Disclaimer- I do not own the characters, they are the property of JK Rowling.

"Come inside George, you'll get really cold..." shouted Angelina into the garden. She could hardly see because it was raining so hard, but she could just make out George Weasley sitting on the bench. He did not show any sign that he had heard her, so she ran out to him and sat down beside him. A few months ago George had lost his twin brother in the Battle, and it had destroyed him. He was staying at Angelina's for a break.

She took his hand and gently pulled him up. He allowed himself to be led back into the house, where it was warm and comfortable. He followed her upstairs to her room. His sleeping bag and his belongings were spread across the floor, so they had to tread carefully to get to her bed. They both sat down.

"Look, George, I know that it's really difficult for you. I know you miss him so much, and you feel like you'll never be happy without him. But you have to try. He wouldn't have wanted you to spend the rest of your life moping around. Think about it the other way round, you would want him to miss you, but so much that it ruined his whole life? He cared about you too much to want to do that to you."

"Yeah, I suppose," George said miserably. He knew inside that she was right, of course, but he didn't have the energy in him to do what she said right now. He was finding it very hard. It had always been Fred and George, doing everything together; they fitted together like a jigsaw. They never did anything apart, never Fred without George, or George without Fred. Half of him was gone, never to come back. He knew it would take him and everyone else a long time to get used to it just being George. He felt guilty; why should it have been Fred? They were identical; it could just as easily have been George in the wrong place at the wrong time. But it wasn't. And he had to get used to it.