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Luna and George sat in the waiting room of the hospital. The blonde-haired girl was a little nervous, mainly because she still wasn't entirely sure how George was taking everything.

Suddenly, a nurse came through the doors, her clipboard levitating in the air behind her.

"Miss Lovegood?"

Luna stood up, George following her movements.

As she laid on the bed in the hospital room, she felt the nausea roll through her. Closing her eyes, she took a few deep breaths in and out.

George himself looked around the room, noticing various medical objects litter the containers across the room. There was a sink in the far corner, and little posters of various diseases on the wall. Looking at Luna, he noticed that she seemed rather uncomfortable.

"Is something wrong Luna?" He asked her.

The younger witch shook her head, moving herself to a more comfortable position on the table. He hadn't said much to her on the way over to the hospital, or when they were waiting.

The door suddenly popped open, the doctor Ms. Wood emerged, looking at the chart in her hand.

"Welcome back Miss Lovegood. How has everything been?"

The younger woman just shrugged, "Alright I suppose."

Ms. Wood smiled, looking over at George now. "Hello young man, and you are?"

George stood up, sticking his hand out. "I'm George Weasley, I'm the father."

The doctor smiled and took his hand. "Well, it's nice to meet you young man, and I just wanted to congratulate you both."

They smiled at her.

"Okay Miss Lovegood, I'm going to be checking your hcg levels today. Okay?"

Luna nodded her head, looking at the needle that was coming towards her arm now. She cringed but held still.

"I'm just going to be taking a small vial of your blood, we just want to make sure that your pregnancy is progressing at a proper rate. Do either one of you have any questions?"

Luna nodded, chancing a glance over at George.

"Is there anything I can't eat, I know I can't drink, or smoke. I don't do any of that pregnant or not. I just want to make sure I don't cause the baby any harm."

The doctor smiled and levitated the vial of blood to the counter. "That is a very good question Miss Lovegood."

George watched as the label was pushed over the side of the blood container.

"Well, you should really try to stay away from any fish that produce mercury, and also you should watch out for certain cheeses. Also, if you like coffee, or if you like your tea caffeinated, you really should try to, just for the first trimester, to stay away them."

Luna nodded, fully interested in what the doctor was saying.

"Miss Lovegood, if you'd like there a plenty of pregnancy books at the library around the corner, just so you can have it handy if you ever have a question to what you can and cannot do." She smiled at the both of them.

"I don't want to overwhelm you with a long list of things you can't do. Now, I'm going to take this sample to the lab, we'll test it, and I'll be back with the numbers alright?"


Luna and George sat in immeasurable silence.

"You don't want to be here do you George?" The young woman whispered to the wizard.

George looked at her, startled that she had spoken at all.

"It's not that Luna, I just, I don't know what to say."

Luna sighed, feeling her stomach roll. She didn't want to admit it, but it hurt her feelings that George had barely spoken three words to her all day. She just decided to let it go though, knowing afterwards would be really hard for him.

About 15 minutes later, Dr. Wood came back in, her clipboard trailing after her.

"Well, everything seems to be going very well. Your numbers are at 4,679, which is just right for 6 weeks. Is there any other questions that you two have?"

Luna felt her stomach do a roll again. "Yes, please, tell me how I can get rid of this awful nausea."

Dr. Wood smiled, jotting a note down on her clipboard. "Well, if you go to your local drugstore, or any medicinal store, you can find Pepcid, or Zantac, or if you want to stick to wizarding properties, you can find an anti-nausea potions, prescribed specifically for expectant mothers."

Luna nodded her head, thanking the doctor.

"Now, your next appointment is two weeks from today, and there we can have your first ultrasound."

Luna and George left from there and apparated to the library that Dr. Wood had told them about.

"I'm not sure I should be apparating anymore after today George." The younger woman said to him, clutching her stomach after they arrived at their destination. "Besides, I'm not sure if I can. I forgot to ask Dr. Wood."

The older wizard nodded his head at her.

"Luna."

The blonde girl looked at him, her face a little green still.

"I'm glad I went. I would like to attend the ultrasound as well, if that's alright with you?"

She smiled, "That sounds fantastic George."

An hour later, they were leaving the library. George had purchased her, after a slight argument in the store over money, two pregnancy books. Luna was proud, a little proud to admit that she was running short on money. She really needed to contact the Quibbler to see what was happening with the decision of whether she could take it over.

