A/N: Now comes Chapter Five. Thanks for all the reviews and support. I hope you're enjoying the story so far.

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"Take care then, George," said Charlie. He looked at George more intently. "Keep your head up. It'll be all right from now on. I see you laughing along now, unlike a couple of months back." Charlie placed his hand on George's shoulder. "I'm really proud to have a bother like you. Fred would've been to if he sees you going on like this."

George managed to smile. Charlie held out his free hand. George shook it. "Thanks, Charlie," said George. He watched by the door as his older brother fly away back to Romania with a thresal.

Would you see the world?

"That was fast. Charlie's headed for Romania again?" Harry asked. George nodded. Harry leaned on the doorpost. "I think it's really his calling, loving those dragons. It's just sad he doesn't come here too often for me to know him a little more than just being 'Charlie'," said Harry.

George smiled a little. "He's just like us, me and Fred." George frowned at the mentioning of Fred's name, but he continued. "He really loves the outdoors. Contrast to Percy, he couldn't picture himself being cooped up in a room. Charlie used to take me and George outside in the summer, playing with us. Although he was always looked up too because he was such a good Seeker. He got me and Fred hooked in playing Quidditch. Being duo, we tried out for Beaters."

"And you were good Beaters too," commented Harry.

Percy entered the room. "Charlie left already?" George and Harry nodded at the same time. Percy looked at George. "Mum told me to tell you that you and Ron better get along soon or that business of yours will surely crumble, or so she says."

"That's our business," mumbled George. Obviously he didn't fancy the fact that Fred wasn't around any longer to run it with him. He found it less amusing with Ron always being careful about the cash flow of the business rather than having fun.

Harry sighed. "But Percy's got a point. I mean, Mrs. Weasley's got a point. If you and Ron just go on like that, nothing would happen to the joke shop. I don't want to see it go to a waste after you and Fred had worked so hard on it," he said.

Percy nodded. "Yes," he said curtly. "Fred's a joker, but he works hard to make his dreams into a reality. I believe, though I am not very close with Fred, that would've wanted the joke shop to keep on running as it did before he…" Percy stopped. It was already understood what he was going to say.

Would you chase your dreams?

"I get it," said George. "I'll make up with him if that's what you lot want. He still won't match up to Fred who's hear is always with the things he does, whatever it is." Harry stared at George, not knowing what to say. George left the room without another word.

Percy looked at Harry. "Would've been a lot different if Fred didn't leave us," he whispered. Harry nodded. He could see the strained relationship between the brothers. "Sometimes I wish I wasn't this serious so I could revert George back to his old self. Seeing him like this is not right. I mean, that happy kid…" Percy regretted the times when he yelled at his brothers.

Ron leaned on the wall. "You have to say sorry to George. I know he's not so much understanding of you, but you have to understand George," Hermione said. Ron looked away from her. He couldn't believe George couldn't understand why they had to hold some money back. "Ron…"

"You wouldn't understand what it is to be like for George to be looking at you and forgetting that you're his younger brother and not his twin," replied Ron. He sighed heavily. "I know George must be pretty lost right now, but he's got to snap out of it. He isn't the only one who's suffering and he should know that. We're part of Fred's family too."

Mrs. Weasley cleaned the twins' room-rather George's room now. She dusted the shelf using magic. She hummed to herself so that she wouldn't think sad thought about Fred. Occasionally, she thought of something amusing that he's done and laugh to herself. Something crashed to the floor. Mrs. Weasley turned and saw a picture frame. She picked it up. A pair of five-year-old twins looked back at her. She placed the picture frame back on the desk and saw a picture of Fred and Angelina. It was taken during the Yule Ball.

Settle down with a family?

Mrs. Weasley ran her fingers through the frame. She smiled at the cute looking couple. She wondered what'd happen if her son and Angelina married. Fred had always said he fancied her, though he wasn't ready to commit yet. Still, he fancied her a lot. Mrs. Weasley searched the room for more memories of the son she had lost.

"Mum?" George came in. He looked at her mother for a while, then smiled. "Fred's been keeping that picture since fifth year." He picked up the picture frame. "Just for laughs he'd pretend to be married to her. He'd hold up one of Ginny's old dolls and cuddle it, saying it was his and Angelina's kid. Fred's not too showy about his feelings, but he was really serious about her." George set the picture on the desk.

I wonder, what would you name your babies?

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