A/N: Thank you to all of those who DID REVIEW!!
I am sorry that this did not go out eariler - but now its school holidays i'm hope to get at least 3 chapter up on here and several more 1/2 completed soi can post during the school term. No rest for the wicked eh?

Sorry if this is short, but I have cut this chapter into two, as this felt like the place to leave it.

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~ Living the life he would want us to lead ~

"It's not the things that go bump in the night that scare me,
It's the politicians that do!"
- George Bush Snr – (Past American president)
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Chapter 5 – Bump in the night.

Fred Weasley had not seen hide nor hair of "the bushy haired flour-bandit" for just over 48 hours. He knew she was avoiding him – probably fretting over getting into another verbal skiff. All he wanted to do was apologise – or maybe even grovel on his knees at her feet. He really did feel terrible about his reaction the last time he saw her.

One thing amazed George – since the 1st of May he had felt more at peace...more alive, then any other time in the last 12 months. He may be a boy (and every witch knows that boy's are stupid) but even he knew that if there was one person who broke through your barriers and made you feel just a little bit whole, then you grabbed hold of them, and held on tight for all eternity!

All this was running through George's head as he sat at the kitchen table in the heart of The Burrow.

He was just starting to worry if she was actually eating, when his Mother placed a tray pilled with sandwiches, orange juice and fresh fruit in the middle of the table, stuck her head up the stairwell and hollered "Hermione! LUNCH!"

He son watched amazed as a golden light surrounded the stack of food, then with a quick "pop" disappeared.

"She's eating................?? She's eating UPSTAIRS avoiding ME?!?!?!"

Without waiting for a reply (And not really expecting one) the last living inventor of the portable swamp ran up the eight flights of stairs to his eldest brother's room – otherwise knows as "Hermione's Shack".

He slammed the door open panting as he yelled "Hermione! Please! I'm so sorr...."

The room was a mess – a pigsty would have been too nice a word to describe it – so bad was it, that George was stopped in his tracks.

"Your...your not leaving, are you? You...you CAN'T! I wont let you!"

The curly-haired girl removed her nose from the tome on her lap, looking at the completely remorseful and frazzled wizard who had just clamoured through her doorway.

"It's ok George, don't apologise........ I've just had a lot of things on my mind......."

He was still flabbergasted, though his brain did register for a second that he was forgiven – "but...but the mess?!?!?!......... You're a neat freak Hermione! Why does it look like one of my explosions in here?"

"Cause I'm researching, silly"

"Researching?"

A quite-unlike-her giggle escaped her as she ducked behind the curly curtain known as her hair. "Well...........I'd actually done all the work before I went with the boys on that debacle of a horcrux hunt – but my notes and estimated results, seem to be lost somewhere in my bottomless bag.............." and she motioned to the small blue-beaded bag at her feet.

He really thought she was joking.............. "That's... that cant be! Its soo tiny!"

She smiled, a little pained. "It was a bag I brought from the muggle world, to go with my robes for your brothers wedding. It cost me an extra 50 Gallenons to have the charm put on it, instead of buying a pre-charmed one. The store-wizard couldn't believe I wanted his best bottomless charm on a muggle clutch-purse!"

George's brain began to piece the pieces together. "So... this is ALL From your purse?", he said, his arms sweeping over the pile of tin cans, the hiking equipment, the life raft (inflated) the 7 trunks, over 100 books in a VERY Tidy pile (the only tidy pile there), 5 sleeping bags (single and doubles), and god knows what else, ALL spread over the entirety of the room – including the bed.

"Oh, there's more in there.... not only my notes!"

George's eyes just couldn't bug out any further, would this girl EVER stop surprising him? He truly hoped not, but he did consider that his eyes my never retreat back into his body if she kept going the way she was!

An hour later found the two magical beings still hard at it, as Hermione took out item after item, and George sorted them into the available piles appearing in various places around the room.

The dust-covered duo were just about to retire for some dinner when George heard his compatriots voice from the spot on the bed. "Oh look, my 3rd year book bag. I wonder........." then a shriek, soo loud it could chill the soul of any warm-blooded male to pure ice, came from Hermione. Just as she opened the leather bag a fully-fledged boggart reformed itself in front of the terrified girl.

Most, including George, would say that Hermione's boggart would more than likely be someone along the lines of Professors Vector or Mcgonnogal, informing the young lass of her failure of all her N.E.W.T.S. However, the sight that was in front of the surviving twin how was Hermione scrabbling up the headboard, trying to increase the distance between her and the man wearing the long white coat.

"I'm sorry Miss Granger, their situation is dire....Why did you not say something about this sooner? You've permanently damaged their cortex.... Their deaths are fully at fault of your failure with memory charms,....... The Grangers will never be the people they once where......"

The girl could not stop screaming. "It's not true, I did nothing wrong, It was the only way... STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP!!!!!!"

George picked up the pair of football spikes he was supposed to be sorting, and threw them directly at the shape-shifters back. "OI, STUPID!!! OVER HERE!!!"

The doctor (As George could she what he was now) swiftly turned, focused on the red-head, and quickly formed into his deceased half, showing a not-so-mild stage of decomposition.

"You let me die George... You didn't do any thing to save me..."

"That not true Gred"

".....You didn't protect me............... You said if I'd die you'd follow me... You've got to follow me Brother..." The creature began to move closer to George, raising his hands towards the other boy's neck.

"I'm sorry Fred, but its not my time" the younger twin stuttered "You'd have to wait for me Brother..... Ridickulus!"

The boggart tripped and ripped off its mask, showing an alive and well Fred Weasley – just in zombie costume. "I was right Twin 2! These Mickey Jacksman 'Thriller' costumes are just what we need to Halloween in WWW!"

"Yes they are brother.... Goodbye", and with a swish and flick George Weasley swept the terribly confused boggart into an empty shoebox, sealed the cardboard rectangular prism, and sent it into the cupboard on the other side of the room. As soon as this was finalised he gathered the still-shaking Hermione into his arms and tried to calm the quivering brunette.

And so the night carried out much like many of the others in their recent past. However, the roles this time were reversed, with her crying on his shoulder until they both slumbered on in her quarters past dawn.

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AN2: yes, I did bring up Michael Jackson - May he rest in piece.
AN3:THe bold text is what the boggart says - just to make that clear.