can sit down, Carly."

Her dark eyes flicked up to his light blue ones. His eyes had grown lifeless, just as hers had. "You haven't called me that in months."

"I haven't spoken to you, properly, in months," George said. A blush crawled across his face. "I'm sorry for that."

Carleen looked at him, and for the first time, she didn't see Fred. She sighed in relief and sat down on his bed. The brunette leaned against his shoulder and sighed. "It's okay. I've been avoiding you as well."

"By sleeping in the corridor?" George asked a strangled chuckle slipped though his lips. Carleen's face turned red. "It's alright I understand."

"Thank you for covering me," she mumbled. She ran her finger along his chin. "You need to shave."

He smirked and hit her hand away. "I know."

They sat in silence for a long while. She was enjoying his company. She'd been alone for so long that she hadn't remember the pleasure of being with another human being. She enjoyed the sound of his breathing soothed her. He leaned on her shoulder and exhaled slowly. Carleen ran her fingers through his red hair, not Fred's, George's. She wasn't seeing him as her lost lover. That was a step forward, right?

"I miss him," George said.

Carleen laughed and brushed her band from her eyes before letting her hand continue its path through George's hair. "I know. I miss him too."

II.

"Twins?" George echoed.

Carleen sighed as she fell back on his bed and closed her brown eyes. This could not be happening to her. It just couldn't. She could not be having twins. She just couldn't. However, she did show all the signs. Mrs. Weasley said that she was a little round to be just five months pregnant, when she was five months pregnant, but she pushed it aside. She couldn't be having twins. That was just impossible. Although, Fred did tease her about twins running in the family. His mother had twin brothers, he was a twin, why wouldn't she have twins?

"Twins," she said again.

"Like two kids?" George asked.

"Yes, George Fabian," she replied. "A boy and a girl."

George was silent for a moment, but then turned and pulled her off the bed so quickly that she almost fell. "That's wonderful," he shouted as he hugged her. "That's breaking tradition, but still wonderful." Carleen rolled her eyes and sat back down on the bed. George looked at her and his smile faded. "What's wrong?"

Carleen smiled and looked up at him, "Am I that easy to read?" she asked him.

"I've known you for almost ten years, Carleen," George said knowingly as he brushed her bangs from her eyes. "You're like my favorite book, if I had one." They shared a smile. "What's wrong?"

"I can barely handle taking care of me. Fred used to make sure that I didn't work myself to death or read without eating dinner. He made sure that I got my eight hours of sleep, because he knew that I would be unpleasant without them. Fred's been taking care of me since we were like twelve."

George rolled his eyes. "You took care of him too. You made sure that he did his homework. You made sure that he was taken care of when he got hurt at matches. You never gave us detention for the Snackbox. You took care of him first. He just repaid the favor."

"Anyway, how am I supposed to take care of kids if I can't take care of myself."

George knelt down to her level. "Carleen Weasley you are not alone. I'm here with you, Mum will help. Ginny loves kids. We're all here for you. We know that you are having a hard time with losing Fred. We all are, and we all mourn differently. Except you and me, we mourn pretty much the same." George smiled at her and held up two ties.

"Blue," she said after looking at the them. "Red makes you hair look redder and blue makes your eyes look bluer," she told him. "Anyway, I don't think I can do it."

"How about you get dressed and apparate over to Ginny's and tell her to take you Diagon Alley; go to the bookstore and just look at baby names," George suggested. Carleen rolled her eyes. "Maybe it'll change you mood about the twins." He held his tie out to her. "Carly."

She stood and tied the tie around his neck and sighed. "You look nice," she muttered as she adjusted the tie.

"Thanks," George said.

"You and Ron going to open the shop?" Carleen asked as she ran her fingers along the tie.

"Yeah," George said quietly. "I hope Fred's okay with it."

Carleen hit his shoulder. "He wants us to live full lives. So I'm sure that he's glad that you're opening the shop."

George's face brightened. "Really?" he asked, and Carleen nodded. "Well alright." He turned and left the room. However, he appeared moments later with a Muggle telephone in his hand. "They have a phone," he handed her a scrap of paper, "here's the number. Ginny will Floo over whenever. She wants to see you anyway. Call her." George swooped down and kissed her cheek in his usual brotherly manner. "Call her."

