A/n: I'm back! :) I hope you enjoy this chapter

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Harry took a deep breathe and squared his shoulders for the battle he was about to face. He took another breathe, raised his hand, prepared himself, and-

"What you doing, mate?" And almost jumped out of his skin when Ron suddenly spoken up behind him.

"Don't- do that, Ron!" Harry said, trying to calm his racing heart.

"Sorry," Ron replied with a shrug of his shoulders, " So, why are you looking at th- George's door like it's going to attack you?" They both pretended not to notice his almost slip.

"I ran into Katie Bell the other day. She asked me to convince George to come out sometime with all his old friends." Harry replied grimly.

"Good luck with that, Harry." Ron said, taking off up the stairs to his room.

"Thanks for all the help, Ron." Harry muttered sarcastically before staring at the door to George's room again.

"Harry? Alright there?" Harry sighed before turning to face Percy.

"Can't go two minutes without running into a Weasley, can't I?" Harry mumbled under his breathe.

"Well, there is quite a few of us." Percy replied.

"Uh, sorry. Didn't mean for you to hear that. " Harry said.

"It's fine. Why were you staring at George's door?" Percy asked, gesturing with his hand at the door.

"Katie Bell, she was on the Griffindor Quidditch team with me and George, wants me to convince George to go out drinking or something her and some of his other friends, sometime soon. They haven't seen him in a long time and they're worried." Harry replied, as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"Are you sure that's a good idea? He doesn't like being around people very right now and being there might remind him-"

"I know, but he can't hide from the world forever. And they're his friends, and they're worried about him." Harry interrupted. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. " I know he's hurt and grieving, but if nothing ever comes after that, they all died for nothing."

"I know that, Harry. But everyone grieves in their own way." Percy replied, pushing his glasses up to rub his eyes.

"And sometimes people need a push. I know now that I did sometimes, and maybe George does too. It's been five months, Percy. There needs to be a life after the war, or everything we went through was for nothing."

"Maybe George just needs space. Fred and George were so close, Harry, half the time I didn't even bother to think of them as separate people. He needs time to grieve."

"He can grieve with other people, Percy! He can let his friends know how he's doing instead of letting them worry for who knows how long!"

"I can hear you two. The walls aren't soundproof." A hoarse voice said behind Harry. George was standing in the doorway, wearing a stained shirt and pajama pants. He scratched his chin, which was covered in several days' worth of stubble, and glared at them.

"George! I'm- uh-" Percy stuttered.

"It's fine. I've caught Mum and Dad doing it a few times too. Katie asked you about me?" George said, directing his question to Harry.

"Uh, yeah, she said that she, Lee, Angelina, Alicia, and Wood have all been worried about you. And that they would like to get together for a drink some time with you." Harry replied, his eyes darting anywhere but George.

"I don't think I'm up to that." George said.

"Just come out for a drink, George. Please."

"I'll-uh- think about it." George went back in his room and shut the door behind him. Harry gave Percy a look and then went downstairs. Percy continued to stare in disbelief at George's door.