Written for Stalker of Stories's Inspiration Challenge. The quote i used was: 'Through humor, you can soften some of the worst blows that life delivers. And once you find laughter, no matter how painful your situation might be, you can survive it,' - Bill Cosby
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A lone man walked down the street, pushing through the newly fallen snow. Although Diagon Alley had been restored months and months ago there was still one shop broken in more ways then one.
George Weasley barely took in the world around him, his mind deep in thought. All morning George had been in a split frame of mind about what he was about to do, but he was sick of the way people pitied him. Why should he be pitied, Fred was the one who was gone. Sick of the way people stopped talking when he walked into the room. Sick and tired of living with his family and yet knowing the family member he wanted would never walk through the front door again.
George had awoken to snow falling heavily out side his window, dampening the soft sounds of morning.
Down stairs had been shambles to his mind, but when his mother had once again called him Fred he knew what he had to do. George watched, as his mother grew silent as she realised he mistake, but this time his eyes did not fill with tears. Instead he grabbed his coat and walked out the front door with out a backwards glance.
George had caught a train to London, before walking to the Leaky Cauldron. He walked through the snow until he came across the one shop in Diagon Alley, which had not been reopened.
George stood and looked for a moment at the faded paint and then took out his keys before putting them in the lock. It seemed hours before George turned the key and walked through the door.
Around the room boxes and pieces of wood were scattered. Death Eaters had not only destroyed the merchandise, the whole shop was in pieces.
George quickly got to work cleaning.
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The first ding of the bell had almost caused George to pass out.
The door flew open to admit wind and snow, closely followed by a small boy and his friends. George could hardly look as the young students looked around the shop, laughing and joking.
He felt like he couldn't breath when the small boy bought a large bag full of jokes and gags.
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The sun was shining again when laughter finally burst from the back of George's throat. It was almost like things were right again.
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