''We'll bring your dinner up here, George. Please, just eat and keep yourself alive.'' Ginny said. The four left the room. George sighed and sat on his bed,burying his head in his hands.

Chapter Two

Harry had brought George's dinner upstairs but the food had remained untouched. He didn't feel like eating right now. It had been that way ever since Fred's death. George decided that he should go for a walk. A walk would do him good and it might help to get his mind off of his twin. He left a note on his bed on where he was in case anyone would come into his room and headed for Diagon Alley. He sat in front of Borgin and Burke's and watched the other witches and wizards go from one shop to another. He knew the pain would only get worse but he would have to learn to cope without Fred in his life. A vendor in a black uniform approached the youngest twin.

''Are you alright, young man?'' The vendor asked. George looked up at him with sorrow in his eyes. He said nothing but instead nodded. The vendor could tell that George had just suffered a loss.

''Is there anything I can do to help?'' George looked at him with shock that he knew why he was upset.

''Not unless you can change the past.'' George mumbled. The vendor sat down next to George.

''Well, no. But I can tell you how to revive your lost one.'' George looked at him like he was crazy.

''You're insane. My brother's dead. Nothing will bring him back.'' George replied. The vendor smiled and pulled out a vial. He handed the vial to the redhead.

''This is a revival potion. This will revive the person of your choice.'' George gave him a look.

''How? If it's a potion then the person has to drink it...right?'' The vendor chuckled.

''Well, not exactly. All you have to do is pour the potion over the headstone or if you prefer, the dirt covering them. The potion will drip through onto the corpse and send blood to the heart, therefore reviving them.'' George examined the small vial.

''How can I trust you?''

The vendor took out a photo of him and Fred. George stared at it. The twin in the photo was wearing a sweater that had the letter 'F' stitched onto it. That meant it was indeed Fred. George stared at the vial.

''Okay, you've proven that you knew my brother. But how can I trust that this potion will work?'' George questioned. The vendor looked at George.

''I knew your brother, George. He was a wonderful person, and I know that he meant a lot to you. Just take the potion to where Fred was buried. I promise it will work.'' He said. George wasn't sure if he could trust this guy. But if it would bring his twin back, he was willing to try anything.

''Okay. I'm trusting you, please don't let it be a mistake.'' The vendor smiled.

''Good luck, George.'' He then walked away, leaving George to his thoughts. He sighed and stood up, the vial in hand. He left Diagon Alley and headed to the cemetary. Slowly, he wandered over to the headstone where his twin's name was engraved, followed by his date of birth and date of death. Below the death date was the sentence 'A wonderful friend and loving brother.' It brought tears to George's eyes. He stood over the grave in silence for a few moments.

''He's not Fred, I am!''

''Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother?'' The memories of his brother flooded his mind. George wiped away the tears with his sleeve and gripped the small glass vial in his hand. He pulled the cork out of the bottle. The liquid substance inside was greyish and mulky. Taking in a deep breath, he poured the potion over Fred's headstone.