Okay. So it took me months to update. I'm sorry.I'm still not happy with how I portrayed George because I think he came across as borderline Gary Stu and overly emotional, but I couldn't seem to get it right. But then I thought *Dramatic music* I'm gonna finish what I started.

People were celebrating. Celebrating! George was amazed- how could they just walk away from the dead? Even a lot of his family looked relieved, something that hurt George. Fred was gone and they were just carrying on like normal. It made George feel dizzy. George walked and walked, trying not to think and then ending up thinking all too much. It was so unfair.

It was like they had all just forgotten about everyone they had lost. George heard a wheezing noise from far away, and turned away from it. Peeves was probably planning some kind of celebration prank. George began to walk along another corridor when another set of footsteps joined his.

"It's a human superpower, forgetting. If you remembered how things felt you'd have stopped having these wars." The Doctor spoke, as he strode up to George. George saw the Doctors box in the corner of- where was he? It didn't really matter, nothing did. "Doctor." George greeted the Time Lord impassively. The Doctor said nothing in reply. George knew he had to ask, but it didn't make it any easier. "Why did he have to die?" George asked, more quietly than he would have normally done. "All living species die eventually." The Doctor said.

It wasn't a particularly reassuring answer.

"You said you could save him. You saved him once, Doctor. Why couldn't you save him again? Save Fred?" George's voice cracked on his brother's name. George felt like he should be angry with the Doctor, but he just felt tired. The anger George had felt earlier had gone. "George Weasley. I am not a hero. I can't save everyone. This isn't a fairy-tale. Sometimes the wrong people survive." The Doctor said sternly but methodically, as though he was reading a list of bullet points, and he spoke with an air of finality. This made George snap- it wasn't like it was something that he should be able to get over right away- it was Fred, his twin, his best friend! "It's not fair! It's not bloody fair! Why did it have to be Fred? Of all the bloody people in the battle, why him?!" George barely realized he had begun to shout, a sudden anger exploding out of him.

The Doctor had become a lot more detached in this regeneration than others. It was something he himself had noticed, and he had no desire to change it. Yet, in spite of this, he found himself gripping George's shoulders tightly. "George. Look at me." Slowly, Georges rage subsided and he looked at the Doctor. "I'm an alien, George. A Time Lord. I travel the universe, I fight the fights people don't want to fight. I've seen wars that you can't imagine. I've been the last man standing in a field of destruction. For hundreds of years I thought I'd thought I'd lost my own planet… killed my own people- and there were two point four seven billion children on Gallifrey that day." The Doctor spoke quietly, and George was aware, despite his own burning grief, how the situation had taken on a style of confession. "I've lost friends, some in ways that are worse than death. I'm a very old man and I've seen too much horror. Over and over again. And I'm sorry I couldn't save your brother." George started crying again, feeling weak with grief and loneliness and just how much he missed Fred. "But it wasn't my fault he died, George, and it wasn't yours either. All the grief I've seen has taught me one thing, and it's a very important thing- you can't blame yourself for the cruelty of others." The Doctor finished somberly.

"I'm not a killer. I try to save who I can." The Doctor spoke suddenly. I know you're not a killer. George thought, but he couldn't speak, he was chocked up.

George dried his tears with the cuff of his robes. He hiccuped. And felt his lips twitch into a smile, as he remembered something strange the Doctor had once asked him and his brother.

"Doctor?" "Yes, pudding brain?" The Doctor grumbled, back to his usual self.

"Would you care for a jelly baby?"