Next chapter! She said in a sing songy voice. Well, while you lot have been off doing exciting things. I have been here dying of nasal congestion! You'll find my will under my bed! She said dramatically. No I'm not really dying. But I felt that way today. Well as much as I know that you want to hear me rant on how I feel close to death because of my stupid nose, ONWARD TO THE CHAPTER!

Chapter 2: Have to see her.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am a poor hobo, a poor hobo with a computer, hmmmmmmm…

George's POV

I starred at the old photo album I had gotten from my room, when I snuck back there. There was Fred and me laughing when we had opened the shop. I flipped the page, and Alicia was giving me a kiss on the cheek after we had won a quidditch match. On the next page was that one quiddtich picture right after we won the cup. We all had one hand on the trophey. Everyone had a huge smile plastered on our faces. Next page had Fred and my birth day pictures on it. We were both blowing out the candles.

The last picture I had managed to put in was the day Fred and I proposed to the girls. Both of us were down on one knee, and the girls were sitting on the other knee, laughing, and kissing us. I nearly cried looking at this picture.

After ten long years, I am finally looking at these pictures. That was it, I had to see Alicia. I couldn't bear it anymore. Every minute I wasn't seeing her, I was dying, just like I was dying when Fred "left". I regret ever leaving her. She was the best thing that ever happened to me, and I don't know how I thought I would be able to live without her. I got up from my bed, and looked around my room. I saw all the daily prophets spread across the floor. All of them turned to the gossip collum. I had read them over and over. That was it, I know where she works, I know when she works, I was going to go see her tomarrow. I would go there around seven, and hopefully see her, then maybe make a lunch date. I don't care if she hit me upside the head with a sledge hammer, I had to see her again. I set my alarm for six o'clock and went to sleep.

My alarm beeped, waking me up with a start. I got up, and walked into my shower. I sprayed the cool water on myself. I washed my hair, and stepped out. In the mirror, I practiced one of the famous Weasley smiles. Something I hadn't done in a very long time. And, maybe it was because I hadn't done it in such a long time, that it failed miserably. Or maybe it's because just I wasn't the same. I didn't have my brother, I didn't have my girl. I was deffinatley different. I turned away from my reflection, and walked out to my bedroom. I threw on my clothes, and apparated to a little coffee shop in Diagon Alley. I bought myself a black coffee, and walked out onto the street.

I checked my watch. I decided to go look at Weasleys Wizard Weazes, it was on the way to the prophet.

I stood in front of it, Fred and my old store. I remember when it was at its peak of business. It was the most lively shop in all of Diagon Alley. Now, there were boards on the windows, and the sign was tipping over.

I was deep in thought when someone crashed into me. I looked down to apologize, but I was too stunned. It was Alicia. She just starred at me for a couple of seconds, before turning on her heels, and quickly walking in the opposite direction. I had to think quick, but I'll I could think to do was grab her wrist. So I did that. She turned back around, and tried to fight out of my clutch.

"Alicia, I have something to say."

"No George, I have to go." She kept on wrenching.

"At least meet me for lunch." I pleaded. "I'll be at the Three Broomsticks, come if you can." When all I got for and answer was her glaring at me, I let her go. I guess I would just have to see if she came. But for now, I decided I'd take a look in my old shop. I mean, I hadn't sold it, so techniqualy it was still mine. I took out my set of keys, and unlocked the door. It opened with a creak. I stepped onto the dusty floor. There were cobwebs everywhere. All the old merchandise was the exact way that we left it before Fred and I went to the battle.

I stepped into the back room, where we had left an unfinished experiment on the counter, assuming we would be back to finish it. I walked back to the main room. I went over to the cash register and opened it. There was about 100 dollars in there. Well I was running a little low on cash, and it wasn't stealing, it was still my money. But somehow it felt like the money belonged to us, and not me. So I put it back. I walked up the stairs, my shoe left foot prints there was so much dust. I got to the landing, and opened the door to our flat. It was like I had fallen into the past or something. Our breakfast from that day was still on the counter. And the clothes we hadn't put away yet were still in the basket. It seemed that no one had come up here.

I walked into our bedroom. We were so messy. There were clothes, and pranks on the floor. Our beds weren't made. For a second, I felt like nothing had changed. I felt like my mum had just come over, and she made me come in here to clean. And that Fred would walk in and say how crazy she is sometimes. But of course that wasn't going to happen. And suddenly, I burst out crying. I should have come here years ago. The moment he died. I should have gotten this over with. I should be running the store right now, looking forward to having lunch with my wife. But no, I had to run away. I am so stupid. What good did I think would come out of that?

No, I had a right to run away. My twin had just died. I needed to find myself. I'm not good with sympathy. I can't have people telling me over and over that they're sorry for me. I can't handle people treating me different, just because someone in my life is gone. There, that is my reason.

