The Doctor prowled back into the Shed, and surveyed the area like an assassin does for his mark. Finally, after his eyes had finished darting, they fell upon George Weasley, who was sat at the table, staring into space. The Doctor, immediately, came and sat next to him. "Hello." George didn't look up when the Doctor spoke, even though it was obvious that he was talking to George. "We haven't had chance to speak." The Doctor held out his hand for George to shake. "I'm the Doctor."
George ignored the hand, but looked slightly more aware, "George Weasley." He looked sad.
"George, do you want to forget?" The Doctor went straight to the point, quite clear that he needed an answer.
George spoke openly. "I thought, at first, yes. I tried to Obliviate, but nothing came. I was left to myself after he- Fred- died. But now..." He, for the first time since he had arrived, looked squarely at the Doctor, "I don't think I could forget. It's not right. It's easy, but wrong. Sometimes we have to chose between what is right, and what's easy, and I firmly believe that I made the right choice."
The Doctor looked stunned, definitely shocked by the answer he was given. He did not address the answer, it appeared, at first, but instead took out his screwdriver. "May I scan you? It won't hurt."
George nodded slowly, and said dreamily, "I don't tend to feel pain anymore, Doctor." The Doctor scanned George, and examined his results quickly.
"George, you're playing host to a whole gaggle of Memreaters." He said plainly. The Doctor refused to feel remorse for George.
"Ok." George shrugged.
"Go pack an over night bag. Meet me at the TARDIS- the blue box- in a half hour." Quietly, the Doctor got up and left.