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Written for the November Event (Male Appreciation) over on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments)

Male Character: Easy – George Weasley

Chocolate Frog: Gold – Dementor – (Challenge) Write someone suffering with deteriorating depression.

Time to accept help

It had been three months since his other half had passed away during the Battle of Hogwarts. George Weasley didn't feel whole anymore; he couldn't face looking in the mirror in the morning only to see the face of his lost twin.

He couldn't remember the last time he cracked a smile, let alone laugh. It reminded him far too much of Fred.

George pulled the four month old duvet cover up over his head to block out the sound of impatient knocking on his door. He knew it would just be yet another member of family trying to get him to open up to them.

"GEORGE OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!" he heard his mum yell. "IT'S BEEN THAT LONG SINCE YOU LEFT YOUR BEDROOM, THAT I'VE FORGOTTEN WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE!"

He grabbed the pillow and placed it over his ears in an effort to drown out the sound of his mother's voice.

"AND GET RID OF THE ANTI-APPARATION CHARM! I CHECK IN BECAUSE I CARE SWEETIE! I LOVE YOU."

Molly Weasley stared hopefully up at the window of the room above Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. It had been two months and fourteen days since she had seen her son and she was getting worried about him.

The last time she had seen him he had been pottering around his apartment in his pyjamas and he had looked as though he hadn't been eating very much, if at all, and it appeared as though he had not showered in a couple of weeks.

The fact that he had placed an anti-apparation charm on his apartment after what he had termed her "unwelcome and intrusive visit" had her extremely concerned about his wellbeing. She couldn't even begin to imagine how much worse things had gotten since then.

Well if Mohammed won't come to the mountain, then the mountain will come to Mohammed, Molly thought to herself as she felt around in her hair and withdrew a bobby pin and analysed the lock on the door.

Unbeknown to her sons, Molly had paid more attention that they realised when they had chattered away to Arthur about the ingenious ways muggles had to open a door without a key or magic.

Within a minute she heard the lock click quietly, and she slipped inside the shop that had until recently been the life and soul of Diagon Alley. Now though, the building looked as though it was abandoned; there were dusty boxes on shelves, half full barrels full of tricks, and filthy floors.

Molly stifled a sneeze as she made her way through the shop and through to the back where she would find the entrance to George's apartment.

Without knocking on the door, she walked into the apartment to find a devastating sight. The entire place was like a pigsty, and it smelled like one too.

She cast her eyes around the room to find George, and wasn't at all surprised to find that he was in the same place where he had been the last time she had set foot in the apartment. In fact nothing much had changed except for the fact that there was now a thicker layer of dust, more smashed mirrors and the bed sheets that had been clean were now filthy.

Molly flicked her wand and quickly set the cleaning supplies to work and approached the heap in the bed.

She rested her hand lightly on what felt like a shoulder and whispered, "It's time to accept help George."

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