A/N: I'm so sorry this took me, like, a million years to update. My sister was in town and then there was Easter and all that. I promise I'm going to try and update more often from now on. Oooh… Now that I think about it I also might have been subconsciously afraid to post this chapter because after I posted the first one I had a dream that someone left six really mean reviews. I cried big sad emo tears in my dream. It was sad. Oooh, new Bullet For My Valentine just came on the radio. Okay, I'm happy again… and I'm gonna shut up now. Sorry.

Disclaimer: I still don't own anything in the Harry Potter universe. You can tell I don't because J.K. hasn't issued a statement saying "Oops, Fred's death was a typo, a really big typo."

:Nothing Left Of You:

:2:

"Can I get you anything?" a very bored looking teenage boy asked. After cleaning the cut on Fred's should he had insisted that they leave the Burrow. He didn't want to risk being further interrogated by his mother in front of Fred. He'd have to deal with his mother sooner or later, but later was always better. Now they sat in a small muggle café in a small town a few miles away from the Burrow. It was a cozy place with mismatched chairs, wobbly tables and a fire place that looked more like an afterthought than a real part of the room. It was a place that the Weasley twins ran away to every time their mother kicked them out after potentially life threatening pranks. Fred Waldgrave just adored the place.

"Tea," George said absentmindedly.

The boy scribbled it down on his note pad, "And for you, Miss?"

"I'll have a hot chocolate, please," Fred began, "With whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top." Fred paused and the boy began writing her order down. "And if you don't mind, could you mix the tiniest bit of cinnamon in with the hot chocolate?" Fred added. She held her index finger and thumb together as if to indicate how much cinnamon should be added.

The boy rolled his eyes and left the table leaving silence in his wake.

"So…" George began, "Tell me about yourself." He couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Alright, what do you want to know?" Fred asked in return. Then she smiled. She had a brilliant smile. It reminded George of his brother.

"For starters, what are you doing here?" George asked, "That's an American accent you've got, isn't it? What brings you to England?"

"Aww… You started with a hard one," Fred pouted. For a moment she looked thoughtful as if trying to find the right words. "It's the strangest, strangest thing," she said, "I really don't know why I came here. You see, last year I kind of had a near death accident of sorts. I wasn't really myself for the longest time after it happened. I felt like something was missing, you know? Then one day my mom came into my room, threw my broom at me and told me to fly. She didn't say where to. She just wanted me to go, so I did. The next thing I knew I was standing outside the Leaky Cauldron."

"What kind of acci-" George began only for Fred to protest.

"No…" she pouted, "It's my turn to ask a question."

"Okay," George said. He was caught slightly off guard by her response. It almost seemed as if she was playing a game. "Ask away."

"Tell me about your family," Fred said without hesitation.

Oh no. Of all the things to want to know about him Fred just had to ask about his family first. "There isn't really much to tell," George dodged the question.

"Tell me what there is to tell then," Fred insisted. George could tell he had no choice in the matter but he wasn't ready to tell her about his Fred. He told himself it was because he liked the idea of having a person with whom he could pretend to be normal. The truth was he just didn't want to see her sad green eyes again.

"There really isn't anything special about us," George began, "I have four brothers and a sister. Only Percy, Ginny and I are still living at the Burrow. Charlie and Bill moved out ages ago and Ron just got a place in London with his girlfriend and their friend Harry. See? Nothing interesting."

"Interesting is a matter of opinion, my dear," Fred said, "And my opinion is that your family is far more interesting than mine."

George was about to ask her to tell him about her family but before he even opened his mouth a new voice addressed him.

"George Weasley!" a waitress said in surprised tone, "I haven't seen you here in almost a year. Where have you been and where is your partner in crime? I don't think I've ever seen you without your brother." The waitress, a girl named Emery, carried a tray with their drinks on them. She placed the tea in front of George and the hot chocolate in front of Fred. "And who are you?" Emery asked the girl, "Another Weasley?"

"No, she's not," George answered for Fred and ignored Emery's first question. George liked Emery, he really did. She was a nice girl with a great personality, but sometimes she didn't know when to keep her mouth shut.

"Oh, she could totally pass for one," Emery said going on about Fred as if she weren't there, "She's got the red hair and everything. Her eyes are a bit off though."

"Yeah," George said awkwardly. His Fred had always been better at shaking Emery off. "Em, thanks for the drinks and all… but umm…. Do you mind?"

Emery got the hint. "Alright," she said turning away, "I'll leave you and your girlfriend alone."

Fred laughed at the whole situation. "I didn't know we were dating," she said to George after seeing Emery go into what she guessed was the kitchen.

"Oh shut up," was all George could think to say and it just caused Fred to start laughing again.

"Now, you were about to say something?" Fred said after the laughter had subsided.

"I was about to ask about your family," George said. He took a sip of his tea and grimaced. It tasted terrible.

"We're just an average magical family," Fred said softer than before, "Mom is a bit of a free spirit. Everyone thinks she's crazy, but I know she's not. My older brothers are totally into quidditch. It's all they think about and they always make me play with them. I'm actually pretty good at it too. They've tried to get our baby brother into the game, but he's really more muggle than wizard. The only things that he cares about are his guitar and the latest fashion trends. It's really sad though because I know for a fact that he is brilliant at all things magical." Fred laughed quietly at the thought of her little brother. Some people had problems with his decision to make a name for himself outside of magic, but Fred just loved him more for it.

"What about your father?" George asked. He didn't expect Fred to answer. He thought she was going to protest again but she didn't and it surprised George a little.

"He got sick a few years back," Fred said. Her eyes focused on her hot chocolate. "We should've taken him to a muggle hospital but Grams wouldn't hear of it. She insisted he receive magical treatment, but magic can't do everything. Sometimes the muggle way is better. It could've saved his life." Fred fell silent for a moment until she added, "We don't talk to Grams anymore."

"Fred… I'm so sorry," George said and he really was. It was fake "poor you" pity. George knew what the pain of loss felt like so he really could relate to this girl.

Fred looked up at George and smiled. The smile was fake, George noticed. In the year since his brother's death George had faked enough smiles to be able to spot one when he saw it. "It's alright really," she said, "It was just meant to be."

"What makes you say that?"

"I believe that everything happens for a reason," Fred explained, "Especially in the magical community."

George could certainly agree with that. He only wished that he could figure out the reason Fred had come into his life. He had seen far too much in his life to believe that anything could be just a coincidence, and even if he did believe in coincidences he was an idiot. There was nothing coincidental about his meeting Fred. There just had to be something magical about it and George was going to figure out what.

:x:

Okay, there is chapter two. Gah… It's so short. Sorry about that. Hopefully the next one will be a bit longer.

Oh, and I have a new job. I don't know if that will affect how long it takes me to write the new chapters and get them up. I hope it doesn't and I'm sorry if it does.