N/A: First of all, I would like to say that I'm from Brazil, that explains my bad english. I wanted to publish this story in three languages , so I want to apologize for errors. I have reviewed and all, but not sure if it's all right. And I want to know if anyone is interested to be beta of my fanfic .
I hope you like!
George Weasley looked around. His whole family was gathered in the grounds of the Burrow for another Sunday lunch. This time, the meeting would celebrate the team's victory Quidditch his sister Ginny. Harpies of Holydead had won the national championship with an excellent campaign. The youngest of the Weasley would bring some of his teammates for lunch.
George was apathetic. Smile once in a while, but his face remained serious, sad, as if rather be anywhere else that was not that. And in fact, he preferred. Gather up inside your flat upon his shop was a tempting option, but wouldn't. Ginny had insisted for he attended. Since she had joined the team, nearly two years ago, he never even watched a game his sister. "At least, celebrate our victory, George." Out of what she said in the letter that you sent that morning. Was not concerned disappoint his sister.
It had been three since the Battle of Hogwarts. The beginning was the hardest time for the entire Weasley family. Dealing with the pain of losing a loved one was not easy. All were defeated, destroyed, there was no trace of joy at the end of the war, as they could feel was relief. Living their grief alone was all they could ask for. But time passes, and the wounds despite the marks heal.
The family slowly rising out, was working occupying the mind. Some moments were more difficult, but others were a bit better. Arthur and Molly clung to the fact that they had six other children to care for. Know they need them.
The Weasleys siblings, with a lot of willpower, could touch their lives. Bill and Fleur had had a daughter, Victoire, who was born exactly two years after the Battle. The eldest Weasley got a job even better in Gringotts, which allowed him to expand Shell Cottage.
Charlie returned to Romania, and was promoted to general supervisor, a position that was not much contact with the dragons, so it refused to promote. Sometimes appeared at the Burrow, and, from time to time, carried a different girlfriend. No relationship was really serious and lasting. Everyone knew that his true passion was those huge creatures that breathed fire from their mouth.
Percy was much improved. The marks of the war did he open his eyes. He remained being pompous, but now he was much more humility, and the family was closer than ever. Also, witness the death of his brother had left him much more loving and kind to his relatives, mostly with his parents. He continued in the Ministry, working hard alongside Kingsley Shacklebolt. There, he met Audrey, one of the new employees recruited by the Ministry. The two were engaged to marry next September.
Ron now did work with Harry in the Auror Department. For a time, shortly after the war, he worked at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Finally he assumed his feelings for Hermione, and the two were together since the end of the Battle.
Ginny, meanwhile, soon after graduating from Hogwarts, had a test for the Harpies and passed, becoming in a short time, holder. She and Harry resumed their relationship and not parted since.
Earlier, outside complicated for everyone except for George. It was still difficult for him, too painful. He remained isolated in his apartment, number 93, Diagon Alley. In the first weeks, he refused to leave the flat. He didn't eat, didn't sleep, just kept for hours staring at the wall. He sunk himself into the beverage. He wanted to forget. The numbness, and the hangover, from the next day, it was causing temporary relief for he.
It was like this until realizing the evil that was causing his family, it was quite hard to move on without him behaving that way. Thereafter, he continued immensely unhappy, but he was a small effort to visit family from time to time. He preferred to avoid the stares of pity and compassion, not stand so cautious as people turned to him.
Avoiding all this, now he pretended. Pretend that everything was fine, pretending I was starting over, pretending that the wounds were healing. His play work one time or another. Trying to look more real, returned to work. He had no heart at first, but soon discovered that there, in the middle of the in and out of people and goods, it was easier to survive. Distract the mind, don't think about anything but just the joke and banter. Although the store functioned as a kind of balm, it wasn't more fun, wasn't more laughter. It was just work and obligations.
The truth was that he no wanted to move on, not without Fred's hand. He didn't want to live if his brother also could not. He didn't want to start. It was too terrible. Sometimes, when he get to sleep, dreaming of his twin. He wake up call for him, and only then he remember that he was gone and would never return. These were the worst nights. In those moments, he turned to drink. And he didn't stop until he passed out drunk so much.
