So here it is, chapter 2. So far I have no reviews, but it hasn't even been 24 hours since I finished chap 1 so I'm letting that fact slide.

Summary: Voldemort is dead. It's the day after that devastating final battle and all is well in the burrow. Well sure a lot of people are dead and George is both earless and twinless but hey, Voldemort's dead. It seemed like a good start towards happiness at the time until loneliness started to take it's toll on the twin who lived.

Disclaimer: I own everything because I'm totally J.K. Rowling. (not) Cheerio!

Note: Btw there will be some romance between… Well you'll see. No twincest though, the Phelps twins are against that and I have a picture to prove it. maniacal laughter And if you don't know who the Phelps are… shame on you. Just kidding! Don't kill me! On a different note I'm still terribly sad about Fred's death. I almost cried. Again. cries I personally find it so weird to kill the comic relief and sever a twin! Every time I think about it, Fred's death seems so freakishly messed up, non existent and so damn hard to believe! It's like Lost killing Charlie! It's like Ice Age killing Sid! Though that never really happened. (or did it?) I think everybody's trying to kill the comical relief people, they're dying more often than ever and it seems so messed up! Anywho, onto the story.


Chapter 2

Mentally What!?

Ginny sighed, leaning over her brother. She was currently on her knees, though that was uncomfortable at best. She was propped up on her left elbow, head resting on her palm above George. Her free hand was resting on the bed. She had taken the liberty of sliding George down from his slumped position that begged for cramps, and even tucked him in. Yes, she thought she was maybe being fussy, but she couldn't even imagine the pain he must be going through. She had to do something for him.

"Tell me what you need," Ginny said softly, eyelids drooping as she looked into his momentarily peaceful face. "And I'll do my best to give it to you."

"I need you to remember him," George muttered in his sleep. Ginny perked up, looking down at him. She wasn't sure if he had heard her or not, but she was sure that it was what he wanted.

"I do," Ginny insisted. She unconsciously stroked George's hair outwards above his forehead, marveling at how smooth it felt. "I remember him, though it hurts to think about him."

"Say his name. I know you're afraid too. Everybody's afraid too… I know you already have. But please, say it again," George muttered again. Now Ginny knew that he definitely was awake. She stopped stroking his hair and sighed.

"Fred died in combat, even than with a smile upon his face," Ginny said.

"But I wasn't there," George said. He opened his eyes and looked at her. "I should've been there! Even if it wouldn't have changed anything, I needed to be there!"

"No George, it… it doesn't matter…" Ginny said, tears glistening her eyes. She hardly ever cried, but how could she not when she saw tears forming in her brother's own haunted eyes? "Harry said the ghost of his last laugh was etched upon his face! Percy was there, Ron was there…"

"His twin wasn't." George turned his head away from her to look up at the ceiling. Ginny hardly knew what she was doing, she threw arms on top of George's chest and buried her head in them, sobbing.

Slightly confused, George looked down at her, arms slightly raised in shock. Suddenly he smiled gently, and wrapped his arms around his sisters back and uttered quietly, "I haven't seen you cry like this since the neighbor boys had a go at you." Ginny ceased her sobs and raised her head, tears streaming down her face.

"I was seven years old. Just before you two left for Hogwarts."

A sharp pang shot through George as memories of school and pranks and fireworks took it's hold. "No, please, don't talk about Hogwarts…"

"Hypocrite!" Ginny exclaimed, breaking contact and leaping to her feet.

"What?" George asked, raising himself into a sitting position.

"You say everybody is afraid to mention Fred, which is true, but you're even more afraid of your memories of him then we are!" Ginny accused. "How can you expect me to be strong when you're so…" She loosened up, and averted her eyes towards the floor, guilt replacing the rage that stained her face.

"Broken?" George asked quietly. "I am. Because everything is so unreal. My perspective, my joy, my mind. You name it. It's altered. Broken. In disrepair. And you know the only thing that could ever fix me is dead."

Ginny wiped her tears away and looked back at him, her gaze strong but pitying. "Before when we were little, I remember. You used to have problems with people. Mom couldn't do anything. But suddenly you had more confidence, you weren't scared and sad anymore. I never knew what happened… But… It was because of Fred wasn't it? He was the only one who could help you. But things can change! I can help you!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Ginny… I am dead because he is dead," George said, rising to his feet.

"You aren't dead! Don't you dare say that!"

"The truth is it should've been both of us of none of us," George said. "One of our death's was like the ripping of a soul."

"It doesn't have to be like that and you know it!"

George took a step closer. Ginny took a step back. Then he stopped and looked out the window. "Where did you say mom was again?"

"I- I didn't say," Ginny said, looking surprised yet relieved at the change of topic. She tried to hide this when she turned from him but George caught it. "She was uh… She said she was going to go get help."

Fear suddenly spread through George. Horrible heart shattering fear. "Oh bloody hell."

"George, Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley's voice rang throughout the house and George grumbled into his hand.

"Help… Oh no…" George muttered, shaking his head.

"Uhh… Is everything all right?" Ginny asked, looking at him. Mrs. Weasley walked into the room and George turned to her.

"Mother dearest!" He exclaimed. "You know that when I lost my ear, and I said I was holey, it was really just a joke-"

"Yes your right Molly, he does seem to have some trouble with his head," A male voice said from behind Mrs. Weasley.

"And that time I was ranting about angry bunnies? Well you see Fred had confounded me…" George said helplessly.