She heard him disapparate from the flat and she started at the phone. After a few moments, she pick it up and dialed the number on the piece of paper he'd handed her.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ri-

"Hello?" Harry's voice answered. Carleen couldn't find the words to answer. "Hello?" he tried again.

"Hi, Harry," she said her voice was hoarse. "It's-"

"Carleen," Harry finished. "Here's Ginny."

Before she could thank him, Ginny had the phone. "Hey, sis."

"Hey," Carleen replied. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing. I'm watching Harry read," she replied. Harry shouted something in the background. "It's all sorts of fun."

"Do you want to help me pick out baby names?" Carleen asked. "And Fred used to loved to watch me read."

"Because Fred was dropped on his head one to many times," Ginny stated. "And did you say names, as in plural?"

"I did. I've got the Weasley curse of twins," Carleen stated.

"YES!" Ginny cried. "Harry, I won't have twins because Carly's got them." Harry shouted something that sounded like congratulations before Ginny started talking again. "I can be over in ten minutes. I just have to change out of my pajamas."

"See you then," Carleen said before she hung up.

III.

Never had she been in this much pain. Never. No one should ever be in this much pain. No one. Her eyes hurt from squeezing them close. Her hands hurt from grabbing on to the bars and George's hand. Her back hurt from the constant arching she had to do. Her side hurt, just because. And her head hurt because the rest of her body was hurting.

"Carly," George whimpered. Her brown eyes flicked over to his blue ones. "Let go."

"Sorry," she grunted as another wave of pain washed over her. She hadn't realized that she was squeezing his hand.

"It's fine, love," he muttered as he flexed his fingers.

"Are you the father?" a healer asked as she walked into the room. "Oh, Carleen," the woman said. Carleen recognized the woman's voice as one of her work buddies: Mackenzie. "Sorry, I didn't look at the chart. You're George, her brother-in-law."

"Yeah," he said as he continued to flex his hand.

"Ready to push, Carleen?" Mackenzie asked. Carleen nodded. "Well let's have you some twins, eh?"

What seemed like an eternity and a year later, Carleen had one of her two twins. The boy was the oldest. He weighed in at six pounds and six ounces, and was very healthy, as well as very loud. A healer can to Carleen's side and pressed gently on it, just to keep the other twin from turning, seeing as Mackenzie had said something about one of the twins possibly turning. Then another eternity and a year later, Carleen had her youngest twin; a girl. She too was healthy, although not as loud as her older brother. She weighed in at five pounds ten, ounces.

George looked down at her with a smile on his lips, and kissed the red-faced Carleen's forehead. She was tempted to swat him, but just didn't have the energy to do it. She'd do it later.

"Got names for them, Carleen?" Mackenzie asked as she stood beside the twins.

"Uh, Fredrick Gideon Weasley the Second," Carleen said. That was the obvious one. That was the one that George knew she was going to use. However, he wasn't aware of the girls name. "And Georgina Lorelei Weasley."

"Perfect, Carls," Mackenzie said as she wrote the names down.

George stood looking down at her in shock. Carleen's eyebrow arched, and she tilted her head to the side. "What?"

"You named her after me?" he asked quietly.

"Well, yeah," Carleen said. Her face was red from the stress of labor, but it still turned red as she spoke. "You've been there for me through everything. You deserve to be honored as much as Fred does."

"Thank you, Carly."

IV.

"They have the Weasley hair," Ginny commented as she cradled a sleep Fred in her arms. Hermione was holding Georgina. The boys were leaning over their respective significant other's shoulder looking at the infants. "And eyes."

"Fred looks just like his dad," Carleen stated from her bed. "Gina has my nose and Fred's big ears."

"Hey!" George shouted. "We don't have big ears." Carleen shrugged and dismissed the subject. "I thought we were calling her Georgie."

"No, I can't be the mother of Fred and George," Carleen scoffed. "Hogwarts would hate me if I did that."

The occupants of the room laughed. However, it was silenced by a sudden gust of air. No window was open nor a door. The vent behind Carleen's bed was closed.

"Fred approves," Carleen said softly so that only George could hear him. "The wind is him. It's always him."

George scoffed offended that she thought that he hadn't figured that out by now. "So no Fred and Georgie?"

"No Fred and Georgie."