"Ginny!" He heard his mother say, removing him from his reverie. The youngest Weasley finally arrived, bringing a huge smile on her face. George sat with his head bowed and while everyone stood to greet the redhead and her guests.
Finally he got up. His sister came to hug him.
"I'm glad you came." Ginny said smiling, and soon after, he turned to the others. George greeted the team's girls until he saw her.
Angelina Johnson. Ex-girlfriend of Fred . Ginny's teammate. An old friend.
Their eyes met for a moment. There was also almost three years they hadn't seen. The last time he saw her off at the funeral of Fred. After that, she returned to Quidditch. George knew she was playing next to Ginny, but he was surprised by her coming. It wasn't the first time that his sister brought her teammates to the Burrow, but Angelina never came.
She was the same and different simultaneously. The hairs were no longer braided, instead they ran loose down her back. The body remained pretty much the same except for a few curves that were not there before. Her brown skin now won a golden hue that reflected the sun. The face her was the same, her expression remained transfixed, but her eyes were different. It hasn't brought that youthful glow. Now, it bespoke an infinite void. George thought his own eyes should be equal to her eyes.
"George." She greeted, reaching out.
"Angelina." He said, holding her hand. They were like two strangers.
They loosed their hands and she, with a last glance in his direction, settled into her place and soon began a fun lunch.
George wasn't interested in how the league had been, or what difficulties the Ministry was facing. He ate in silence. Occasionally, he looked Angelina and he to find that she had looked for him too. Quickly, the two looked away.
After the meal, people were dispersing, forming groups. George watched Charlie away from the Burrow together of Ginny's colleague. You don't waste any time, he thought.
He sat at the table. He looked the dishes in front and saw the perfect opportunity to escape any attempt at conversation gifts. He got up quickly and began to join it.
"No need, dear. I can do this with just a flourish. ", said Molly with kindness, approaching her child.
"I don't doubt your ability domestic, mother. But there is no problem. "
"George ..." lamented the family matriarch. Molly knew it was only an excuse.
"It's alright." He said as he finished collecting the plates and deposited a kiss on the forehead of his mother.
He went into the kitchen and placed the dishes in the sink. He began to wash them until he heard the door open again. He looked up and saw a surprise Angelina stop at the door. "I'm... er, going to the bathroom ..."
George stopped with soap wetting his hands.
"Oh ... okay." He said finally to see that she stood still, as if she waiting for a permit. She went into the room, and he went on washing dishes.
Angelina returned a few seconds later, going through it quickly, she was almost out of the house when turned.
"George".
"Yes?" He said finishing his task and looking at her.
"You have seen someone in our year?" she not needed to finish for he knew she was referring to the school year.
"Not much ..."
"Oh, yes."
An awkward silence hung in the air.
"I'm going.", she announced after a few seconds. "See you around.", she had her hand on the doorknob when he spoke.
"Actually, we were, me and Lee, marking to meet at the Three Broomsticks, next Saturday, at eight. Oliver, Katie and Alicia also come. If you want to come ... "
She turned slowly, and with a faint smile, said.
"Oh, I'd love to.", they were silent for a few seconds. "So I'm going. See you on Saturday."
"See you."
She left, and he, through the window, watched she greet those present and depart shortly thereafter, and then apparate. Once Angelina disappeared, George regretted having her guest. Not that he didn't want her presence, but rather because he didn't want himself be present.
After the battle, Lee was the only friend with whom George has maintained some contact. Their friendship was not the same. Lee didn't seem to know how to deal with guy, yet the constantly invited to meetings with old friends. George lived refusing invitations and this time it wasn't different.
He didn't know exactly why the invited her. Maybe it was the mood of the moment embarrassing, or an unconscious desire to keep in touch with an old friend who had become a stranger. Whatever be the reason, he couldn't go back.
He went into the room, looking for ink, parchment and quill. When he founded all he needed, he sat in a chair and began to write.
"Lee,
The meeting on Saturday is still standing? I changed of idea. Maybe it's good to see friends.
See you on soon.
George
P.S. Angelina will come. "