Yo… Rae here. Decided to update again quickly. Not much to say at the moment, so… Chapter 2!

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It had been three months since the Battle of Hogwarts… three months since Fred had died. Three months since George had lost the other half of himself.

Two months, twenty-one days since the funeral. A quiet, solemn affair behind the Burrow, where Fred now lay, buried beneath the oak he and George had always loved to climb. The whole event had passed in a haze of tears. And George hadn't moved, his face as hard as the granite headstone that bore his twin's name.

Other things had happened. Tonks and Lupin were buried side by side, their infant son howling through the whole ceremony. Kingsley Shacklebolt was made Minister of Magic for good, and was working to create a Ministry of fairness and equality. Minerva McGonagall was now Headmistress of Hogwarts. The damage to the school was being repaired, and a memorial stone was erected in the front lawn, inscribed with the names of all those who had fallen to protect the wizarding world.

But George didn't care.

In the three months that had passed, George had worked endlessly, reading, searching, looking for anything that could bring Fred back. Countless trips to the Hogwarts library. Days on end spent awake, flipping pages, until his body finally collapsed in exhaustion, head resting on his desk. Walking to the nearby village (he didn't have the strength to Apparate anymore), to the small library, sitting at a computer until closing, returning at dawn the next day.

His family was worried, but didn't interfere. They figured that George would just have to realize when it was time to stop searching, as nothing they said to him seemed to matter.

So George searched, everything, anything, something that could help him.

Nothing. For three months, no matter how hard George looked, not a glimmer of hope. Thousands of myths, fables, stories, legends, spells, but nothing even remotely close to a solution.

Then George saw the eye.

It was just a reference in an old Egyptology text, a summary of the Eye of Horus, and a vague, fleeting reference to something called the Millennium Items, items with the power to control fate. And with that reference, a drawing of an eye, an eye on an upside down pyramid.

George didn't know why he searched for that eye, but he did. And the most common result were news articles. Articles about some card game champion in Japan, an odd looking kid, but with the strangest necklace, an inverted pyramid…

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Molly Weasley sighed, and poured herself a cup of tea. This depression wasn't healthy for her. True, there were many things she had to be grateful for. Her surviving family was thriving, and she was now grandmother to a beautiful baby girl, Victoire Weasley, daughter of her oldest son Bill and his wife Fleur. Her husband Arthur was back at work, assisting Kingsley Shacklebolt in reorganizing the Ministry. Charlie was back in Romania, back with his dragons. Percy was engaged to his sweetheart, Penelope Clearwater. Ron was happily with Hermione, although the two still argued constantly. And Ginny and Harry had been reconciled, spending the summer comfortably together before Ginny's last year at Hogwarts.

But Fred was dead. And George was dying.

Oh, he'd never admit it. But her son, her remaining twin, was slowly wasting away, dying of grief, clinging to an idea that could never, never work.

Not that she didn't want it to work. She would have given anything to hear her sons finish each others sentences again. But Molly Weasley was a realist. And impossible is impossible.

But George thought otherwise, which was why he didn't sleep, didn't eat, disappeared for hours without a word to anyone, stared with blank eyes at any who would try and console him. And Molly couldn't bring it upon herself to try and stop him, foolish though she knew it was, even though she was watching her own son waste away before her eyes…

The door flew open. Molly jumped, spilling tea down her front. There, in the doorway, stood George, eyes no longer blank, but burning with a fire Molly had never seen there before.

"George…? George, honey, what's wrong?" Molly trembled, fear that something else had hit her family making her blood freeze.

George blinked and stared at his mother, unmoving, hand bone white around the piece of paper clenched in his fist.

"George?"

"Mum… I'm going to Japan."

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Yeah… sorry it's short, but this was the one part that I really didn't want to write. It'll pick up the pace soon. 3

R&R, desu.