Disclaimer: So I realized today, I'm not a wealthy, rich, Brit. I don't have millions of dollars, and I definitely don't have a cool accent, so therefore, I am not Joanne Rowling. Bummer for me…

**(I also did not write the quote used from Philosopher's Stone, I just borrowed that…)

A slight warning for this chapter of implied violence and alcohol abuse…very possibly an emotional roller coaster…just thought I'd mention it.


Hero Harry

After lunch, Harry waited in the sitting room for Bill. Bill and Fleur had arrived shortly before lunch and the whole family enjoyed roast beef sandwiches and crisps with crisp, cold pumpkin juice to drink. Bill told Harry he'd meet him in the sitting room after getting Fleur settled in their room. She was tired from the trip and needed a nap.

Harry sat and twiddled his thumbs waiting. He watched a portrait on the wall sleeping, and it appeared to be dreaming because it would twitch every once in a while. Harry tapped his fingers on the arm rest of the chair he was sitting on until Bill showed up.

"Ah, sorry about that Harry. Fleur's been a little picky lately about the bed she sleeps in. I had to transfigure the one upstairs into an exact replica of our at home, and that's not easy. But what did you want to talk about? My guess would be Gringotts?" Bill chuckled at Harry's surprised face.

"Yes, actually it is, how'd you know?" he asked the older man.

"Well, the last time I really spent much time with you was at Shell Cottage while Griphook was recovering. You four left and later I find out you broke into Gringotts, stole something, and set free one of their dragons and broke back out after being cornered. It doesn't help that before you left for Australia you asked me, to get out a large amount of money, and change it to Muggle Australian dollars instead of going yourself, am I right?" Bill inquired.

"Spot on. What I want to know right now is, do you think I waited long enough before going back? Is there anything I need to know about before I go today?" asked Harry. Bill chuckled.

"Well the easy answer would be no. The long answer would be, Hell no you haven't waited long enough. I say this because of one reason. You stole something from Goblins. Do you not remember the warning engraved on the door?" Bill smiled. Harry thought for a moment.

"Er, Enter stranger…sinful greed…thief we warned you, I can't really remember all of it, but I got the gist of it," Harry replied. Bill was sniggering to himself.

"Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors,
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there."*

Bill recited verbatim the words Harry remembered reading so many years ago. "Like I said, Harry, you stole from the Goblins. They are not happy. If they had their way, you'd be in prison right now. Paying for your crimes."

"But, it was necessary! We had to do it, there was no way, I'd be able to just waltz in and ask for something in the Lestrange vault. That'd never go over, I'd have been arrested for being Undesirable Number One, and probably brought straight to Voldemort. The cup was something we needed to have to defeat Voldemort. There's no getting around it. If they thought about it, after we took that blasted cup, Voldemort was dead less than twenty-four hours later and the war was over! The dragon thing was a surprise and spur of the moment. If I could replace it, I would," Harry stopped and thought. "What can I do to get back into their good grace?" Bill thought for a moment.

"Go to prison," he said. Harry threw a ball of paper at him.

"I'm being serious, Bill!"

"And so am I. How can I explain to you their way of thinking? They have been the wizarding worlds only source of gold for centuries. Not because no one tried to compete with them, but because they are so obsessed with Gold and financing that people know that goblins will protect their money to the death.

"Let me put it this way. Imagine a Goblin standing in the middle of the road. On one side of the road there is a Galleon, and the other side of the road, a human baby in danger, about to be killed. The Goblin would almost always go for the Galleon first, even if it meant that the human child was killed. The only way they'd save the baby was if there was a profit in it for them, if they could in some way make more than the one Galleon by saving a human, they would. Otherwise, it's profit before heroism."

"That's horrible!" Harry said emphatically. Bill shrugged and nodded his agreement.

"That's just how Goblins are. You broke the law, and it cost them money. To them, it doesn't matter if you saved the world, if you cost them a Knut, you'd have to pay. You actually cost them much more damage than you think. Nearly, a million Galleons in damage and the cost of a fully grown, not to mention, trained dragon, which is worth nearly two million Galleons. You don't have that kind of money to pay them back, and if you did the public would be infuriated that you had to pay. You saved them, you're a hero, and you shouldn't have to pay the Goblins back, since they benefit from what you did. They no longer have the threat of enslavement by Voldemort hanging over them. Do you understand?" Bill stopped. Harry took a deep breath.

"I think so. But is there anything I can do to make it even a little bit better? A public apology? What if I can get a new trained Dragon for them in a few years? Hagrid could train it…" Harry trailed off.

"I don't think an apology would work. In a way, that would be more insulting to them. Because of the fact that you believe that what you did was necessary, you wouldn't be telling the truth when you said you were sorry, because of the underlying, unsaid, 'but I feel it was necessary' comment. Do you understand?" Bill watched Harry's mind wrap around the actuality that his actions were causing so many problems.

"There is something you could do. But it would be drastic. I know that you have quite a lot of money. Enough to live off of for many years. Enough that if you were to withdraw all your money, the Goblins would take a bit hit. Big enough for them to forget any past misdeeds. Understand what I'm getting at?" asked Bill. Harry shook his head and Bill sighed.

