A\n: too much to put in one chapter..so is broken into two or three.

George wouldn't speak to anyone. He kept a distance and an angry sneer on his lips. He kept his eyes solely on his father. Arthur looked back at him, hoping to get him to come to an understanding, but he knew he couldn;t get him to do that without him actually talking to him. So, when all of the other kids left, Arthur walke dover to his son and stopped him as he went to wlak out the door and follow his somewhat hurt siblings.

"George, why do you seem so far away? More so then everyone else, Hmm?" George continued to only stare at his father, rathe than calmly explain where his pain and bitterness was branching from.

"George, please talk to me? I need you to talk to me...I need to know how you need to handle this so we can handle it together.." he practically begged and George blinked.

"George Fabian Weasley...Talk to me!" George blinked again and took in a deep, very calming breath, before he contemplated continuing.

"Dad, why didn't you tell me? You just decided not to tell me? Like Fred didn't bother telling me he was going out to battle without me!? That he was going to help some 3rd years rather than stay with me!? He hurt me, leaving me out! And he hurt me dying! You've left me out and it burns...it hurts so bad....And now, what if something happenes to you!? I'll feel the same way as Fred! I lost my best friend and I'm not ready or willing to lose you...Though I don;t even feel I have a say now you've left me out of everything!"

"Everyone was left out George! We told no one!!!"

"YOU TOLD YOUR PRIZE CHILDREN! GINNY, HARRY AND BILL ALL KNEW! YOU LEFT THE REST OF US OUT! YOU LEFT ME OUT! You didn't even care to tell me when I'm the one that does everything for you...I always come to you for advice, and to help whenever you need it...But no, you had to tell your first born, the boy who lived, and your precious little girl.....You didn't even take into account how you could even begin to think how I would feel, losing you, partly the same way I lost Fred."

"George, I'm sorry...I didn't mean it that way..Ginny, that fiesty child, found out on her own, and told Harry....Before she told Harry, she freaked out and told Bill...We were going to tell no one but they found out of their own accord." George stared into his father's eyes miserably.

"Dad, I'm not ready to talk about this right now...I can;t lose you, either of you! I need both of you..."

"I know, son..and no one said we're going anywhere..Hospitals doors aren;t marked with the word, "Death!" They are meant to help."

"Well they ought to be that way, Hmm? It kills one way or another mentally or physically...It won't be long until you and or Mum are begging us to get you out of here...."

"George, now your sounding like Percy...so professional, and bidding things practically....George, this is not you...Tell me what is wrong with you!" George wiped at tears angrily and ripped his hand from his father's.

"Because, out of all your children..I feel farthest from both of you!" With that he ran out, slammed the door, and ran down the hall, apparting with a pop, and Molly quickly went back to her and Arthur's room, hoping George had not been too hard on his father, when all Arthur had wanted was best intentions on when and how to tlel each of their children.