Hope you like this one...

I didn't do it on the first one but i figured that you'd already know

that all the familiar characters belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros...

:)

2

The lopsided boy and the darling girl…

Of course things progressed after that first encounter…

Tania was so happy, because she didn't have many friends in London, given that she was from America, people sometimes judged her because of her hometown…

But not George he actually seemed very oblivious to it all, the barriers and frontiers, she liked him a lot, he was funny and nice to talk to, he made a lot of jokes and kept her whole attention, something that he seemed to love.

He came almost every day to the cafeteria; they talked a lot, Tania loved all the stories he told, but sure enough most of them were invented, he seemed to have a wild imagination; stories of goblins, dragons, explosions… most of all; magic…

She noticed that he was really handsome, his blazing red hair peeked from under the beanie he always wore, his smile was so cute and attractive, it was mischievous and badass-like… always more stretched to the left than to the right… a lopsided grin…

His eyes were the same while sometimes they were warm, most of the times they seemed frozen… he had a lopsided mischievous glance…

She was getting more and more attracted to him, but still considered him just a friend, after all she didn't know anything about him… no matter how much she tried, he never spoke of family, or studies, or friends… just magic stories…

"George…" she said one day after listening to one of the stories, this one involved flying broomsticks and fireworks…

"Yeah?" he asked smiling.

"Is not that cold today… why don't you take off your beanie?" she asked looking at the brown knitted beanie.

He seemed ashamed for a second and was blushing…

"Come on! I want to see your hair…" she joked and extended her hand to rip it off, she stopped for a second just to see if he was going to oppose… but he didn't, he was looking into her green eyes…

She ever so slowly took the item off his head and saw his disheveled hair spiking into all directions, it was kind of long, but no long enough to cover for his missing left ear…

She paled and felt ashamed… she shouldn't have done that…

She looked into his eyes and couldn't hold his gaze; she put the beanie in front of him on the table and looked down feeling like an idiot…

"I'm sorry… I shouldn't have…" she said not looking into his eyes…

"It's okay… it's been a while already…" he said… he met Tania a month ago, and it's been 7 months from the entire catastrophe…

"What happened…?" she asked shyly.

"A war… It's okay… it's all in the past…" he said running his hand through the place where his ear should be…

That confused her, but she wouldn't ask…

"Hey! Am I less handsome?" he jokingly asked.

She laughed upon hearing him. She had to be honest… he deserved it…

"Not at all… That just makes you more attractive… a lopsided stare, a lopsided grin… you a handsome lopsided boy…" she said while blushing.

George stared at her trying to find the joke in her tone and the lie in her eyes, but never found it… he smiled widely.

"You are darling…" he said mocking Oliver's nickname.

"Yeah, thank you…" she laughed.

Tania was feeling anxious, while she loved listening to his weird stories she longed to listen more about his family… she made a vow to ask him next time… she wanted to know about his father, his mother and if he had brothers and sisters… she wanted to know about his friends, and what was he majoring in… if he worked… if he had a girlfriend though she kind of knew he didn't…

So the next time he came through the door of the cafeteria she already had a plan in mind… he sat and she followed suit…

"How are you?" he asked smiling upon seeing her.

"George…" she begun… "I'm fine… George I want to ask you some questions… but… I want you to be honest with me…" she said feeling brave.

"Okay…" he said shifting on his chair.

"We've known each other for a month and a half now… and I just realized that I don't know anything about you!" she faked sadness…

"Oh…" was all he could say fearing were this conversation was going…

"Yeah so… I want to know about your family… and stuff…" she said longing for him to be okay with it…

There was a pause, were they both shared a look…

"Sure… but you go first… tell me about your family…" he said clearing his throat uncomfortable.

Silence.

"Oh… hmm… okay…" she said taken aback by the response. "I'm from Central America, that's why my English is not that good…" she laughed nervously, though George didn't seem to notice any of it. "I have a nice family… a small one… my dad, my mom and brother… he's younger than me; his name is Samuel…" she continued.

"Does he look like you?" George asked smiling dreamily.

"Kind of… he's got the same hair color, but dark brown eyes, like my mother's… he's really tall and skinny… so I guess he's not like me…" she giggled.

