A/N: It's been forever since I've updated… because 5 days is forever when it comes to updating, right? :P it's not like I didn't want to, though. I think I was wrong about school making me update, even thought it did make we want to. :) Anyway, here's the story before I get carried away with pointless rambling (or have I already…?)

"Wake up, George, you're going to be late!" Bridgette yelled for the second time this morning.

"Good morning to you too," George mock-glared.

"Don't be so sarcastic, Georgie-poo-"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

"Touchy." Bridgette mumbled just loud enough for George to hear.

"Do we HAVE to start off the day like this? I think I'm going back to sleep."

"George, don't. Where's your prankster spirit? Did it run away to live with the Malfoys?"

"No way!"

"Exactly. Just remember, you have to leave around 10:30 in the morning. That's in an hour. I am not going to be working today," it was then that George realized she was wearing bright blue robes instead of her white Healer ones, "so you'll have to be responsible for the first time in your life."

"Oi! I can be responsible when I want to be. And why aren't you working?"

"You never want to be, so you aren't. I'm not working because the Head Healer gave me permission to take the day off."

"Well, obviously. But why did you take it off?"

"George, that's personal."

"You never minded sharing personal stuff before."

"Well, alright, geez. I'm taking the day off so I can visit my friend, okay? He lives halfway across the country."

"Oh. What's his name?"

"William." Using Bill's name wouldn't be a complete lie, since he would be there.

"Okay."

"Anyway, see you around, George."

"Bye, Bridgette." When Bridgette left, George just lay in bed, looking out the window. It was a bright, sunny, day. There were fluffy, white clouds in the air. He remembered hearing something about those clouds bringing a sunny day, with rain the next, but he wasn't sure where he heard it. Oh well, he thought. George looked at the clock. Only 10 minutes left! He got up and got dressed in a rush. Luckily, his arm was better; he wasn't sure he'd make it if he was slowed down by that. Once he had put on his favorite bright red robes, the ones Fred had insisted on wearing to his wedding one day, even though they weren't formal, he grabbed his stuff, which was just clothes and a few gifts from his family and friends, he walked out the door, checked himself out, and flooed to the Burrow.

"Hello. Bridgette, is it?"

"Yes, and who exactly are you?" Bridgette had just arrived at the Burrow, and a woman she didn't remember had answered the door for her.

"I am Audrey, Percy's girlfriend."

"Hello, Audrey. The decorations look nice."

"They do, I wish I could've helped."

"Same here. Where's Molly?"

"She's-"

"Right here! Hello, Bridgette!" Molly had arrived, as if on cue.

"Hi, Molly."

"I'll go help finish the cake. Nice meeting you, Bridgette." Audrey left.

"So, when will George be arriving?" Molly asked.

"Around 10:30. It's 10:16 right now."

"Oh my goodness! I must make sure everything's set, thanks Bridgette!" Molly ran off.

"Everyone, in your positions! He'll be here in five minutes!" Molly screamed at the top of her lungs 9 minutes later. It's surprising no one went deaf.

George felt the familiar sense of traveling by Floo powder. But when he entered the Burrow, it was not familiar. For one thing, all the furniture had been moved around, and there were pictures of Bill's wedding, Ginny's graduation, Charlie with Norberta, and basically anything recent. George had expected this, considering he hadn't seen the living room in three years, and he knew Molly loved to change it around. However, he most certainly was not expecting it to be empty like this. In fact, it seemed like the Weasleys were on vacation. There were no lights on, there was no meal being prepared, or meat lying out on the counter. It was eerily quiet, the ghoul wasn't even making any noise. If it weren't for the pictures, George would've felt sure he'd got off at the wrong grate.

"Hello?" he called. No answer. He ran upstairs to look in everyone's room. Maybe they'd slept in. But all the rooms were seemingly empty. There was no one outside for miles, it seemed. Where was everyone?

He was about to Apparate to Lee Jordan's house, thinking his best mate could help him out, but then realized he'd forgotten where Lee lived. He couldn't think of anywhere to go, except the shop. Maybe everyone was there, thinking he would floo there. But as he pulled his wand out, he thought he heard breathing. George's eyes widened. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he spun around, to see who was there.

A/N: yeah, yeah, I know it's evil to leave it there. Even Voldy-moldy wouldn't have done that. (then again, he doesn't write fan fiction, so he'd probably abandon the story after a plagiarized first chapter.) anyway, the more reviews, the faster the update. Plus it's the weekend! :)