"Harry, if the wizarding public found out that you withdrew all your money because you would have been in danger going back to the bank, they would do the same. After so many people take out their money, Gringotts would loose profit. And we all know that profit is the most important thing to them. They have a contract with our government that states that they will not withhold anyone's money, for any reason and they are not allowed to raise their fees and charges above a certain amount. The combination of one of their wealthiest clients plus many more people withdrawing all their money, and not being able to raise fees and charges to counter the missing profit, they'd be forced to either go under and loose profit until they forgave you, or start a war with our government by breaking their contract which in the end, would only cause themselves more problems. Understand now?" Harry nodded slowly.

"I guess so, I don't like the idea but it'll have to do. Should I send someone else to get my money, or do it myself?" Harry asked. Bill thought for a minute.

"Definitely don't do it by yourself, but I think it would be better if you did it in person. Maybe you'd be able to avoid all this nastiness by talking to the elder Goblins and making them understand that it's either they forgive you for doing something you had too, or you withdraw all your money. I could go with you, but I could loose my job, Dad could go with you. He doesn't work for them and he understands them reasonably well. But I wouldn't do it today, or even while you're here for a couple days, do it when you return. Okay?" Harry nodded.

"Well, when you get back I can talk to you more about this. Fleur's out for a while now, did you want me to run up there and get you some more money and change it to American Dollars for you?" asked Bill as he stood up.

"Well, yeah, I guess. Could you stop by another vault for me, and pick up a portrait also?" requested Harry as he also stood up.

"Whose vault? And what portrait?" inquired Bill. Harry searched his pockets and pulled out two keys.

"Remus and Tonks'. They commissioned a portrait of themselves before they died, and I only found out about it from the box of stuff they left me and Teddy. They want me to put it up where ever I live, so that Teddy can visit me and see them. They knew they might not live through the war, and they didn't want their son to live without knowing them at all. I kind of wish my parents would have done that. It'll be great for Teddy growing up, and for me, when I'm left alone with him and have no idea what to do." Bill laughed loudly.

"That it will. It's going to be entertaining seeing you as a father figure. Hopefully, this will put you off until your married," Bill bobbed his eyebrows at Harry, who scoffed.

"How do you know I haven't already?" Harry jokingly implied. Bill's look of horror was all his gratification before he answered his own question. "No, I haven't. But it was worth it to see your face!" Harry laughed and dodged the older man's grab and darted out of the room and up the stairs yelling, "I think about six hundred American dollars should do it, Bill, thanks!"

Harry arrived in the drawing room out of breath and snorting. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny all looked up at him. He chuckled as he explained why he was laughing, and Ron's snort of disgust and Ginny and Hermione's chuckles encouraged him and he laughed some more.

After the laughing died down, he explained what Bill had told him about Goblins and what he should do. The others were appalled at the Galleon/Baby analogy, but understood why it was true. Hermione and Ron wondered aloud if they would be getting similar treatment from the Goblins since they were with Harry, and Ginny agreed with Bill that Harry should remove his money before they stole it all to pay for the damage he caused.

Percy came back to the Drawing room after returning from his flat to retrieve Hermes and the girls handed him the letters needing to be sent. Harry quickly read over one of them to make sure they were okay.

Dear Katie, I am sorry to be so abrupt, but could you visit the Burrow tonight around 8:30 pm. I need to ask you something, and I don't want to do it in a letter. It's about George. If you can't meet tonight, I'll understand, just let me know if you can't make it and we'll set up a different plan. Floo is available, all you have to say is The Burrow. Thanks, Harry Potter.

"They all say that, just different names after Dear," Hermione said. Harry nodded and placed the note back in the envelope. Percy left to send off his owl with the five envelopes while Harry and Ron left for the shop with a package of sandwiches for George from his mum. They Floo'd to The Leaky Cauldron and walked to the shop from there.

"Harry," Ron started. "Do you think George is really as bad as Fred said? What if this is a huge prank from beyond the grave. That is the kind of thing Fred would do, don't you think?"

"I'd actually be thankful if it was a prank. It would mean I wouldn't have to exert my non-existent power over George. I just have a bad feeling about this. I can't explain why though. George might get really angry that I am pulling this stunt over shares. I know what it's like wanting to be alone, and wallow in self-pity but have an annoying git make me stop." Harry smiled and shoved Ron.

"An annoying git am I? Let me tell you something Mr. Hero, if I didn't make you stop, you'd be wallowing for a much longer time. Sometimes you just need a push out of the wallow-stage to get yourself back to normal. I hope this push will help George. It'd be really cool to have WWW all over the world! He'd be rich, and being his only younger brother, he'd be inclined to spend his money on me!" Ron said as he swaggered ahead of Harry who was laughing.

"What about Ginny, she's his only sister, and she's younger than you. Wouldn't he want to spend his money on her, not you?" Harry asked as he pushed Ron into a barrel of Frog Spawn sitting in front of the Apothecary. Ron side stepped the barrel and tripped over a step and landed in a pile of street trash.

"Urgh! That's disgusting! Thanks a lot Harry!" Harry reached over and pulled Ron to his feet, although the task was proving difficult as he was laughing very hard. Ron gave a tug and Harry fell forward with a yell. Now both were sitting in a pile of refuse laughing and trying not to touch it.

After they were upright once more and cleaned off with a wave of their wands, they continued onward to the shop.

"Actually Harry, getting back to what we were talking about before you pushed me into that garbage, Ginny has you, and you own half the shares. You will be rich on your own, and she can just use your money. Percy, has his dream job, Charlie has his, and even Bill has his. I don't have a job, or a rich boyfriend to spend his money on me, so by default, George will want to spend his money on me. Understand?" Ron looked over at Harry to see him bent over laughing. "What did I say?" Ron asked.

