Author's Note: We're finally here. After many years, numerous alias', I've finally decided to put fingers to keyboard and create a story. Needless to say, I am excited about this and hope you all enjoy the ride. I have a rough idea of how the story will go, with hopes of updating once a week.

Chapter One

The days passed. Slowly, painfully. They crept by. The leaves changed from bright greens to dark oranges and back again. Time and time over. But one thing seemed to remain the same. Stagnant. As if no matter what he said or what he did, time passed by and he stayed the same.

However, it was not just him. Many after those fateful years had found their lives being lived by empty vessels, trapped in the past. For some, it had been mere ant hills, easily stepped on or over. For others they were mountains. Unending and unrelenting with the peak in view but never within their grasp.

It was no shock to his family that he would fall victim to living without truly living. The other half of his soul was gone and while he kept up how he could, he was never the same, and frankly, he did not understand how people thought he could move past it.

Everything was gone. Fred. His Fred, was gone. Years had swept by and a new millennium came and went. Yet, he was still by himself. He would always be by himself, now that the only person who should have always been by his side was gone.

The seat next to him was not empty though. At all family gatherings, the suffering always found themselves amongst one another. They often came as went as their moods and emotions fluctuated, he, however, was always seated in the corner. What never went amiss, to him at least, was that Harry sat beside him in silence, more often than not.

A slap on his shoulder shook him from his empty thoughts. It never stopped his family from rotating their duties of bringing light into his dark life. But, it was not any of his other countless brothers. No, it was Harry. Again, George did not mind it out of place.

"You know, if we pretend to talk maybe they won't send Gin over here and use her baby bump as a weapon again." Harry had seemed to put some thought to the matter. With a glance, George could see his Mum and sister chatting happily with glances to where they sat in the corner near the fire.

With one corner of his lip twitching up, George stretched back in his seat. "I dare say it, Harry, you just might be on to something."

It was not the first time either had caught on to their surroundings, and surely, it would not be the last conversation to start because of the motives of their family.

While Harry was not a Weasley in name, he was where it mattered. He was the godfather to his kid brother's brood and a welcome addition to their family. Hell, George could barely remember a time when the sea of red hair was without the mop of black locks.

"So, obligatory work chat, or would you like to partake in an adventure with me and talk about something more worthwhile than the bleak weather we are having?" Again, the words seemed to slide out, so familiar in this exchange.

A small huff of breath before nodding his head had Harry shifting in his seat, just enough to angle himself towards George. "I've worked pretty hard to not have to be a part of any adventures in a very long time. But I suppose just this once." Harry's voice trailed off as he reached for his drink.

George played the question coolly, doing his best to not show the obnoxious nature behind his words before he even uttered them into existence. "So, Mr. Savior, when's the last time you got your rocks off?"

Harry could not help the bark of laughter that escaped him. "Now this is why I stick close to you at parties." He responded, humor in his voice.

"Either it's been that long, or it wasn't even worthwhile enough to remember," George smirked out, finding amusement in the lack of an answer Harry had given him.

"Little bit of both if I'm being completely honest."

"Aw, is little ickle Harry bored of all the bodies being throw in his direction?"

The length of time Harry simmered over George's words let him in on the fact that maybe, he was right. "Such a pity you don't just spin a wheel and lock it down with however it lands on. It'd save Mum the hassle of trying to find you 'marriage material'."

She had long since stopped trying to influence George's love life. Since, that only left Harry and he received news of every single available witch, and lately wizard, she came across.

"I wish she'd just find me 'a few nights material'. I'm not looking for a ring, just something to pass the time." Harry stated exasperation lacing his tone. "But she won't stop until I introduce someone to the family, so it's a moot point anyway."

Harry was right. She was his favorite project when her energy was not being directed at the many totting children in his life.

His smirk grew even larger as he grabbed Harry's free hand. "Time for that adventure I promised you," George spoke directly to the other man before standing, pulling Harry with him. "Everyone, I've – we have an announcement."

George waited for everyone in the burrow to turn towards him and Harry. Their eyes noticeably glancing between them and their clasped hands. The relieved breath and clutched hand over his mother's heart let him know they were seeing what he was putting out there for them to see.

"You see, we never expected it to happen, but, Mum, you can call off your informants." The glance he gave Harry was the same that the younger man was pinning him with his. It seemed little Harry could be pulled back to old tricks just as George could.

Fingers shifted in his hand when Harry laced theirs together and sidestepped closer to him. "It just kind of happened after and few beers and well, I haven't been able to get rid of him since." Harry's response had him laughing. A laugh his family hadn't heard in so long, that they could do nothing but believe that their two broken boys had found something in one another and were healing together.

Molly rushed them, her arms around both sets of shoulders before they could protest as his brothers shouted in surprise and approval. Ginny's "about time" caught George by his own surprise. It was quickly forgotten, but something in the back of his mind knew he'd be thinking about it later.

George had given Harry an option and the man had decided on an adventure. Surely, he still remembered who George Weasley was.