There was complete silence, so Ginny knocked again.

"George? It's Ginny…can I come in?" She asked softly trying to open the door. It was locked. "George let me in."

"What do you want?" George asked dangerously, cracking open the door.

"To talk."

"Fine." He let her in and sat on his bed. She took a seat on Fred's old bed.

"George, this letter isn't a joke." She said handing it to him. "Harry thinks Moanna is from Beauxbatons. Fred must've met her during the Tri-Wizard Tournament."

"What? Why wouldn't he tell me?" George pouted.

"He just didn't want you to know I suppose. I'm sure he would have told you in time had he not been killed." She said softly.

Her words pained George to hear. Tear formed in his eyes. "But he's dead so that doesn't matter anymore." He said coldly.

Ginny stood up, her anger flaring. "Stop this pity me bullshit." She said sternly. "I lost a big brother, mom and dad lost a son and you lost a twin. WE ALL ARE SUFFERING. So grow the bloody hell up and deal with that fact your anger isn't going to bring him back."

George's expression went blank and he looked down at the floor. "You're right. He's gone. Nothing is going to bring him back." He said softly. "But tell me Gin, how am I am I going to tell Moanna her boyfriend of three years is dead?"

"Write her a letter. Invite her here. But don't sign it so technically we wouldn't be lying about the letter being from Fred." She said simply.

"Touché. You really are a Weasley." George chuckled, for the first time in weeks. "What do I write?"

"How about…Dear Moanna, Please come to the Burrow anytime you want. See you soon." Ginny said after a moment of thinking.

"Good enough." George scribbled out a short letter and grabbed his owl out of it's cage. "Bring this to Moanna as fast as you can. Here's the address." He showed the owl the parchment that Moanna's letter came on. It hooted affectionately as George tied the letter to it's leg. "Now hurry." It hooted softly before taking off out the window.

Ginny smiled. "Don't worry George. Everything will work out fine." She said hugging him before walking out of the room.

George sighed and sat on his twins bed. He looked at one of the many pictures of him and Fred on the bureau. Both of them were waving and laughing at their joke shop. All those good times seemed to have happened so long ago. George didn't think he'd ever be happy again. Without Fred, he was nothing.

A soft knock came at his door. George said nothing, but the door opened slowly and the face of his older brother Bill appeared. Bill stepped in and closed the door.

"Hey George." He said walking over and sitting next to George on the bed.

"Bill." George said curtly.

"How are you feeling?" Bill asked smiling slightly.

George shrugged. "Well how would you feeling if you found that that your twin was leading a secret life?"

"Secret life? How secret are we talking?" Bill asked, interested.

"He had a secret girl friend for three years and never said anything to me! We were best friends and brothers…why didn't he tell me?!" George said irritably.

"Maybe he didn't want you to know." Bill said simply. "I'm sure he would have told you eventually."

"That's what Ginny said." George sighed. "The girl is probably going to come and visit and I'm going to have to break it to her that the love of her life is dead."

Bill frowned. "That's not going to be easy. Seriously, don't stretch it out. Break it to her softly, be compassionate. Take it from a guy who knows women."

"Thanks. I'll do my best." George mumbled. Bill pat him on the back.

"Come down and say hello to Fleur. She's always in a happy mood…maybe she'll cheer you up." Bill said getting up and leaving the room.