Hello everyone! Again, I am so sorry for the delay. It's all band camp and writer's block's fault. But that's over now, so hah! I hope this chapter is going to make up for my absence. Also, I seem to have a lot of people who feel that I made Molly overreact. I just wanted to clear up the fact that I wanted her to overreact, if that makes sense. Ah, whatever. I'll stop rambling and start writing now.

George walked into the front door of Grimmauld Place, Remus behind him, one hand on his back, ushering him over the threshold. They crept down the hall and into the kitchen, not disturbing the portrait of Mrs. Black. Remus pulled out a chair and George sat in it silently. Sirius stood at a counter, his back facing the pair of them, the water at the sink running in front of him.

"Rem, I thought you were off to get Harry?" Sirius asked, not turning around to face his company.

"I was." Remus answered, walking over to Sirius. "But we have a visitor already." He seized Sirius by the shoulders and turned him around, wet hands causing beads of water to drop and pool on the floor.

"George!" Sirius said, a warm smile breaking across his face. "Happy Christmas! What brings you here?"

"Well, um…" George started. He really wasn't sure how he was going to approach this situation. He didn't want two other people disgusted with him.

"We're not sure yet, George was going to tell me his story once we got in and warmed up." Remus offered. "I found him asleep outside under a tree."

"Oy, what were you doing there?" Sirius asked. "And where's your better half?" He smirked and George cringed. He wanted to cry all over again. Remus was bustling around the kitchen, filling a tea pot with water and getting a few mugs and tea leaves. He watched Remus for a few seconds in silence.

"Home." He finally answered quietly.

"What's he doing there? I thought you two never left each other's side."

"We don't." George was staring at the table, biting the inside of his lip and feeling it tremble a little. He really didn't want to start crying again. He felt both Remus and Sirius's eyes on him, but couldn't look up. He swallowed a few times, but his view of the deep cherry shade of the table was becoming blurred on the edges. He heard the scrape of a chair on the floor next to him and felt Remus sit down next to him and put a hand on his back comfortingly. George looked up, still biting down on his lip.

"Hey, George, it's okay." Remus said, concern knitting his forehead.

"No. No its not."

"Will you please tell us what happened?" Remus pried gently. George sighed.

"I'm scared to." He said so quietly it was almost inaudible. "I'm scared you'll be disgusted and kick me out too. And then I'll have no where to go."

"George." Sirius said. "I'm not going to kick you out of my house."

"I wouldn't let him." Remus said, smiling a dry grin at Sirius.

"You promise?" George said, looking skeptically at the two men.

"Yes." Sirius said.

"We swear." Remus finished.

George sighed, nodded, and took a deep breath. "Well. I guess I should start back in Hogwarts. No, maybe I should start before that. Uhm…" George faltered, biting on his lip again, wringing his hands. "I guess I just have to say it." He closed his eyes before spilling his darkest and not so well kept secret. He didn't want to see their reactions. "Fred and I. We…we're in love. And, I mean really in love. Not like, family love. More than that. So much more." The words were pouring now, George's eyes still closed, clear beads of liquid seeping from underneath his eyelids as he gained momentum. "And Snape caught us kissing in the hallway. But Dumbledore didn't care so it was okay. But then Draco saw and everyone at Hogwarts knew. And then we were home and everyone was gone. But then Mum came home too soon and saw us…and…" He paused here for a moment. He realized he was rambling, talking far too fast. But neither man was stopping him. "She took our hands off the clock. And kicked me out. And Fred is still home, at least I think. But Merlin I miss him. I'm going crazy and I…I don't know what to do anymore."

George took another deep breath and opened his eyes slowly, bracing himself for the worst. Remus was sitting with his eyes wide and one hand over his mouth, seemingly at a loss for word. Sirius looked as though he was ready to yell. George was afraid to find out what he was going to yell about.

"How could she do that to you!?" Sirius exclaimed. "Her own sons! Doesn't she realize what this is doing to you? I mean, sure, that might take a while to wrap her head around, but kick you out of your own house?!" Sirius was standing, pacing around the kitchen floor. George watched him wearily until Remus finally started talking.

"I really think she over reacted, George. I'm sorry she did that. I can understand her being unhappy, but this is just too extreme. She can't keep you from your brother like she is. It's just cruel. We're going to get Fred here for you."

"Have fun with that." George said, sitting back in his chair dejectedly. "She probably has him on house arrest. She's not even letting us go to back to Hogwarts, I doubt she'll let you take Fred if there's any possibility of him having any fun or, Merlin forbid, seeing me. It'll be impossible."

Sirius stopped pacing and looked up through a curtain of curly black bangs. "Impossible? That's never stopped us before, has it, Rem? In fact, that always makes it more fun." The pair of them smiled at each other and George looked at them, hoping they would be able to find a way to get his brother back in his arms.

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That night, George couldn't sleep at all, despite the increased kindness of Sirius and Remus. He'd had a wonderful dinner and countless cups of tea as Remus had insisted they would make him feel better. He could hardly taste his dinner, this was the first meal he had ever eaten without the presence of Fred. It made his stomach hurt afterward. He was sitting in the stuffy bedroom he had shared with Fred before school had started that year. He was curled up against the wall with a blanket curled around him. There was an indent on the inside of his bottom lip where he had repeatedly chewed to try to keep himself from crying. He felt so weak. He was sure Fred wasn't sitting at home crying his eyes out over his absence. He was probably hatching some clever Fred plan to get out of the house. George tried to think of something, but came up blank. He couldn't think straight. His thoughts kept spiraling back to his brother, and how cold he was without him. How lonely the room felt, how lonely everything felt, with no one to echo his movements and words.

He felt sick without Fred beside him, and hated himself for it. He really was weak. It hadn't even been twenty four hours yet, and here he was, practically in shambles. All he needed was Fred. He didn't even care how. He just wanted him to be by his side tonight. And however unrealistic that was, it was all George could think about. Not the fact that he wasn't going back to Hogwarts, not the fact that his head was pounding from crying out all his tears, not the fact that it was Christmas Eve and he wasn't at home with his family. No, the only thing he could think about was being reunited with Fred.

He crawled up off the floor and got into the bed. The mattress squeaked laboriously under his weight. He fell asleep thinking about what Sirius had said about getting him Fred. He believed them. He had faith that they would bring him his brother for Christmas.

I know this is kinda short, but this is all I have time for, and you're lucky I could even whip this up right now. I feel really weird writing like Christmas stuff in September. Just thought I'd tell you that. Whatever. Thanks for reading, and look forward to some hopeful twin reuniting in possibly the next chapter!!! :D