"You don't…have a…rich…boyfriend! Poor Ron, all alone in this…cruel world, with no boyfriend to pamper him. You poof!" Harry was having a hard time standing, as he was laughing so hard. Ron's face turned red after realizing what he'd said, and he went to push Harry over since he was having a hard time standing anyways, but as he pushed Harry grabbed his arm to stop him and they both fell down, Ron landing on top of Harry. This provocative pose made Ron curse loudly and scramble to get up while Harry laughed even harder. Harry lay on the ground howling with mirth while Ron jumped up and scrambled a few steps away from his friend.

After Ron was safely far enough away, he saw the humor in the whole situation and began to laugh also. The two made quite a sight, sitting in the middle of the sidewalk, laughing hysterically. Several people walking by stopped to watch the spectacle. A few onlookers chuckled nearby at a café after hearing the argument and seeing the whole thing happen.

Finally, Harry and Ron stopped laughing and picked themselves off the ground. They walked the rest of the way in companionable silence, every once in a while chortling to themselves.

As they neared the shop they saw a sign outside the building that read, Closed due to bereavement and family issues. Will open again soon. It was hanging on the door which was locked. They tried to spell it open but nothing worked. Harry finally broke the glass silently and reached through to unlock it and push the chair away from the door. When the door was open again he repaired the glass with a Reparo and they walked through the store to the staircase.

They could smell a bad smells coming from a shelf that had Puking Pastilles on it, and an area that once contained Pygmy Puffs. Neither wanted to investigate, so they continued onward. They got to the stairs and looked up the dark staircase and then back at each other.

"I have a feeling this is going to be a lot more work than I thought," Harry muttered. "Make sure you put up a Shield when we get up there. We don't know what he's doing, but we know he's not expecting guests. Let's go," he said quietly. They took out their wands and held them in front of them. They reached the top and listened at the door for any sounds. Nothing was coming from inside so they knocked. They waited for several long minutes and nothing was heard moving inside so Harry unlocked the door and opened it wide. They looked around the room and saw utter chaos.

Books were thrown around the room, pages ripped out, covers torn off. Pillows were slashed open and feathers covered everything. A few bookshelves were skewed and had books piled underneath them. A large hole in the wall had a dented garbage can underneath it and had garbage falling out of the wall. Wrappers spilled out of the hole and covered table tops and chairs. Old food was squished into the carpet and making horrible smells emanate throughout the room. A large painting of George and Fred was hanging helter-skelter on the wall, it had a gaping hole over George's ear and a long cut across Fred's neck. Glass dishware was shattered everywhere.

"Bloody hell," Ron said thickly. The only thing in the room not touched was a broomstick hanging on the wall. Under it was a small plaque that said Fred's Broom Do Not Touch! A similar plaque was nearby saying the same thing but with George's name instead. The broom was no where to be seen.

Harry wandered into the room sidestepping a pile of glass and broken items. He wandered up the hallway with Ron following him. The destruction continued but turned into smaller things like, ripped clothing, smaller fist sized holes in the walls, hanging pictures, and stained carpet. Harry looked in the bathroom first as he past it, and saw a few dirty towels, and puddles of water on the floor. The tub was filled with dank, dirty water, and several towels had a mysterious stains that looked like blood on them. The toilet hadn't been flushed in days and had flies hovering around it. The smell was almost unbearable so Harry shut the door. They continued on to the last two doors. One with a large G the other with a large F on them. Both rooms were closed, so Harry looked to Ron, who shrugged. Harry turned and pushed open the G door. Inside, the room looked horrible. It resembled the living room, but on a smaller more personal scale. Photo albums had been thrown at walls, pictures were scattered everywhere. Books were torn and strewn also. One thing was obvious, George was not in his room. Harry backed out and closed the door.

He turned and placed his hand on the F door. Ron took a deep breath, and closed his eyes as Harry opened the door. Harry gasped and started walking in. Ron heard Harry's surprise and opened his eyes. The sight before him made him gasp as well.

George was laying across the bed horizontally to the bed's vertical position. His head and one arm dangled off one side, while his feet were on the ground of the other side. A puddle of vomit was under his head, trailing down the side of the bed and to the floor. His hands were swollen and bloody, his knuckles all torn up and scabbed over. He had tufts of hair pulled out and he smelled even worse than the bathroom. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and the pajama pants he wore were stained and had blood swiped across parts as if he wiped his hands on them while they were bleeding. There were holes all over the pants and tears that looked fresh.

Several hard liquor bottles lay around the room, one was emptied on the bed next to him as if he passed out and let go of the bottle, letting it fall and spill on himself. His hand was loosely grasping the empty bottle.

Ron moaned and stepped closer, praying for a miracle. Harry was already next to George feeling for a pulse.

"He's alive." Ron and Harry shared a sigh of relief. Harry was crouched near George's head and Ron was at his feet. The two of them grabbed hold of the drunk man, and turned him so he was laying on his side with his head near the pillows. They removed the bottle from his hand and did several cleaning charms on him and the bed before covering him up.