"That's good, it would be awkward for a boy to have a plump bottom and legs…" he reassuringly said, she blushed and smiled.

"Uh… yeah… well…he's 15 years old, I love him a whole lot and I hope he loves me back too…" she finished.

"What about your mom? Is she a lot like you?" he asked leaning on the table.

"Not at all… She is really short, tan skinned, dark eyes and brown haired… she's skinny and curvy… she has a temper not to be tamed… and loves to read; her name is Maria…" she said picturing her mother in her head.

"Hmm… not at all like you… what about personality…?" he asked frowning slightly.

"Yeah, we are alike… we are both quiet and kind of bitter…" she said.

"And your dad?" he asked.

"Sebastian… He is really tall… and big… I guess I took after him…" she smiled and blushed. "He is a good man, funny and kind…" she finished.

"So… he's blonde and green eyed?" George asked.

"No… Hahaha… he's got black hair and brown eyes… I've got the looks of my grandfather… he was blonde and green eyed…" she answered.

"Wow… genetics…" he mumbled.

"So… your turn now…" she said enthusiastically …

George shifted in his chair again and prepared…

"Uh… well… my mother… uh… her name's Molly…" he said looking at her and founding an amused smiled on her face; she was so interested he was jealous of his mother…

"How is she like?" she asked leaning on the table.

"Warm… and sweet… motherly-like I guess…" he said not knowing what to say. "Uh… she loves to cook and knit, she actually was the one who knitted my beanie and scarf…" he said pointing to both items.

"Lovely! She's good!" she exclaimed and examined more closely the scarf. George smiled warmly.

"So… uh… you already met my dad… though not officially which I'm grateful for, because he can be weird sometimes…" George said rolling his eyes.

"Why?" she asked interested.

"He's just weird, overly interested in everything… he is kind and loyal, a good father and funny sometimes…" George looked out the window, thinking of his father's attempts to make him feel better.

"I bet he is… he seemed really kind…" she said.

"Yeah… so… I have five brothers and a little sister…" he said looking at her to see her reaction, it was immediate.

"Oh God! So many people!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah… the oldest one, Charlie; he's off to Rumania researching dra-… researching…" he corrected himself. "He's been away for a while now… so I kind of not remember, how was he like, but he used to bring a lot of animals home… mom hated him for that…" George laughed.

"Hahaha… I love animals…" she said smiling.

"Yeah… mom is not so excited about them… anyway, Bill is the next one in line… he just married a few months back with a lovely girl; Fleur… he was in Egypt for a while dealing with money…and now he's back… living with his wife…" he said.

"Do you like her? Your sister in law?" she asked.

"Yeah, she's okay… beautiful she is… Bill is a lucky bastard…" George laughed.

"Hahaha" she laughed.

"So… then there is Percy… though he prefers Percival…" he mocked haughtily…

"Percival… amazing name…" she mocked.

"Yeah, he is the social climber of the family; he is all law and rules, never out of place and used to work with politicians… not bad, but he was losing his way in politics… luckily he seemed to step out of the cloud…" George smiled.

"That's nice…" she said.

"After Percy there's me and Fre-… just me…" he laughed awkwardly, and continued immediately. "Ronald is the younger brother… he is really problematic, he acts and then asks… he jumps to absurd conclusions and is really insensitive, but he is great… strong and brave…" George said while looking out of the window.

"Sounds like a lot of fun…" she said.

"Potentially problematic, I'd say…" he snorted. "Then there's Ginny… lovely little Ginny… she's the sweetheart… Mom is infatuated with her…" he rolled his eyes. "Mom longed for a daughter that's why she's the last, if Ginny were to be a boy we would probably be more…" he said shocked.

"Lovely… How is she like…" she asked.

"Mom raised her to be a lady, but Ginny is like a tomboy wearing a dress… she's nice, she has boyfriend… nice guy…" he finished.

"That's cute… but… you're missing one…" she said and George widened his eyes. "You said you have five brothers, so far there are; Charlie, Bill, Percival and Ronald… you're missing one redhead…" she laughed.

