I own NOTHING! Nothing I say. Ya know JK Rowling does.

As George Weasley sat in his shop, he realized that it was not his dream to run a joke shop. Well actually it was two years ago. That was all he could see himself doing with his brother Fred. But times have changed, Dumbledore's dead for one thing and George's new passion was music. "Yes." George said as he got up out of his chair "I am going to be a rock star, bigger than the Weird Sisters I am going to be!" he exclaimed

"What!?" someone shouted from the back of the shop. Fred came into the shop front. "What the flammin' hell are you on?" Fred asked

"Nothing but the tasty goodness of chocolate, my dear brother." George replied

"Then what is all of this nonsense about you being bigger then the Weird Sidters?"

"I'm going to become a rock star."

"But what about Weasley Wizarding Wheezes? The business we built with our own four hands and some help with Lee's mighty fine two hands." Fred cried

"Oh gosh Fred, that's yesterday's news. I'm onto bigger and better things; SUPERSTARDOM. Yes that's right brother, I'm going to be the most famous wizard in the world." George finished.

Fred looked like someone had just ripped out all of his insides, messed them all up, and then put them back in again with out fixing it. "How can you do this to me George? You're my brother, my best friend, my heart, my soul, the life inside of me, my guidance and my conscience. You're killing me George, KILLING ME! Do you understand how much you are hurting me right now?" Fred screamed. George just stood there bewildered.

"Sorry Fred, I thought there was one thing that I forgot." Fred looked up hopefully. "I forgot to pack my bags." So George went up stairs to grab his things as Fred was on his knees screaming mournfully.

George trundled down the stairs and stopped at Fred, put his bags down and lifted Fred's head up so he could see it properly. Fred's eyes were red raw and his face was glistened by the tears of which he cried. "I'm sorry Freddie boy Fred cried louder but I've got to do this for me. I know this is hard now, but I know that you will one day realize that this is going to be for the best. Fred I think of you as the other half of me, but there has been something missing for quite a while now. I think me becoming a singer is what we all need. And who knows, I might be able to get more ideas for the shop. Freddie boy, we can't all stay in one place can we now, can we." George finished and picked up his bags, then turned to leave the shop.

"But why singing George, I thought you hated the sound of music." Fred cried

"So did I Fred, so did I." George walked out of the shop and into Diagon Alley. There he was approached by a woman in bright green robes with long, blue painted nails.

"I heard a little commotion going on in your shop Mr. Weasley." Said the blonde woman

"Were we that loud?" George asked

"Well yes you were." She replied with her eyes to the ground "But through that…" she picked up again "I heard that a certain someone wants to be the next singing sensation."

"Well lady you would be right, the next big thing on the radio. George Weasley."

"Do you have a manger at the moment Mr. Weasley?"

"Why, no I do not."

"Rita Skeeter, Music Manager and soon to be yours." Rita said as she shook George's hand.

"Hey, I thought you were that dreadful reporter, who kept making up stuff about people."

"Gosh, honey that was yesterdays news, right now I'm focusing all of my time and energy into making you the best thing since sliced bread, how do you think you will go killing You-Know-Who?" Rita asked quickly

"I thought that was Harry's job." George said a little unsure swept him up to some unknown place to make him a singing sensation.

Fred was still on the floor of the shop. He could believe that George was gone. What was Fred without George? Nothing, absolutely nothing. Bill came into the shop. "What's up Freddie?" he asked

"George left me!!" Fred replied as grabbed Bill and cried onto his shoulder.

"What! No way, George wouldn't leave… Why did he leave? Did Percy come?"

"No, no, no. He wants to be…A SINGER." Fred sobbed

"Get out." Bill laughed, and then he saw the expression on his brother's face. "He is going to try to become a singer. That's terrible, have you heard him sing, it's like mermaids out of water. Hey is he going to be at the wedding, 'cause if he's not I'm going to kill him!"

"I DON'T KNOW AND I DON'T CARE!" Fred shouted as he ran up the stairs leaving Bill on his own, just a little bit shocked.

"I better go tell mum." Bill mutter to himself.