"Well I'll just have to go talk to Fred, won't I?" Mrs. Weasley said, her voice strained. Ginny froze, staring at her mother in shock.

"Mom? I'm supposed to be the crazy one, remember? You better get it right or Doctor Who here won't let us join his act," George said coldly.

"Yes, by God he really is confused," the Doctor said, stepping into the room.

"Wait, George, what's wrong with mom?" Ginny asked, looking at Mrs. Weasley. She looked incredibly confounded, staring off outside of the window. The fear in her voice installed more fear in George's heart. He slowly turned to the doctor.

"What's up Doc?" He asked, sidestepping his way in front of Ginny beside his confused mother.

"That isn't fitting," the doctor said.

"Yeah I know, I'm more like the carrot than the rabbit, maybe I should play a different part in this ridiculous play you're performing?" George questioned. He didn't entirely know what he was saying. He just knew that there was something up.

"Mom!" Ginny exclaimed, grabbing Mrs. Weasley's arm and shaking it roughly.

"What? How did I get here?" She demanded, looking around in shock.

"What?" The Doctor demanded, more out of himself.

"Blast. She played the wrong lines," George mocked with a disappointed shake of his head.

"George dear?" Mrs. Weasley questioned.

"I was under the impression that the Imperious curse was illegal?" George asked, whipping out his wand from his back pocket and pointed it directly at the Doctor.

The Doctor laughed and pulled out his own wand. "It has been decided that you are a dangerous wizard overcome with grief. It would seem that without the proper medication you will continue your path down the road if insanity and eventually hurt someone."

"Yeah, because I'm totally mad right now," George said stiffly. He wanted Fred to be here. To watch as he mocked the intruder into madness and sent him flying with a curse. He felt a little of his old self, mixed with a determination to exterminate the danger, rising up like a lion in his very soul. It was like he was a Gryffindor again, harassing Umbridge, Snape and Filtch alongside with Fred. Always alongside with Fred.

"I think we all need to calm down," The Doctor said, pocketing his want. George's eyes widened as he looked at the Doctor, so calmly smiling back at him. George sniffed his disgust and rammed his wand away.

"Just keep your wand, and you medications, where I can see them," George warned.

"Of course that won't be difficult at all," The Doctor said with a small seemingly innocent smile. "Molly, we need to talk." Mrs. Weasley, who was watching the scene in silent horror, turned to the doctor and nodded curtly.

"Yes of course," Mrs. Weasley followed the Doctor right outside the door and, by the sound of it, down the stairs.

"Shouldn't we listen to them?" Ginny asked.

"How?" George asked, frustrated. Ginny grinned and pulled out a pair of extendable ears. George gaped at her. "How?" He repeated.

"Fred gave them to me. You could say it was as a parting gift, though I never knew we really would be parting," Ginny said softly. "So what say you?"

A large grin crept up George's face and he simply said, the word sounding more empty as it was only uttered by one person, "Wicked."

"Now we're talking," Ginny said, leaving the room.

George followed, "Listening by the looks of it."

"By the sounds of it."

"Shut up."

Ginny flashed him another grin. "Be quiet."

"I hate you."

"I love you." George froze, a little shocked at the tender words his sister hardly ever showed him.

"I love you too Gin," he said with a friendly smile.

"We're even."

"Peachy."

"Brilliant."

"Stop."

"Okay."


"Molly my dear, you know that when one twin dies, the other is never the same. Even when one dies in childbirth the survivor always feels empty. And this is worse. Twenty years of bondage and ties are now broken. His mind, his soul, he's in ruins," The doctor said. George looked at Ginny and she stuck a finger in her mouth, fake retching. George flashed a grin.

"Twenty years of bondage and ties? He makes it sound like we were sex addicts," George whispered to Ginny. They were lying side by side around the corner of the stairs, the extendable ears trailing into the living room and under the table near the kitchen.

"Oh you were, it was obvious. All those explosions coming from your room you know?" Ginny whispered back. George looked at her blankly, and the two burst into a fit of chuckles and giggles and laughter.

"Our safety word was ties, how did he know?" George whispered. Fits of muffled laughter gripped them once again.

"Shhh!" George and Ginny whispered to each other, quieting down and listening to the ears again. George suddenly felt guilty about the jokes he made. He imagined Fred laughing along with them, and another pang of longing for his twin shot through him.

"Doctor Dingles!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, anger lining her words. Ginny and George exchanged a look, mouthing the Doctor's name. "How dare you! One day it's been! One day! I ask for your help, not for you to take my other son away! He is with grief, Toby, he is, but that doesn't mean his brain is addled with!"

"George came second, correct?" Tobias Dingles asked.

"Wha- Yes," Mrs. Weasley said firmly.

"He always had some emotional problems, correct? Social disorders perhaps?" Tobias Dingles questioned. Ginny looked up at him with a smile, but it vanished when she saw his set, concentrated face.

"How did you…" Mrs. Weasley demanded weakly.

"I though so. You son was born with a disorder at birth. A disorder that can be dangerous if one is overcome with emotion. A mental illness. To be presise, you could say, bluntly, that he's mentally retarded." Tobias Dingles warned.

"That's nonsense!" Mrs. Weasley shouted.

"Is it?" Tobias asked. "Think about it, Mrs. Weasley. Now I bid you good day." Ginny looked at George with concern, and the both pulled the extendable ears back up.

"George?" Ginny asked softly.

"I'm… I'm mentally what!?"


Well I hope you liked that! the next chapter will be up soon, promise! Though it would help to get a review... hint, hint