Before they left the room, Ron grabbed as many bottles as he could find and Harry did a scouring charm on the carpet and bed to remove the vomit. They exited the room and walked to the living room. Ron dropped all the bottles on the floor and sat on the couch, placing his head in his hands. Harry followed suit, clearing off a place before sitting on the other cushion. For five minutes they sat in silence. Finally, Ron broke the peace by standing up, taking one of the empty bottles and chucking it at the wall. They watched it shatter before Ron sat back down heavily.

"He's going to be okay, right Harry?" he asked in a small voice. Harry took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Eventually, if we can be strong, and push him. It will be hard, he'll say things that he doesn't actually mean and wouldn't normally say to us, and it will hurt all the more that he says them. It will be a long hard fight, but yes, I think he'll be okay, Ron," Harry sighed. He stood up.

"Why don't we clean up a bit. This place is a complete mess. It will give us something to do, and maybe it'll cheer him up a bit when he sees it." Ron groaned.

"More bloody cleaning," he moaned as he stood up. "Where should we start?" They agreed on splitting up with Harry in the kitchen and Ron in the living room. They planned that who ever finished first would go on to the hallway, and the other would go to George's room. In the end, they flipped a coin to decide who got the bathroom, and Harry lost.

They got to work repairing anything they came across, and using excess amounts of scouring charms, and vanishing charms to just make the mess disappear if it were beyond repair and it was junk. They made sure to place any picture in a pile and save them for new photo albums.

Ron decided to fix the painting of the twins and spent several long minutes meticulously spelling it clean and repairing it carefully so that no seam showed around Fred's neck and George's ear. When he was done he stored it in a closet for safekeeping. For two hours they cleaned and renovated the flat, fixed random items that needed to be fixed and scoured the place till it shone. Soon, the only two rooms left were the bathroom, and Fred's room.

"Come on Harry, you lost the coin toss. The bathroom is your job, so get to it while I work on these books," Ron said as he picked up a mid-sized leather-bound tome.

"What are you going to be doing with them, we've fixed all we can. And may I remind you of what that toilet looked like, I'll need a muggle gas mask and bio-haz-mat suit to even open the door. Maybe we should leave it for George to clean, how that man made such a god-awful mess of one room like that is beyond me," Harry said as he wandered near Fred's door. He peeked in and saw that George had once again thrown up over the side of the bed. He wandered in quietly and cleaned his friend up, before wandering back out to the living room.

"He doing okay?" Harry shook his head and mimicked throwing up to which Ron shock his head. "You asked what I was going to do with the books? I'm looking for a Sobering charm or potion we can make before he wakes up. Remember dad? He made one for us before, but I don't want to ask him for the recipe, because he'd know why I needed it, and I don't think George needs a father-lecture right now." Harry looked at Ron in a new light. He'd do the equivalent to school work for his brother just so he wouldn't get in trouble. The act of brotherhood was astounding to him sometimes.

"I guess I'll get started on the bathroom. How does that Bubble head charm go again?" Harry wandered away a few minutes later looking like a cartoon, while Ron sat there chuckling to himself.

Ron was reading a spell about getting rid of morning breath when he heard a yelp from the bathroom. He jumped up and ran, placing the bubble-head charm on himself just in case. When he arrived he saw Harry, bubble around his head, sweat dripping down his face, sticking a plunger in the toilet and rapidly shoving it up and down, brackish water spilling onto the floor at an alarming pace. Ron began laughing.

"Don't just stand there you idiot, help me!" Harry shouted. Ron pulled out his wand and began vanishing the water. His laughter caused him to mess the spell up a few times and caused the water to turn into a gelatinous, brown goober covering the entire floor. Ron began laughing so hard he couldn't speak. Harry was yelling at him, and cursing loudly, interspersed with his own laughter. He raised a foot as to better place it for more leverage and began a weird dance as if he were slipping around on ice. After a moment he was able to still himself without spilling over into the slippery goop.

Harry was getting frustrated, what with the overflowing toilet, giant brown pile of goo on the floor, and his howling friend his anger began to boil over like the toilet in front of him. Ron was bent double trying hard to breath again, thankful for the bubble around his head supplying fresh, good smelling air. He took a deep breath, and was smacked upside the head with something wet and rubbery. He looked at the floor and saw a dirty plunger. Harry was suddenly laughing very hard.

"That is so bloody, effing disgusting, Harry!" Ron squealed. He began sending cleaning spells at his head to get off all of the refuse. Harry, chortling to himself, vanished the goober on the floor and the water in the toilet, since he no longer had control of the plunger.

Since the toilet was taken care of, Ron wandered back to the living room to resume his study for a Sobering charm, muttering to himself the whole way.

Harry finished the bathroom at the same time Ron 'found' a spell, though Harry suspected that he found it earlier, but didn't want to help out with the bathroom from hell he was now calling it. They decided to wake up George before administering the charm and walked back to the bedroom.

Harry stood behind Ron while Ron walked up to his brother. He placed his hand on his shoulder and began to shake George, softly at first then more violently.

"George. George, wake up! George," Ron called slowly getting louder. George snorted and snored and rolled over. Harry tried to cover his giggle, but Ron turned and glared.

"What is funny about this? He too pissed to even wake up, help me out here," Ron said as he turned back to George. Harry went around to the other side of the bed and they both began shaking George and yelling his name. George groaned and tried to cover his head with his arms but they held fast and wouldn't let him.

"Wha-th-bloody-ell? Whaddya wan?" George mumbled with his cotton tongue. He tried to open his blood shot eyes, but it was too bright so he groaned and went to cover them.