No, that is a stupid reason. I could have talked it out with Alicia. She would have understand. She wouldn't have treated me differently. And Katie, she's had people in her family die, she would know. And well, Angelina misses him a lot, and, of course she would be crying all the time. And I should have been there to help.

But it hurts too much to talk about. And of course everyone would expect me to be all cool about it. And be the happy, laughing George, like I always am. And I just don't think I'd be able to do that. I needed to be iscolated.

Ugh, I'm fighting with myself, that's just weird. I looked down at my watch, it was about time that Alicia be getting her lunch break.

I apparated to the little town that I knew by heart. Not much had changed. It was still just as lively. There was Zonko's joke shop. That's what inspired Fred and I to go into the joke shop business.

I stepped into the pub that I had been in so many times. Rosemerta, the bar tender turned around to greet me. But she just starred at me. So I found this a good time to take a good look at what age did to her. She had aged a little bit yes, but she was still as pretty as ever. She still had brown hair, but only with a few grays. She didn't have any wrinkles, her skin was flawless.

"George? George Weasley?" She asked me in disbelief.

"Hi Rosemerta." I said.

"Is it really you?"

"Who else would it be? Fred?" I made a little joke. She didn't seem to get the humor, she gave me kind of a sad smile.

"Its just that, no one has seen you for ten years. We didn't know what happened to you."

"Oh, yeah. I just needed to, think." Yeah, for ten years, that really made sence.

"Oh, well can I get you table?" She asked. I could see she thought this was an uncomfortable subject.

"Yeah, table for two please. And could you wait to bring the menus out?"

"Sure, of course." She showed me to a table, and went back to greet more customers.

I waited there for a few minutes, before another person walked in. I looked up with hope. But it wasn't her. It was some old man. Who was I thinking she would come? Now I've made a fool of myself, of course she's not going to give me the time of day.

"Hello Alicia. I haven't seen you here in a while." I heard Rosemerta saying. My head shot up so fast, I'm sure that I am almost positive it will be stiff tomarrow. There standing next to Rosemerta, just as beautiful as always, was Alicia.

"Oh, yeah, well I've just been a little busy lately." She replied. I got up, and slowly made my to her.

"Alicia?" I said quietly behind her. She slowly turned around to look at me. Turning right back to Rosemerta she said,

"sorry Rosemerta, I don't think that I'm going to be able to eat here today, I just remembered that I have a lunch date with a source. But I promise I will be back soon." She smiled at Risemerta, and then turned to leave. Rosemerta looked confused, but shrugged and continued cleaning glasses.

I ran after Alicia. "Alicia, wait, I have to say something." But she just kept going, and apparated right in front of me. I sighed. Now she just thought I was a jerk. Well, there was nothing that here that I needed.

Looking around one last time, I decided that I would go back to the joke shop, and have another look around. For old times sake. I apparated to Diagon Alley.

Outside the door to the shop was a little owl, the owl was pacing back and forth, it also had a letter tied to it's leg. I walked over and picked it up. I took off the letter. I walked in with the owl on my finger. I sat down at the desk in the back. Setting the owl down, I opened the letter.

Dear Mr. Weasley,

I am just praying that this gets to you. I wasn't sure where to send it, seeing as no one knows where you are. So I sent one to the Burrow, and one here. Anyway, this Friday, is the ten year reunion for your graduation. We will be having a dinner in the Great Hall. You are welcome to bring any guests that you wish, a date is requested, but not required. Please RSVP as soon as possible, and just send it back by owl. Hope to see you Friday.

Sincerely,

Head Mistress of Hogwarts, school of Witch craft and Wizardry,

Minerva McGonagall

I starred at the letter, she sent one to the Burrow? Mum must have flipped out. What would dad say? Is he mad at me, like he was at Percy? Oh but I'm sure that Percy isn't shunned anymore. I'm sure he's taken my spot, now he's probably calling me the git. He's probably hoping that I come around on Christmas, so that he can chuck mashed potatoes at me. I'm sure no one else in the family feels that way about me. They understand. I mean I didn't get mad at dad or anything.

But now they must favor Percy, he was there when Fred died. He was the one throwing his body over Fred. I should have been there! I should have been there with my twin, when he died. I was way closer to Fred than Percy ever was. But of course at his funeral, Percy probably made it out that he was Fred's best friend, that he was so close to him.

I was so angry. A tear was tumbling down my cheak, as I just starred at the letter. I barley noticed the owl pecking me on my hand. I guess he was waiting for a reply.

I got out a piece of parchment, a quill and ink. I scribbled down my reply.

Dear Professor McGonagall,

I am glad to hear that you became the headmaster. You are much better than that greasy git Snape. My answer to going to the reunion is a definite yes. See you on Friday.

Yours truly,

George Weasley

I rolled up the letter, and tied it to the impatient birds leg. He flew threw the open window, and out to what I assumed was Hogwarts. I decided to dust off some stuff in here. And to start getting rid of the little cobwebs. I was going to get place up and running again.