Six Years Later (2004) \\ The Beginning of Forever and Always \\ WICELA
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series nor everything that comes with it. The rights go to J. K. Rowling. The only thing I own is the holes in her stories that I filled with my fantasies.
"Welcome in Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes!" George Weasley and Lee Jordan said with a big smile when the loud bell of the door rang.
"Oh, it's just Angelina." Lee said to George, when George walked down.
"Yeah, it's just Angelina. How nice to see you're just the same Lee as I used to know." Angelina said sarcastically.
'Like you didn't saw me yesterday!' Lee smiled at her.
"Hi Ang." George said, smiling the way he was used to nowadays.
"Wipe that fake-smile of you of your face, George, we all know you're faking it."
"And what are you going to do about that than?" George asked and Angelina sighted.
"You might be thinking that nobody cares about you, because you push everybody away, but you seem to forget you're not the only one who's suffering. Lee here, lost his best friend and I lost mine too. Your brothers lost a brother. Now we all know that you lost a brother, a best friend and a partner at the same time, but that doesn't mean we suffer less."
"I don't want to talk about this." George said, almost angry.
"Are we supposed to lose another friend and your family a brother?" Angelina asked, ignoring the last thing he just said.
"If you continue, than it's your own fault."
"George, you do all this weird stuff to yourself. You're drinking, you're using everything walking on two legs with boobs and you put that fake-smile on your face, because you want to ignore the fact Fred is gone. He is gone, George. For six years. He is gone and never coming back and he didn't want to leave you, but he did and believe me, he didn't want to see you being like this, only because he's gone. You spend all your time in thinking about new jokes and you hired Lee and even your brother Ron, to replace Fred, but he can't be replaced. We're aware of that and we want to help you with that, because this? This isn't healthy. You really need to move on." Tears fell over his cheeks. The smile was officially gone.
"She's right, mate." Lee said.
"Come, let me take you somewhere." George looked up to see her face.
"Stop it. STOP IT RIGHT THERE! I don't want to go somewhere! I'm staying here and everything is fine. Just leave me alone! Both of you!"
"We're going George."
"And who do you think you are, Angelina?"
"Your friend?!"
"Yeah, well, of course you are. Lee here, is my friend too and never forced me this way. You, however, come every day bothering me to do something and just stop it. Leave me alone. I don't want to do this group-sharing-caring-sobbing thing." George turned around and walked into the back. He smashed the door in the face of whoever was following him and sat down on a chair. He looked right into the huge picture of Fred and him, which was made the day they opened the shop. Since the end of the war, he couldn't even bare to look at it and here he was, crying his heart out, because someone mentioned him again.
"Where are you, Fred?" He said.
"WHERE ARE YOU!"
"I NEED YOU!" He could barely stop himself from tearing the picture apart. He couldn't even look at himself in the mirror, because every inch he saw of himself, he saw the connection. That spot there, was exactly the same for both of them, but that other spot was only his. And that spot, that was typically Fred.
"I can't live without you Fred…" He said.
"Yes you can." Angelina was standing next to him, taking him in her arms and holding him. They apparated and George knew where he was.
"Fred. Fred! FRED!" He screamed. In a second his parents were there too. As Ginny was, with Harry. Ron, with Hermione. Percy, with Audrey. Charlie. Bill, with Fleur. After a while they left slowly and George realized it was the funeral which kept being in his head. They weren't really there. They never were, only at the real funeral. George stood up, when he felt it was right. It didn't feel right to leave him, but he had to go sometime. They landed in Tom's pub and sat down.
"It's been six years George. Time to move on." George nodded.
"I want to help you, but I can only help you if you let me help you. Do you want me to help you?"
"Ang?"
"Yes?"
"Why do you do this?"
"Because it's killing you and thereby killing me." George smiled weakly.
"Why would it kill you?"
"Do you think it's nice to see a friend suffering?"
"A friend?"
"A good friend, then."
"A good friend?"
"A very good friend, better?" George grinned and winked at her.
"What?" Angelina looked at him and rolled her eyes.
"What?!" She sounded irritated.
"Seriously George, this isn't fun…" He kissed her when she had looked him in the eye with this insecure feeling. It was him who could see that. It was him that could see that the big-bad-Angelina wasn't that big and bad, but insecure and girly.
"..ny." Angelina ended her sentence when George let her go.
"Well, I certainly thought it was funny."
"Like you would give me permission to call you my boyfriend."
"Like you would want it me to be that way."
"So true." George kissed her again and Angelina laughed.
"It's all going to be alright, George, I promise."