AN: This story will be told in drabbles. One update a day of 300 words, with the occasional longer installment. I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or plot line from Harry Potteror Inuyasha.

George

George Weasley woke with a start.

His heart was still racing from the too familiar nightmare that had just disrupted his sleep. Six months have passed since the Battle of Hogwarts, but there wasn't a night that went by where he didn't relive the death of his twin brother. Almost every night it was the exact same thing, but it never got less painful. Every time his eyes closed he could see the scene over and over again. The same explosion… the same broken body… and the same feeling of helplessness.

There was no amount of magic that could bring back the dead. No matter how much he wished for his brother to be alive, there was no possible way to make it happen. Even begging for a time turner didn't work. The Ministry of Magic has banned their use in fear of someone managing to save Voldemort and succeeding in bringing the Dark Lord back to power.

The whole Weasley family had been rocked by the death of Fred. But the rest of the clan had seemingly managed to move on from the twin's passing. Both Ron and Ginny were engaged, preparing to get married in a couple of months. Molly was fussing over the finer details of it all, wanting to make sure each wedding was absolutely perfect, undoubtedly embracing the distraction. Arthur was so busy with the changes at the Ministry, he was practically there night and day helping to get everything straightened out. Bill was fawning over his wife Fleur, who was trying to start a family of their own. Of course Charlie had immediately traveled back to Romania to continue tending to his dragons and other magical creatures.

Then there was George, who couldn't even manage to get a decent night's rest after six months.