Hello! So I was in my room and I was reading when suddenly this idea pops in my head! So here it is.

Summary: George decides to take a stroll in a muggle cemetery where he meets a teenage girl. With her help he learns that not all is that of it seems.

Don't own Harry Potter.

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He needed to get away. He needed to get away from it all. He had been at the Burrow but it wasn't the same. Not since the war. Not since Fred…

He sighed deeply as he walked. With his hands in his pockets he strolled down a lone street. He saw the sun setting, just sitting there on the horizon, taunting him; it would disappear for the night yet would always rise the next morning. The same could not be said about life. Though, today the sun seemed to be hiding behind the clouds.

Up ahead of him he saw a rusty gate. Beyond the rusty gate laid tombstones and grass. He saw an old woman crying over the grave of her deceased husband, a young woman sobbing into her partner's shirt over the baby they never got to hold, and a lone girl gliding down the middle. She enticed him. Clutched in her right hand were bleached roses, where the thorns stuck out, cut deeply into her palm. A look of pure anguish on her face as she walked.

George walked up to her. He heard her muttering, talking, and blaming herself.

"Does it ever get better?" she asked as she spotted George behind her.

"That is a great question." He said, it seemed that the jokester within him was gone, "Though I believe a better one is: Can it get better?"

"Interesting thought line." She replied in a monotone. "I do not think it can." They stood in silence for a few minutes before she suddenly asked, "Who did you lose?"

George closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Am I that obvious?" he questioned.

"Maybe. Maybe not. It is hard to tell what is and what isn't these days." She replied while blowing a white strand of hair out of her face.

"What did you say was your name again?" George questioned the girl.

"I didn't. Besides, you're avoiding the question." She fired back at him. After a moment she spoke again, "Lena Baker."

"Quite observant, aren't you?" George retorted but instantly regretted it when a look of guilt overwhelmed the girl's features.

"Not observant enough." She bitterly. "Not good enough. Damnit! Why couldn't I see the signs?" She held onto the roses harder, the thorns sinking deeper.

"No one sees the signs until it is too late." George said. "I would give anything it to be me who would have died instead of my brother but what good would that be? Mum would still be sad and we would still be apart."

"I could have saved him though. He came every year with tears in his eyes. He cried on my shoulder more times than I can count. He fucking told me what was fucking wrong and I didn't pay him a thought in my mind! And now he's gone." George was sure that the thorns would be forever embedded in her hand.

"And what would you do? You didn't turn him away, you did your best." George replied.

"Maybe you should listen to your own advice, Mr. Weasley." She said vaguely as her grip lessoned on the roses. Blood dripped onto the ground as she stood there. Suddenly it wasn't the only thing dripping.

"I never told you my name." George said quietly as he studied the girl.

She started walking ahead. "No. No you didn't." she walked over to a boy, who looked around 14 and put her hand on his back.

"How do you know who I am?" he asked her. There was something in her voice that mad him take a step back.

"I know many things. More than I should. But what you need to know is that Fred wouldn't want you to be upset. He wouldn't want you to cry." She said as she helped the boy stand. He looked up at her with wide grey eyes.

"You're bleeding, Lena." He said quietly to the girl. She nodded at him and led him under a tree.

"How do you know Fred?" George questioned as she walked further away from him.

"Do not judge a book by its cover, George Fabian Weasley." She said, lifting her head for the first time so that she could look him in the eyes. He was surprised to see blood red eyes staring back at him. "All is not as it seems." She threw the roses but into the sky where they formed into doves. Suddenly the sun came out from behind the clouds. Her eyes grew wide and she muttered something to the boy. George swore he heard, "Go, Rowen."

"I must go. I will see you again Mr. Weasley." He heard her say. The only problem was that he didn't see her or the little boy leave. They were just gone.

"What the hell just happened?" George said out loud. He looked down at the grave that the boy was sitting at only to jump back in shock. It couldn't be possible…could it?

Here lies Lena Baker

1881-1898

Beside it laid another grave though.

Suicide is a permanent solution for a temporary problem.

Rowen Baker

1981-1995

The scariest thing of all though was the quiet laughter that echoed through out the now almost empty cemetery. A faint song playing through out the wind. George hurriedly ran from the cemetery but not before hearing the familiar voice of the one he lost.

"Be happy Georgie. Be happy for the both of us."

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How was it? I think it might be a one shot but it could go to multichaptered if I get enough reviews.

O.o Livi Lou o.O