Hermione arrived in Toronto and tried to figure out where Ashleigh would have gone. She had some muggle money, but not in Canadian currency so the first thing she did was go to the place that did exchanges near where the portkey left her. After that, she decided to check hotels first. She went to three hotels, asking if Ashleigh Scott had registered there, but they all didn't have someone by that name. She went to a fourth one and walked up to the desk.

"Excuse me?" She said, the clerk looked at her. "I was wondering if you could tell me if an Ashleigh Scott is registered here." She asked.

"I'm sorry, I can't give out that information", she told her.

"I've been to three other hotels and they told me she wasn't there. She ran away and I need to find her. Please", Hermione nearly begged, allowing the tears to fall. She stood there silently with tears rolling down her face for a few minutes and the woman behind the counter finally gave in.

"She's in room 400, on the fourth floor", she whispered.

"Thank you so much", Hermione smiled. Hermione went up to the fourth floor and found room 400. She knocked a few times and heard shuffling on the other side, then locks clicking. The door slowly opened and Hermione saw Ashleigh.

"What're you doing here?" Ashleigh mumbled. Hermione pulled her into her arms. "And how did you find me?"

"Your aunt told me you left a note saying that you were coming here and I had to find you. Plus, your aunt really wants you to go home", Hermione told her.

"This is my home", Ashleigh mumbled as she shut the door. They went inside and sat down.

"No, no it's not. Not anymore. Your home is with us", Hermione told her. Ashleigh shook her head.

"It's not home. Not without George", she said, still shaking her head.

"That's what I needed to find you for. George is alive", Hermione told her. "So is Fred".

"No, no, no. I saw it with my own eyes. The wall fell on them. They were crushed", Ashleigh said, tears falling as she relived the painful memory.

"But they didn't die. They had many broken bones, but they're alive", Hermione told her. Ashleigh still shook her head. "Please, come back with me. I'll prove it to you. If I'm lying, you can leave again. Just please come back with me right now", Hermione pleaded with Ashleigh. Ashleigh sat there for a while, thinking.

"Okay, I'll come. But I'm not staying for long", Ashleigh said, grabbing her suitcase and repacking it. She checked out of the hotel and followed Hermione to the portkey and she activated it earlier than the 24-hour mark.

In a matter of minutes, they were standing in the Ministry of Magic. They flooed to Tracie's house and she was all over Ashleigh, so happy she was home.

"I'm not staying", Ashleigh told her. "I realized leaving the way I did was wrong. So I came back to say goodbye to everyone".

"Ashleigh, please stay. I don't know why you even left", Tracie said.

"George is dead Aunt Tracie and I don't wanna live in this world without him, but since I have too, I won't do it in England", Tracie gasped.

"I've told you Ashleigh, him and Fred didn't die. They were unconscious when you saw them", Hermione told her again. Ashleigh just shook her head and grabbed floo powder so she could say goodbye to the Weasley's. Hermione went first.

"Hermione!" Molly shrieked.

"Where's George? I found Ashleigh, but she doesn't believe me that he didn't die", Hermione told her. A few minutes later Ashleigh came through the fireplace.

"Ashleigh! So good to see you. We were worried sick", Molly said, hugging her.

"It's nice to see you too. But I'm not staying; I'm going back to Canada. I just came to say goodbye and apologize about the way I left the first time", Ashleigh said.

"Why won't you stay?" Molly asked.

"Because…" She started but the tears returned. "Because I can't imagine a life without him so I don't want to stay here where I'll be reminded of him at everything I look at every day", Ashleigh explained.

"Oh dear, don't cry. Come have a cup of tea", Molly said.

George was sitting at the kitchen table and could hear the conversation in the living room. They walked through the door and Ashleigh was looking at the floor.

"Can't imagine a life without whom?"

"Geor-" She broke off as she lifted her head and saw who spoke. "George", she whispered and froze to her spot. "No. I saw you and Fred get crushed by that wall. You died, right in front of me!"

"Afraid we didn't", Fred said, walking up behind her, making her jump a little.

"If this is some sick joke", she glared at Hermione.

"It's not, love", George told her. He wanted to get up but he couldn't yet stand on his leg so he gestured for her to come over to him. She slowly walked over and sat down beside him at the kitchen table. She looked at him in disbelief. He took her face in his hands and kissed her.

"It is you", she whispered, tears of joy started streaming down her cheeks as she pulled him in for another kiss. The others were all happy that Ashleigh was back and would be staying.

"Of course it's me", he whispered after she broke the long lasting kiss.

"I saw you though. You both got crushed by the wall", she said.

"We did. But it didn't kill us. It probably would have if you didn't lift the stone off of us", George told her, she gave him a look. "I hadn't passed out yet and I saw you levitating the stone", he told her.

"Oh… I'm so glad you're okay", she whispered, hugging him.

"So am I. I love you", he whispered, hugging her back.

"I love you too", she smiled. The rest of the people in the house were standing in awe, watching the scene in front of them.