Chapter 2-

"Verity, dont you look smashing," he would tell her, his mischievous smirk displayed on his face as always, kissing the back of her hand.

She exhaled deeply as Fred vanished from view, tears were now brimming in her eyes. She wiped them away quickly. She heard the floor boards creak and looked toward the exit, George appeared. "Could you mind the register, please, Verity?"

"Yes, sorry I was just thinking." she walked off toward the exit, leaving George to work on his products.

While working George was certain he was able to hear Fred talking and laughing coming from the shop, he shrugged it off as much as he didnt want too, he thought it best he should.

"George," Verity smiled in uncertainty, ever since Fred had passed away she was unsure of what mood he was in. He always had a look of annoyance plastered on his face. "Its three-thirty."

"Thats alright, you can go," George replied, he noticed a look in her eyes. He waited a moment for her to speak then looked back to his paperwork.

Verity exhaled lightly and walked to stand right beside him. "Um...George, about the memorial service."

"Yes," his eyes snapped back to her face, he noted she looked scared, almost frightened.

"I was wondering if you were going..and that maybe if you were, maybe I could sit with you?" Verity wondered, hopefully, staring into his eyes.

"Im not going and if I were, I wouldnt bring a date," George answered, he concentrated on his work again. Muttering nasty words under his breath, some of them Verity heard, she walked off holding her tears in until she got outside.

'That was a bit rough, mate.' George heard the same voice he heard earlier, unsure of whether he was imagining it or not he paused and listened for any more noises in his now quiet store. He waited what seemed like minutes. He felt a breeze blow across his desk as the door creaked. 'I think you shouldve taken her to be honest, I know I wouldve.'

George shivered and exhaled the frosty air. He made his way to the exit in a hurry, pulling his jacket on and locking the door. He apparated outside of his mothers house and went inside. He knew the atmosphere inside his childhood home wouldnt be the same for a while.

Everyone seemed to be stuck in the rut of small and mindless chit-chat. All the family was there; Bill and Fleur sat talking to Percy and Mr. Weasley, for them to get to know each other. Charlie sat with Ginny and Hermione, while Ron and Harry finished helping Molly setting the table and serving the food.

Mrs. Weasley instantly greeted George at the door, squeezing him gently then looking at his saddened expression. Dark rings had formed around his eyes from lack of sleep, she noticed he was thinner and his hair looked as if it had dulled in colour.

She put a hand across his forehead to feel his temperature. "Im alright, Mum."

'No youre not.' His mother and another distinctive voice said, he took a quick glance around the room.

The extra voice he heard was as clear as day, he wasnt sure if he were imagining it, he only knew that he was the only one that heard it.

"How about some soup and toast, dear? You always liked that when you werent feeling well," Molly suggested.

"No, really, Im fine Mum," George snapped, he sat himself in his usual spot.

The rest of the family joined him at the table, they all began serving each other food. George sat there quietly taking some chicken to begin with, then taking vegetables. He stared at the food, unappealing as it was he knew hed have to try and have some. 'Come on, eat, you know you want too,' the whisper was said in to his left ear. He instantly turned to look at Harry. "What?"

Harry looked back him, seeming confused. "Sorry. I didnt say anything, George." Harry looked across the table at Ginny, she shrugged at her shoulders and picked at her food some more.

'Tell them about what weve working on, anything, just make them laugh, I think they need it.' George glanced around the quiet table again, "Are you sure you cant hear that?"

"Hear what?" Charlie wondered, he listened closely. Only hearing the wind in the trees and some birds chirping in the fromt yard.

"I swear I keep hearing a voice," George said, he looked at his family, his brothers just shrugged, the girls were unsure of what to tell him.

Molly looked at her son worriedly, she knew hed been out of sorts and felt unwanted. She shook her head at Georges question, she reurned Arthurs concerned expression.