A/N: Woot! Another one within three days of posting the last one! My weekend was crazy. I talked to Lauren from the Moaning Myrtles for an interview and I'm going to a Moaning Myrtles concert this summer! I hope you enjoy this one and please REVIEW!
Disclaimer: If I was J. K. Rowling, I wouldn't be asking people not to only add me to story alert and not review; I'd be rich.
Stars
It was over. The cheering had subsided, the chatter had died and George was left sitting alone In the Great Hall. Voldemort was dead and George was happy, but his happiness had been suppressed by his grief for Fred. The sun had crept slowly across the ceiling of the Great Hall and still George had sat, unresponsive. His tears had subsided hours ago but his grief was still shadowed on his face.
The sun was beginning to set but still George sat. Mrs. Weasley walked up to George, sat down next to him, and put her arms around him. George didn't respond. Mrs. Weasley started whispering comforting things in his ear but received no response.
When the sun had just about set, Mrs. Weasley sighed and stood up. She made her way down the isle between the house tables and left, leaving George alone in the Great Hall once again. George let his head fall down on to the table and he lay there, not knowing how much time had passed.
Some time later, after the sun had fully set and the stars had come out, George heard the doors to the Great Hall open and he sat up. He heard the pounding of footsteps as whoever was there started to run up the isle. George looked up in time to see Alicia's distraught face bounding towards him.
"George," she whispered, as she sat down next to him. He didn't respond orally but lay down and rested his head on her lap. His tears started flowing again. Alicia held him closer and that was how they sat for a long time, under the stars portrayed on the ceiling of the Great Hall.