Luna was a little anxious, she knew their next destination, and so did George.


They apparated to Fred and George's store, and Luna could feel every bone in George tense up.

Silence.

Everything looked abandoned. It had been almost three months since Fred's death, and the end of the war. Diagon Alley looked completely deserted, save for a few workers that were trying to rebuild some shops.

"I can't do this Luna." George mumbled, turning his back on the store.

Luna sighed, but walked over to him. "I'm not going to push you George, this is something you need to do on your own time."

He nodded and stood there for a few seconds.

"But George, Fred would want you to move on. He would want you to carry on. And he would want you to open your shop back up and make money." The last part was said in a joking manner.

George wiped his eyes, nodding at what she said, trying to crack a smile.

Silence.

He took a few breaths in and out, trying to mentally prepare himself for this.

Luna was behind him as they walked into the joke shop. She watched George as he went to some of the shelves. He looked around, closing his eyes.

Luna stood back, trying to watch for any unwanted guests.

It took a few minutes, then they decided to leave the shop part and head upstairs.

George stood at the front door for what felt like hours. His hand was on the doorknob, his fingers shaking. Luna watched as the tears welled up in his eyes. Reaching out, she laid her small hand on his back.

He finally, after much deliberation on his own part, decided to open the door.

Luna felt her stomach drop.

The emptiness of the apartment made her stomach lurch. She watched George's face pale considerably as he moved about. He stopped at the coat door in the front, fingering two identical coats that hung on a hook. Taking it down, he held it against his chest, shoving the material up to his nose.

Luna looked away, feeling as if she was invading on a personal moment.

She couldn't help the tears that fell from her own eyes. She couldn't imagine what distress George's heart was in, but she could relate to it. After she visited her destroyed house after the war, and she entered her father's room, she wasn't sure she would ever leave.

It took before she could pick herself up off the floor.

George felt the misery rush through him as he looked around at the flat that he shared with his deceased brother. Fred was everywhere in here.

Wiping his eyes, he went into his Fred's room. Everything was how he left it. Clothes had been thrown willy nilly into a basket. On his desk were carefully laid plans, experiments that they hadn't gotten to do. George felt absolutely numb to everything, not wanting to move his feet any further. He wanted desperately to go back to that night and tell Fred everything that was going to happen to them.

But, he couldn't. He could do nothing.

And suddenly, he was angry. He was so angry that life had made a mockery of him. He was blindingly furious. He grabbed the trophys for quidditch near the door, and flung them one by one across the room.

"Fuck you Fred!"

He knocked everything off his desk, glass, everything. He was mad with rage.

Luna heard him from where she was sitting in the living room. She felt the tears run down her face, but she didn't move to go in there. He needed to unleash these feelings, he could not bottle them up anymore.

George was ripping things off hangers, tearing up papers.

Suddenly, he saw the mirror that was on the back of the closet door. He stopped what he was doing, and suddenly, he was falling to his knees, his hands fisted in his red tresses.

He let out a howl of gut wrenching pain, his sobs wracking his frame.

"I'm so sorry Freddie. I'm so sorry..I'm so sorry." He was saying it over and over, like it was a mantra.

Luna got up and walked to the door, looking in. She saw George on the floor, rocking himself back and forth on his haunches. He was sobbing uncontrollably, mumbling incoherent words.

She bent low, putting her hand on his back again. Her own form shook with sobs, trying to find a way to make him feel better.

Luna and George left the shop. He hadn't said anything to her, he was completely mute. It took him a full hour to finally pull himself out of Fred's room. He was like a robot, moving from one area to another. He went over to his own door, grabbing clothes, and anything else he'd need.

Luna and George returned to the burrow. Upon entering they were greeted warmly by Mrs. Weasley. George looked right through her, his face and eyes swollen. Like a zombie he walked to the stairs, trudging himself upstairs.

Mrs. Weasley looked at Luna. The blonde girl sighed and sat at the table, "W-We went to the apartment today. He needed to grab more clothes. It didn't go too well..." She finished, feeling a few tears fall down her own cheeks.

Molly nodded, turning away. She removed her apron, draped it over a chair and walked into her own room.

Luna was left to silence.


Sorry, this chapter is rather short. I wanted to center it more on George and his pain though.

I hoped you enjoyed it though. If you did please drop me a review.

-H