A/N: Welcome to my new story! All chapters are based on a Beatle's song, whether it's the mood, the meaning of the lyrics, or even the context being directly related. If you have any song suggestions please leave them in the review section. The first and last chapter of the story are set after the final battle at Hogwarts. The other chapters are a flashback to the beginning of Mavis and George's happenchance, starting in book 5. Let me know what you think!
I own nothing but Mavis.
Prologue;
A Girl
George looked down upon his empty battered hands as he sat, slumped on the half broken bed in the Hospital Wing. Witches, wizards, students, it didn't really matter to him as the bodies shuffled past, slipping between rubble and tiptoeing around cots that held the treasured deceased. He continued to stare blankly at his dirty hands, not a voice able to jar him from his state of shock and grief. Such solitude was so foreign to him, that he was unable to even conjure the thought of an action except for sitting and staring. This carried on for quite some time, until the sun began to start its decent. His family had tried to console him a few times. First his youngest brother, Ronald, then Bill and Ginny with a cup of steaming tea; which lay beside him, untouched and cold; and finally, his mother but they were merely talking to wall.
Mavis would be here soon. The ginger acknowledged the thought and held onto it, letting it warm his stony exterior. His eyes shifted to the left, dried and achy and sought out his love, willing her to be with him. She had always known exactly what to say when other members in earlier years had died; he would kill to hear her soothing tones in regards to Fred at the moment. But the last time he had seen the brunette was during the battle, running from an Acromantula. It was just a flurry of her hair and the quick scuttle of the giant spider, but he knew it was his beloved. He needed to look for her.
His mother came bustling over to him at the first signs of movement.
"George! George!" She cried as she pushed his matted and singed locks away from his face. "Oh what is it dearie?"
"Where's Mavis?" He croaked. His mother cringed slightly at the haunted look her son gave her.
"Well she-well we don't really know."
"She's missing?" The despair was so clear in his voice that Molly pushed him gently back on the bed, in fear that he would collapse.
Their family had just lost a son. A very beloved son, whose brother, would be a constant reminder of himself that there was another. And now with the loss of his other supporter, he was riddled into desolation. He allowed the thick, wet tears to stream down his face as he sobbed, at first quietly, but with growing intensity. George felt his mother wrap her thick arms around his shaking frame and clutched on to her worn dress, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
He had lost the two most important people in his life in only one night.
"She loved us." He sobbed. "All of us. So did Freddy."
"I know how hard you fought for them." His mother whispered, suppressing a few tears of her own.
What if she died alone? George couldn't imagine how scared she must have been, facing whatever demon beast or ruthless murderer that was responsible for her slaying.
"She could have made it, you know." Ronald added quietly, as he sat down next to his grief stricken brother. "I saw her take down some of those nasty spiders. Bloody brilliant."
George glanced down at his palms again; the ghostly feeling of her hand in his sent an ache to his heart. Mavis had been his one and only love. The exact moment that he had first caught sight of her, the exact moment that he had fallen hopelessly in love, was only yesterday it seemed. Never once had he regretted a single minute, except the instant he let her hand slip from his in the beginning moments of the battle.