"Come on George, we need you awake. You need to see what we did for you," Ron said as he struggled to pull George's dead weight to the edge of the bed and make him sit up.

"What? Ron? Harry? What are you two doing here?" George asked thickly, still not helping them in the least to make him sit up.

"We came by to see you, mate. And found your flat a mess and you passed out drunk. We thought you were dead at first. I need you sober for this, Sobrius." Harry spoke the sobering charm and George groaned loudly as he grabbed his head. He abruptly leaned forward and vomited on the floor between his feet. He placed his head between his knees and moaned. Harry cleaned the floor with a wave of his wand.

"George we really need to talk with you about—" George interrupted Harry.

"Just go away! You already did enough with that bloody damn spell, I'm not in the mood to talk right now. Just go home," George said with his head between his knees still. Ron's mouth fell open and his eyes widened.

"No. We're not leaving George, until I've had my say. You can either come out to the living room or we'll—"

"Or you'll what? Tell my mummy on me? Go ahead, it's not like she can do anything to stop me. I'd like to see you try to stop me from doing what I want," George said angrily he stood up and swayed, Ron caught his arm to balance him. Instead of thanking his brother, George wrenched his arm out of Ron's grasp and stumbled towards the bathroom.

Harry and Ron shared a glance that said, this is going to be harder than we thought. They stood up and followed George into the hall. He slammed the door of the bathroom in their faces so they waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, after waiting ten minutes they knocked and heard George yell, "Go Away!"

They glanced at each other before Ron grabbed the door handle and turned. It was locked so he muttered Alohomora, and turned the knob. They saw the lid to the toilet tank on the counter, and George sitting on the floor, a half-empty bottle of Firewhiskey to his lips. His eyes were already glazed over and his cheeks were red. Ron growled and marched forward. He grabbed the bottle and pulled it away, sloshing it all the way down his brothers front.

"Hey! What the bloody hell, I was drinking that!" George yelled. He attempted to get up off the floor but fell against the tub and hit his head. He lay there groaning while Ron dumped the whiskey down the sink drain.

"I can't believe you George! How could you let yourself go like this? What would Fred say?" Ron bellowed. George sat up rapidly and Harry saw a furious look on his face.

"Don't you dare say that name! That name is forbidden! Never say it again!" George screamed with a manic glint to his eyes. Harry blanched.

"Fred, Fred, Fred, Fred, Fred! FRED!" Ron screamed the last name so loudly Harry thought his ear drums might bleed. George lay back down on the ground and covered his ears and yelled incomprehensible words to drown out Ron's screaming. Harry put a hand on Ron's arm when he was finished.

Ron was breathing heavily, his eyes clouded over from the pain of what they had to do. He started shaking his head. Harry pulled him into the hallway and shut the bathroom door.

"I don't think I can do this Harry. Look at him, he's broken, what can two teenagers do for him? I don't think…I can't do this, hurt him like this," Ron muttered, angrily wiping tears away. Harry put a hand on his shoulder.

"Ron, we have too. Your mum, she wouldn't be able to handle this, your dad would take a different approach that might not work. George is kinda like me, he needs this more than you understand. You've done this for me in the past, woken me up to the mistakes I was making by pushing people away. We have to be strong, for George and for Fred. You heard what he said in that corridor, it's not George's time. George needs us, but he'll push us away. We can't let him do that right now. Okay?" Ron took a shaky breath but nodded firmly. Harry opened the door to find George laying on the ground next to the tub staring at the ceiling with his mouth hanging open slightly. Harry shook his head and steeled himself.

"Come on George, get yourself up, come on," Harry said as he and Ron each took an arm and heaved the drunken red-head to his feet. George was cognitive enough that when he was upright he tried to wrench his arms from the boys but when he broke free of the startled Harry and Ron, he started to fall forward. Harry whipped his wand out and thought Levicorpus and George's feet spun and rose into the air before his body could hit the ground. George promptly vomited on their feet and passed out.

"Ew, Harry did you have to do that?" Ron asked with a disgusted look on his face at he vanished the pile of sick off of the their feet.

"It was the first thing I could think of, come on, let's float him out to the sofa before we wake him up." Ron pushed George's floating body while Harry maintained the spell keeping him in the air. He canceled it out when George was above the couch and his body landed softly in a heap on the newly cleaned and repaired couch. Ron sat him upright and Harry woke him up and did the sobering charm once more, this time he held a bucket in front of George's face so he could puke into that. Once that was cleaned up and George was opening his mouth to yell again, Harry froze him in a body bind.

"I don't care what you think or if you could care less by what I have to say, but I am not going to deal with that bathroom ordeal again. I came here to tell you something, and damnit you are going to listen. George, I own half the shares to this shop, and I am going to make sure it doesn't go under. I am protecting my interests in this shop by hiring several workers to keep it up and running while you deal with your grief." Harry removed the body bind and waited for the tirade to begin, and he didn't have to wait long.

"You think you can just come in here and take over our shop? Well, your wrong! It's mine and if I don't feel like running it right now, than you have NO say in what I do or don't do! I don't care if you own half the shares, that's is easily remedied, I will be taking back Fred's half of the shares and I will own them. In fact, I don't want you to even be part owner anymore, we've paid you back plenty of what you gave us, and we don't owe you anything anymore.

