Chapter 1- Emptyness
George could not cast a patronous. Three months after the battle, the battle where Fred died. His best friend and brother was no longer there. He lost the very thing that made him happy, so the reason of his patronous. George was walking into the Leaky Cauldron after a long day of work. He tried not to think about him but Fred kept crossing his mind. Walking in, he crashed into an Indian looking girl with dark hair.
"I am sorry," he said as he helped her, 'she looks very familiar...'
"George? George Weasly?"
"Do I know you?" He asked, "oh that came out rude... I should have said-"
"It is okay, I am Parvati Patil. I was in Dumbledore's Army andGryffindor with you I was in your brother Ron's year."
"Ah, now I remember you. Your the one who always had your hair pulled back. No wonder I didn't recognize you," George half-heartedly joked, "well could a buy you a Butterbeer?"
"That won't be necessary."
"But I did knock you over its the least I could do. "
"Well if you insist."
They walked and sat together at a table. As they waited for heir drinks George decided to start a conversation.
"So... Um Parvati how have you been?"
"I have had the delight of learning to be a Seer." She said very sarcastically.
"Not liking it then?"
"Not really I think I would enjoy it more if it didn't remind me so much of..." A tear slide down her cheek. 'I miss you so much Lavender.' She thought wiping the tear away.
"I know the feeling," George put a hand on hers, "I think of Fred every day. It was always our dream to own a joke shop together... Without him-"
"It's just not the same." They said in unison. The Butterbeers were placed in front of them. Parvati reached for the silver P around her neck, but it wasn't there.
"My necklace! Where is it!?" She looked around the ground, down on her hands and knees searching for it.
"What necklace?"
"It's a silver P my sister has a matching one." Her eyes stung with tears.
"Let me check outside." She nodded as the tears came. Her sister, 'my dear, dear sister who left when things got hard. If she had joined D.A. like I did...'
"I found it!" Her thoughts were interrupted by George who held a silver chain his hand.
"Thank you," she put back around her neck, why she doesn't know. She no longer wanted to wear that necklace it reminded her of betrayal. They sat back down and enjoyed their drinks and their conversations.
"I think I better get back to the shop. I have a new product to finish testing." George told her nicely, he was suddenly starting to feel uncomfortable. He hasn't felt this comfortable around someone before... Someone who wasn't Fred that is.