George sat with his fingers pressed to his temples.

"You sure we haven't broken him?" He offered getting a dangerous glare from Angelina.

"He is not broken" she spat. "Besides, where does this "we" come from? You've barely picked him up."

"Oh sorry dear, my mistake. Have you broken him then?" George ducked as a bottle flew above his head. They'd had the little bugger for barely two months and already George wanted to give him back. It wasn't that the baby had no redeeming qualities, he could at times be quite adorable. However with Georges lack of sleep and fastly deteriorating marriage he found his patients running thin. Angelina rocked the baby back and forth and back and forth humming funny little tunes and begging for him to stop. Babies, George had learned, are extremely uncooperative.

"Well are you just going to sit there or are you going to do something?" Angelina demanded.

"Like what! What do you want me to do! You spend all day bickering about how I never help but any time I do anything it's wrong!"

"Maybe if you just did it right for once-"

"Oh here we go." The baby wailed louder. "Will you shut that thing up!"

"He's not a thing George he's a baby, our baby."

"I don't care what it bloody is just get him to be quiet!"

"Say his name." As if on cue the baby fell silent. George stared at it, hating it for no reason. For things that were not it's fault. "Say. His. Name." She said again.

"Why? Why the hell should I?"

"You named him!"

"I know that Angie but thanks for the refresher."

"Just say it!"

"What does it matter?"

"I want to hear you say our sons name."

"NO!" Once again the baby began to wail.

"God damn it George" Angelina said tears running down her face "God damn it." George stood there for a minute and watched her, he felt regret and guilt fill the pit of his stomach. This was not who he was. This was not what he wanted.

"I, I, sorry." He whispered as he backed away from them. "Sorry." Before he knew what he was doing he grabbed his wand and ran out the door. He couldn't stand to be there a moment longer. He couldn't stand to lose any more of himself. Angelina sank to the ground Fred Jr still clutched in her arms, her tears running on to his face. They hadn't always been like this, they had been happy. But sometimes he disappeared, right before her very eyes, it was as though he was constantly at war with the sadness inside him.

George hadn't planned to go there. He had just followed his feet, he had just gone. It wasn't until he boarded the train that he realized what he was doing. And now here he was. Starring at the last place where things had felt ok, the last place where he hadn't felt alone, the place where everything fell apart. He sat down on the ground at the edge of Hogsmeade with a perfect view of Hogwarts. His hand clutched a cold bottle of fire whisky. If George was perfectly honest he had never really left Hogwarts. His mind was still filled with all the memories which lay instead those cold stone walls. He had been the happiest when he was there and it scared him to think that maybe he would never be that happy again.

"Hello Luna." He said as she sat down beside him.

"Their all out looking for you, you know." She said starring off into the distance."They didn't have a clue where you'd gone."

"But you did." George said with a small smile, not the least bit surprised.

"I just knew where I'd go" She said simply. "So what are you running away from then?"

"My life" George laughed darkly taking a large gulp from his bottle.

"No I don't think you are." There was silence between them. In the distance you could almost hear the students chatter, almost hear them laugh. He missed it, he missed it so much.

"I can't keep doing this." George said suddenly. "I need to get over this already."

"Voldemort!" Luna yelled suddenly, her voice echoing around them.

"Luna what are you doing?"

"VOLDEMORT, VOLDEMORT, VOLDEMORT, VOLDEMORT!" People began to stare.

"Luna are you alright?"

"Of course" She said softly. "You know I never thought I'd be able to say it, Voldemort, but things are always much easier to face when they have a name." At first he didn't understand but then the more he thought about it the clearer it became.

"Fred." He said slowly.

"Sorry? I couldn't hear you?"

"Fred." He said again "Fred, Fred, Fred, FRED!" And he screamed it, at the top of his lungs as loud as he could. "I can't, I can't let him go and I can't keep running off like this they deserve better, they all deserve so much better."

"Since when did you get to decide what they deserve?"

"I can't be there for them the way they need me to be, I'm not strong enough anymore."

"Oh I don't think that's true." She looked at him. She had helped him through so much, he thought, he could never thank her. "You're as strong as you want to be."

"You think I want this? I'm so sick of feeling this way of constantly trying to pretend that the anger and the hurt isn't there. But no matter how many times I lie to myself I can't make it go away, no matter what I do I can never fill that giant god damn hole that he left. And the thing is I can handle all that, all the guilt and the pain but I just, I miss him. I miss him every single day." Silent tears began to roll down his cheeks. Luna took his hand.

"So miss him." She said softly. "Miss him and hurt for him and hate for him. But smile for him too, love for him too. And know that every day you laugh, every day you kiss your baby boy or hold your wife, he is there. And he is happy too." They stayed there for a long time. The sun set and darkness fell and not once did Luna move her hand or did George try to pull away. He sat there and let her words sink in. He stared up at the castle where him and his brother had spent most of their days and he let his sadness go.

"Hi." George said when he returned home. Angelina sat on the couch her head down in a book. "I'm er, I'm really sorry Angie." She didn't move or speak or in anyway indicate that she had heard him. "I love you." He said. Still no response. "Well I'm just gonna, gonna go check on ah . . .little Freddie." George turned to go.

"What did you just say?" Angelina asked unable to help herself.

"Well, it's his name isn't it?" Said George as he looked back at her.

"Yes." She said slowly. "Yes it's his name."

"Glad we got that sorted then" George said with a small smile. Angelina shook her head in disbelief.

"Don't you do that ever again George Weasley. Don't you leave me ever again."

"I wont." He said quickly. "I promise Angie."

"And if you're angry or sad or whatever it is that you are just tell me ok? Just talk to me."

"I promise." He walked over and wrapped his arms around her. "I promise. I promise. I promise." He whispered.

"I love you too George."

"We're going to be ok you know." He said. "We're going to be ok."

And they were.