"You think you can just walk right in here and run this shop yourself? Well, as much as I would enjoy seeing you FAIL, I care about this shop enough to not want to see it get run into the ground by some half-pint, wanna-be hero with a bloody scar on his head wanting more fame than he deserves! Get the hell out of my house and don't bother coming back!" George finished yelling at Harry and went to get up but found himself frozen again. He rolled his eyes and turned red, his anger showing through the bind's magic.

"Actually, George, I found the paperwork while we cleaned this flat for you. Didn't you notice? This place is spotless, and you didn't even thank us. The paperwork that both you and Fred signed was tucked away in a folder on a bookshelf. You both signed and dated it, so that means its official. The only way you can get back Fred's shares, is to buy them from me, and guess what. I'm not selling.

"You, George Weasley, are stuck with me. Legally, I can do anything I want to this shop if you are threatening its well being. I can hire, fire, and do anything I want if you wont do it. So you can either get off you arse and do it yourself, or I will." Harry lifted the spell so George could get a word in his defense.

"I can't believe you Harry! You used to be cool and what? Now you're Mr. Responsible? What happened to you?" George spat.

"Nothing happened to me, George. Maybe I grew up a bit over the last year, but nothing really has changed with me. It's you who's changed. Getting pissed before noon everyday? Trashing your flat? Leaving yours and Fred's business to run into the ground? Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was yours and Fred's dream! You left school early so you could open up the shop! It's not me that's changed, its you. And you are a pitiful site. Why do you think it was me and Ron that came today and not your mum? Because she doesn't know Percy stopped checking in on you. She thinks the shop is almost ready to open again because you've been working so hard the last week! She would be horrified to find this place the way we did! I had to check you for a bloody pulse, damnit! We thought you were dead!"

"I wish I was! You said it was mine and Fred's dream to start this shop? Fred AND mine! And! There is no Weasley's Wizard Wheezes without two Weasley's! It was always Fred and George this, Fred and George that, this was both our dreams. How am I supposed to keep it going when half the dream is missing? Now, it's just a burden on me! So go ahead, Harry, take it all, all my shares and the rest of Fred's too, take it all! I don't care anymore! I'm lucky if I care enough to get out of bed in the morning to take a shite, let alone to care about a bloody shop! I JUST DON'T CARE!" George screamed.

"You don't care? I don't believe that, George Weasley. I think you care a lot more than you let on. In the last five minutes, you've talked about Fred in the present tense a couple times, 'We've paid you back; we don't owe you anything.' FRED is DEAD! He is NEVER coming back! Get this in your head because the way your face is crumbling and your eyes are watering, I can see that you do care. More than you want anyone to know." Harry sat next to George and Ron sat on the other side. Harry continued in a more subdued voice.

"I've been where you are George. I know what it feels like to lose someone you love. Someone you thought would be there forever. There's a hole in your heart where they were, the closer they were the larger the hole. It never fully gets filled again, but you have to understand, have to, it does get better! You have to want it to get better! Getting pissed for days in a row, trashing your flat, cutting up Fred's pictures are spur of the moment things you do in a fit of drunken rage to anger the person your mad at, but if that person is gone forever, in the end you only hurt yourself.

"Don't be afraid to ask for help, because when we see you falling into a hole that you might not be able to get out of, we have to say hurtful things to you to make you see that we care. Please, stop drinking, take a shower, get dressed and come to dinner tonight at Grimmauld Place. Hermione's parents are there, your parents will be there, Bill and Fleur will be there, we're having a little party before we have to leave for America in a couple days. Okay?" George sniffed and nodded, staring at his hands. Ron looked to Harry and nodded.

"I've gotten rid of all the whiskey. All I could find that is, I missed the one in the toilet. Harry, you were going to meet Ginny, why don't I stay here with George while he gets ready. I'll come with him for dinner," Ron stood and helped George to his feet. Harry stood also.

"You sure, mate?" he asked Ron, who nodded and helped George to his bedroom. Harry walked down the stairs and out the front door, locking it behind him. He wandered up the alley planning his next trip to knock some sense into someone.

His idea was to get Ginny and apparate to Denis's house. Talk to him, yell if necessary, and finally visit Colin's grave. He reached an Apparition point and popped back to his house.

"Ginny?" he called out. He heard feet running down a hallway upstairs and down a flight of stairs. Ginny came into sight and hugged him tightly before a slower, calmer Hermione came into sight.

"Where's Ron? And how's George doing?" Ginny asked hurriedly and in a whisper.

"Ron is with George still, I didn't want to miss our meeting with Denis. I can tell you more later tonight, alright? We have to get going. George and Ron will be coming later for dinner, Hermione, do you want to come with us?" Hermione shook her head.

"No, I'll stay here. I want to talk more with my parents. I'll let Mrs. Weasley know about George coming for dinner. Do you know when you'll be back? You wont have much time, it's already a quarter to five." Harry looked at his watch, surprised it took so long at the flat.

"We'll be back by six, half past at the latest. Alright? Tell Mrs. Weasley that if we're running late to start without us. We'll be fine with leftovers. Did anyone respond to our letters?" Harry replied.

"Yes, Katie and Angelina both can't make it tonight, but they both said tomorrow morning would be better. I sent back a reply saying that would be okay, meet us at the Leaky Cauldron. I figured we can bring them here to talk to them since no one will be at the Burrow to meet them, and we know them well enough that they won't tell anyone about the location of the house," said Hermione.