"I… I… yeah… did I say five?" he was paling… "I… well… we…" he was babbling… "We… we used to be six… until a few months ago…" he said not looking up from the table.

She widened her eyes upon realization… she understood…

"What happened?" she asked leaning on the table and keeping her apologetic face.

"He died…" George said looking out the window…

"Was he older than you?"

George kept quiet, he was so utterly depressed in so little time, he couldn't believe he was letting her erase his pain for Fred's death; she was almost taking his place in George's life…

George darted a look at her and crumbled when he saw her big green eyes looking sadly at him… just then and there he realized he didn't want her to be sad… and mostly not because of him…

"We were twins…"

The silence stretched like a mesh over them, her brain working as fast as it could just to imagine how the world could be like having another person who looked like George, the same hair and eyes…

So now it all made sense, George's first impression on her was that he was having a bad day… but now it seemed he was having a bad year… he obviously could not overcome his twin brother's death…

It was all so sad… just imagine… if it's hard for someone to overcome a friend's death, it's harder for someone to leave behind their twin brother's death… knowing you have the same face… a painful reminder… but not just that…

Watching a corpse with your same face!

"Why are you crying?" George broke through her train of thought…

Was she crying? Oh God! It was sad!

"I'm sorry… I just… I found it… It's…" she could not finish…

"I told you, it's okay… it's been seven months already… it should be fine by now…" he said smiling kindly…

"I cannot imagine how hard it must've been…" she said not looking in his eyes.

George was battling inside his head; he felt this uncontrollable need to talk to her about Fred, about how they were and how he was now… how he neglected everything they held dear… how he betrayed Fred just by hating all the things he used to love…

"Closing time, darling!" Oliver shouted from the bar.

She looked up and saw him… looking at her so closely that it made her heart skip a beat… she could not be feeling this… not now, not ever…

"Closing time, darling…" he whispered hoarsely, as if holding back something.

She wanted to smile… but couldn't… she stood and walked stiffly to the kitchenette… she helped Oliver to store the goods and supplies, all this while thinking about George's twin…

When they both came out George was nowhere in sight…

He left… she knew… well… she thought sadly; this was the last time she'd see him… it just felt right… he wouldn't come back… she pushed him too far…

"What's wrong, darling?" Oliver asked, and looked around the darkened place. "Where is ginger?" he asked referring to George.

"He left…" she answered and felt a lone tear streak down her face…

Too late she admitted she did like him…

She wouldn't forget that night… she knew she wouldn't see him again, and felt bad with herself, knowing it was her fault, she was in love with him, but was too stubborn to admit it…

A month went by and she was sad… so sad Oliver was on verge of looking for George and kill him, for making her this sad…

It was one night after closing, she went to the grocery store, she needed to buy some goods, she was out food and toothpaste, she was finishing the last semester and close to final tests, in 2 months she'd be out…

She walked out and headed to King Cross' Station… her train would leave in 15 minutes… she was walking distractedly and running her eyes idly through the crowded place she caught a glimpse of red…

She stopped and her breath hitched…

There he was, standing between Platforms 9 and 10… his hands inside his pants' pockets, wearing old jeans and sneakers, a worn out t-shirt and a jacket, no beanie… He spotted her and straightened, lifting a hand and waving it slightly, his warm gaze upon her…

She walked a bit; looking around not trusting her eyes… he did the same and stood before her…

"Hi…" he lamely said.

She looked up to his eyes and held his gaze for a minute or so…

"Hi…" she said…

He seemed uncomfortable…

"Can we talk?" he breathed out.

"Uh…" suddenly she remembered her train. "…my train will leave in 10 minutes…" she said not knowing where he lived and if there'd be a problem for him to be far from here…

"I'll walk you there…" he said not knowing if he could ask her to talk in her flat…

They walked to her platform and sat in a bench, not speaking… the silence was deafening.

"So… uh…" she began. "Sorry about last time…?" she half stated half asked.

"It's okay… I'm sorry I left like that… I was… confused…" he admitted.

She was going to say something again but the blaring of the train's engine made her jump…

"Damn! That's my train…" she sighed.

"I… I…" he was babbling. "I should walk you home…" he finally added…

They shared a look and she smiled.