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This is the revision from the previous story. It is basically the same plot but, I just need to re-do it as I found lots of errors. Please read and review. Hopefully this is much better than the last one.

Chapter 1:

The battle had finally ended and with it brought both peace and unease. For some it was time to pick up the pieces and to look around and come to terms of what lay ahead. The Weasley's lost their son Fred; Harry Potter lost Tonks and Lupin, the only remaining link to his parents leaving his godson orphaned just like him. And then there's Hermione Granger who in a way lost her parents too. She erased their memories of her, their only daughter, to protect them from Voldemort and his Death Eaters. They all knew with Voldemort gone the Wizarding world will finally live in peace unless there's another one who would follow in his footsteps and become evil just like him especially when some Death Eaters have escaped during the war.

After destroying Voldemort Harry had no idea what would become of him. For so long since he found out he was a wizard Voldemort became in a way a part of him whether he wanted to or not. He was the 'Boy-Who-Lived', the 'Chosen One'. He hoped that in time his life would turn as normal as he could hope for without the pressure of saving the world Wizarding or not.

Ron Weasley. Harry Potter's best mate, side-kicked, right hand man if you wish. If before he craved attention, now he was exhausted with it all. Those bloody media that always followed them everywhere they go and always wanting to know everything of what happened during those times when they were gone. He now understood what Harry felt when they circled him like vultures with no regards to their feelings and privacy. He hated them more so than before.

Like Harry he wanted to be an Auror but, after the grueling journey of hunting Horcruxes he's not sure anymore. For now he just wanted to find out whom really Ron Weasley was, not just Harry Potter's best mate or even Hermione Granger's boyfriend. Maybe he could try out for the Chudley Cannons and become a professional Quidditch player. Whatever it is Ron knew he would do his best to be somebody.

Hermione Granger was a different story. After the war she took the position in the Wizarding Law Enforcement, a position that Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister for Magic offered her. She was shocked and did not want to accept the offer at first but after much thinking she relented and accepted. If she was shocked at her decision her two best friends were more than so. Harry and Ron thought that she of all people would shy away from actions or otherwise. She told them she accepted the position because she wanted to do all in her power to help bring down the remaining Death Eaters that were not captured during the war be put in Azkaban where they belonged.

They were worried about her especially the hours she puts into the job but she told them that she was fine and loved her job and it's what she wanted. Hermione knew her friends were right and that she had a lot on her plate right now, getting over the war mourning the people she loved and to top it all off she also helped re-built Hogwarts. Plus she constantly think about her parents she wanted to find them and bring them back to England and she missed them so. She knew she had to do it soon but, she had to be ready emotionally and physically and right now she was neither. For now she was happy the way things are going.

A few moths after the fall of Voldemort found Harry, Ron and Ginny playing exploding snaps while Hermione ( who looked exhausted after a long hard day at work) sitting beside Ron reading a book. Ginny went upstairs to go to bed after she lost for the third time telling everyone that she was tired. Harry and Ron were discussing what they would do with their lives especially now that Hermione was working. They had to get off their arses and find something as well; they were discussing all the opportunity that were presented to them after the war, when they heard heavy footsteps coming down the steps.

They all looked up when George came downstairs and the three of them were surprised for he hardly does it especially when there are people still downstairs. George stopped in his tracks when he saw the trio in the living room. He scanned the room and his eyes fell on Hermione. He gave her a timid and sad smile then nodded to Harry and Ron and proceeded to go to the kitchen without uttering a word.

Ron followed the retreating back of his older brother and shook his head sadly. He knew he was still mourning Fred, they all are but George misses him the most. After an awkward silence Harry stood up and bid Ron and Hermione goodnight. When Harry was gone Ron put his arm over his girlfriend and kissed her lightly on the mouth. Hermione hugged him back; she knew he too was still mourning the lost of his brother and she wanted to give her full support to the Weasley's, especially George who seemed like he too died when his twin died. Someone has to talk to him; it looked like he does not care much about his health he had lost so much weight and he's also been neglecting the store that he and his twin brother loved.

"Hermione are you okay?" Ron asked, breaking Hermione's thought. She looked at him and she saw the worried look on his face. Hermione touched her boyfriend's face and said, "I'm alright. Why don't you go up to bed, it's late I'll just tidy up here and I'll go to bed soon."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Go on. Goodnight," Hermione said smiling at him. Ron stood and helped her up to her feet. Ron kissed her once more but this time the kiss was deeper than the previous. When he was gone Hermione swished her wand and the mess they left vanished. After she was done she looked towards the kitchen and hesitated not knowing if she would dare to go and talk to George.

George sat at the kitchen table deep in thought a cup of tea that's beginning to get cold sat in front of him. He raked his hand to his already messy hair and sighed deeply. If he has been told that he, George Weasley, the greatest prankster, who loved to make people laughed (well one of the greatest prankster: he told himself) that it was possible to feel this much pain and yet be still alive he would've had laughed in their faces and called them liars. But, then again, that was before Fred died. Now he only felt sadness and loneliness, he felt like his heart was yanked out of his chest. His eyes misted once again and sorrow wrapped his heart that now felt empty.

"George?"

He tensed at the sound of his name and wiped his eyes hastily. He turned and looked at Hermione who was hesitantly standing at the door. Hermione saw the tear stained on his face that he tried to wipe desperately but failed. She walked over to the table when George turned back round and continue staring at his hand in front of him. Hermione took the seat beside him.

The silence grew for about five minutes then Hermione spoke when she can no longer take the silence.

"Do you want to talk?" she asked but then added, "-I mean…if you want to but, I'd understand if you'd rather I'll leave you alone." Her tone was gentle and her eyes sad when she spoke. George shook his head; he pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes briefly before opening them again. He looked at her for the first time in months, really looked at her and was surprised at what he saw.

Merlin! George thought. She grew up to be a beautiful woman, even her bushy brown hair tamed a little and she got curves that most men would die for including him. He sighed and smiled bitterly. Funny, George thought of what a beautiful woman could do to you even when your heart was breaking from heartache. If she wasn't his younger brother's girl he would asked her out. He grinned at the thought, and thought of his twin brother. He would have teased him mercilessly if he was alive, 'Ronnikins' was a lucky git, and not only was she beautiful she was also very smart.

"George! Are you alright?" Hermione asked softly, looking alarmed and concerned. George came out from his reverie when Hermione touched his face ever so softly. He jumped at the contact and Hermione snatched her hand abruptly looking really embarrassed. She didn't know what possessed her to touch him but, if felt right at that moment and he looked like he was thinking of something pleasant.

"I'm…I'm sorry…I didn't mean-" before she could finished of what she was going to say George took her hands and squeezed them.

"It's alright, Hermione. Don't say sorry." They looked into each other's eyes. Hermione's cheeked turned bright pink and snatched her hands; she stood abruptly almost knocking the chair down. She bid him good-night and she half ran out of the kitchen, George watching her retreating back and with another deep sigh he stood up and headed upstairs to his room.

A/N: Please R/R. Thanks!