"Well, neither would the others. Verity is the only one I really don't know very well, but the others are all okay. We can tell them the location of my house tonight. If anyone else responds tell them about tomorrow. We've really got to get going. Bye," Harry pulled Ginny out the front door and they popped out of sight.

They reappeared next to a small house. Harry looked around for anyone who might have seen them arrive out of thin air and saw no one. They stood up from their crouches and walked to the front door and knocked. A woman answered the door.

"Hello?" she looked at them quizzically.

"Er, hello, I don't know if you remember us, we were friend's of Colin's. We came to see Denis if that's okay?" Harry said quickly. Ginny looked at him and smiled.

"We are Harry and Ginny," she added.

"Ah, right, I remember you from the funeral. Come in. I'm sorry to tell you but Denis went out for a walk about an hour ago. He's been doing this a lot lately and he tends to not come back for several hours. I think he goes to his brother's gravesite," she added sadly. They walked into the living room and saw Denis's dad sitting watching the television; a beer in one hand, a remote in the other. He was flipping through the channels too fast to see anything.

"Dear, a couple of Colin's friends from school are here. Say hello," she said to the man as she left the room quickly. He turned and they saw deep pouches under his red eyes. He attempted a smile, but it turned out more like a grimace.

"Hello, there, how are you two?" he asked softly.

"We're doing alright, I guess. Are you okay?" Ginny said hesitantly.

"Well, I'm doing better than I was a week or so ago. I'm working through some things, but otherwise, I'm doing okay. Better than Denis at least," he sighed. His wife walked back into the room carrying a tray of lemonade and biscuits. She set it on a tray near the couch and handed each of them a cup and a napkin with a cookie on it.

The four of them sat and talked for several minutes about small things like the weather, and Australia. Finally, Harry asked a question he had to work up the courage to ask.

"May I possibly see some of Colin's photo's? I remember him having many hanging on the wall in his room when we got here for the funeral, and I wanted to see if he had a particular one," he said. Crystina looked at Harvey and back at Harry before she nodded.

A few minutes later he was in Colin's room looking at his wall of photographs with Ginny. She knew what to look for but not why. Crystina was standing in the doorway watching. After Harry had explained that he didn't have any pictures of just him and Colin, she had been eager to let him find one to keep. Finally, after searching for fifteen minutes and through box after box and book after book, he found one. Colin had asked him for Defense help for his homework. Harry was standing next to him, showing him how to hold his wand the right way for a Patronus charm. Harry showed him the wand movement and the right pronunciation and Colin shot off the spell like a pro. A giant Border collie Corporal Patronus shot out of this wand and cantered around the room. Harry remembered people cheering for Colin and the smile on his face was the biggest Harry had ever seen on him.

He held up the picture and Ginny saw it, and smiled.

"I remember taking that. Colin was so happy to see someone had gotten that moment on film," she said sadly.

"May I ask what spell that was?" Crystina asked quietly. Harry looked up.

"A Patronus charm. It repels Dementors, which are dark creatures. This was the first time Colin had been able to make one Corporal like this. His animal was a Border collie. It fit him, because he was always so hyper, yet fiercely loyal. This was right before Dumbledore died and school closed after my sixth year, Ginny and Colin's fifth. May I keep this?" Harry asked. Crystina nodded and smiled.

Harry and Ginny thanked Denis's parents for the picture and lemonade as they walked out the front door. They wandered down the street towards the cemetery looking for Denis. While they walked Harry conjured a frame to put the picture in so it wouldn't get wrinkled. They meandered their way up the path into the cemetery and up the hill to where Colin was buried. As they got near they saw a crouched figure sitting near-by.

"Denis? Is that you?" Ginny called out. The figure moved and turned.

"Ginny? Is that you?" he called back. Ginny sped up and Harry followed her at a trot. They arrived at the grave and saw Denis sitting on a jacket spread out on the ground, leaning against the side of the stone. They could read Colin Wilson Creevey Born November 11th, 1981 Died May 2nd, 1998 Beloved Son and Brother, Talented Photographer, We will miss you.

Ginny began tearing up after reading the stone that hadn't been there the last time they had visited.

"What are you two doing here? Just visiting? Or did you come looking for me?" Denis asked in a monotone voice.

"Both. I actually came to put something here, something I should have done for Colin a long time ago." Harry sighed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the photograph. He pulled the photo out of the frame and pulled a quill out of his other pocket. He scribbled something on the picture and replaced it into the frame. He said a few spells on the frame and finally stuck it on the marble in front of the stone. Denis watched him do this with a blank look on his face. Ginny held onto Harry's arm silently crying. "I made it so that the rain wont ruin it, and it can't be seen by Muggles. It's also got a semi-permanent sticking charm on it so the wind can't tip it over. I asked your mum, and she said it was okay. I also wanted to talk to you," Harry began. Denis stood up and picked up the jacket and put it on. He began walking away from them without saying anything.

"Denis, wait. We just want to talk for a few minutes. Please?" Ginny called after him. Denis turned around and waved his arms out.

"Why? What could you possibly have to say to me? You don't know what I'm going through, so you can't say that, you wouldn't dare say that I should move on, because that would just be insensitive. What could you possibly say to me? He died bravely, and wouldn't want you to mope? Well, guess what? I don't care what he would've wanted right now, I don't feel like listening to what a bunch of so called friends have to say. So bugger off, and leave me alone!" Denis shouted at them as he wandered backwards towards the gate. Harry sighed.

"Ginny whatever you do, don't stop me, alright? Don't say anything to contradict me, or make him think that you don't agree with me. You won't like this, but trust me, it will help," Harry muttered. As soon as Ginny nodded, he shot a spell at Denis's back. Ginny gasped as they watched Denis fell forward and hit the ground.

"Harry!" Ginny started but Harry looked at her with raised eyebrows and she shut up.

"I had to do something like this to George earlier, please, don't stop me or say anything," he muttered. She looked from Harry to Denis and back to Harry before she nodded once more. They walked over to Denis and picked him up. They brought him back to Colin's gravestone and propped him up. Harry whispered a few spells to make sure no one would see or hear them and then turned to Denis.

He saw that Denis's eyes were wide and surprised.

"Okay, Denis. I hate doing this, but it seems that stubborn people need the tough love today. I'm sorry your brother died, it's a real tragedy, and no I'm not being melodramatic. Colin was a great person. He was an awesome friend and a better brother. As much as I still blame myself for every death that happened that day, I know that everyone who died, including your brother, would NOT want us to waste our life now that we have our freedom and peace weeping and wallowing in depression because we lost them. I'm going to let you free and I really want you to stay and talk to us. Okay?" Harry asked as he lifted the spell. Denis, finding himself free and able to move, stepped forward towards Harry and reached his arm back and punched Harry in the face. Harry reeled back from the hit and Ginny ran for Harry as she yelled, "Denis!"

Ginny grabbed Harry's arm and led him to a bench nearby where she looked at his nose and declared it broken. Harry looked up and saw Denis walking away so he stood up and ran toward the younger boy.

"Dedis! Dedis, wait! I still wad da talk to you! Please, Dedis stop!" Harry was yelling through the bleeding of his nose. Ginny ran after him and they caught up to the short boy.

"Dedis, I dow you did't bead to do that. I'b dot go-ig to say adythig about it. Just, please stop ruddig frub us." Harry was pleading with Denis as they walked. Denis stared forward with a stony look on his face. Harry kept talking and trying to get the other boy to stop walking. Ginny decided to try a different tactic.

"Never mind Harry. Denis obviously doesn't want to know about Colin coming to you in a dream. Obviously he's hurting too much to care that other people care about him, and want to help. Why don't we just go home, mum can fix you nose and we can have dinner." Harry stopped walking and looked at her weird. She winked and he caught on once he noticed that Denis had stopped walking also. He looked at Denis and shrugged.

"Dedis, you dow where you cad fide be. If you wad to talk, let be dow ad I'll cobe over adytibe. Okay?" Harry said quietly as he turned to walk away.

"Wait," Denis said calmly. He turned to look at Harry and Ginny. "Colin came to you too?" was all he said to get them to drop their jaws.

"Yes," was the only thing Harry said. Denis looked at his feet before asking when.

"Couple dights ago," Harry responded. Denis took a deep breath.

"Everywhere I go, I think I see him. Out of the corner of my eyes, I'll turn and it'll just be some one with blonde hair, or some fool waving a camera about. The other day I went to the market in town and saw someone with blonde hair walking ahead of me, and I followed them for three blocks before they turned and stared at me. I didn't even realize that it was a little girl until she turned around. I just feel so…I know I was at the funeral, but at the same time, I keep expecting him to shove a camera in my face and take a picture of me or walk through the front door and I don't know why.

"If I go five minutes without thinking about him, I feel guilty. I don't want to forget him, but I don't know how I can go on with my life unless I do and this makes me feel even guiltier. Then, I get angry, because why do I have to feel guilty? He shouldn't even have been at the school! We were in hiding! If it weren't for that blasted coin, he wouldn't have run off that night and he'd still be alive!

"It's just not fair! And now I get to listen to a bunch of wankers coming in to tell me what he would've wanted? I don't care what you think Potter! You can kiss my arse, because I'm not going to sit here and have you tell me some croc about how Colin came to you in a dream and told you to act the saint and help me out of my grief! It's mine and I don't plan on giving it up anytime soon! My only brother died, and I have the right to spend as much time as I want grieving, and no one, not even the Hero of the wizarding world is going to tell me how to feel! Now leave me alone, or I'm calling the cops!" Denis shouted as he spun around and ran down the lane towards his house. Harry and Ginny stood there in shock. It had been the most they had ever heard Denis say in one moment ever.

Harry sighed and rubbed his nose which he instantly regretted.

"Ow," he said weakly. Ginny patted his arm and they walked away from the cemetery.

"Come on, let's go home."

A/N: Well, they finally got the login problem fixed. Okay, so I am not liking the next chapter, it's kind of dull, but I feel like it's long enough so I'm posting this chapter now. Tell me what you think of it! Please! Do you like the goblin subplot? How about how I had them handle George? Was it too forceful? Should I drag it out? Idea's people…what do you want to see? I have my general outline for what's going to happen for this story, but minor things like do I drag out George's moods is something I want to know if you like. How did you like Denis? Was he too OOC? Or does it seem reasonable for him to act this way? Please review!

Author suggestion: I think everyone should go read a short story called Miss Hogwarts. Harry in drag competing in a Miss Hogwarts pageant…it was so funny! Words cannot describe how many times I snorted liquid out my nose during this story. And its H/G! the story ID is 1106424. Go read it!