A/N: Sorry this isn't as long as the first chapter. I actually hadn't planned on writing a second chapter in the first place, but I figured I might as well try!
George stood outside of Shell Cottage, facing the cold water. The breeze swept up from the sea, ruffling his hair. He pulled his baggy sweater tighter around his thin frame. His parents had sent him to stay with Bill and Fleur after he had run out of the house two weeks ago.
"He's been out there for hours," Ginny muttered to Harry. She turned away from the window, wrapping her arms around Harry's waist. He kissed her forehead, glancing at Ron in concern.
Ron turned away from the window, and toward Bill. "How has he been?"
Bill sighed, sinking into a chair. He gestured out the window, "Exactly like this."
Fleur stepped up behind her husband, rubbing his shoulders with pale hands, "'e 'as not spoken a word in two weeks."
The back door slammed shut and everyone turned as George walked in. He avoided eye contact, not even acknowledging his two youngest siblings and their partners. He had lost weight, his already thin limbs now almost comically stick-like. He pulled off his sweater as he walked through the room, tossing it onto one of the overstuffed armchairs. He shivered as he started up the stairs.
"George," Ron said softly.
George paused, then turned. The dark circles under his eyes were almost black, and his skin was sallow.
"We've, uh, we've come to visit you," Ron continued, waving his hand at Harry, Hermione and Ginny.
George nodded once.
"How are you feeling?" Hermione asked awkwardly.
George just looked at her, breathing shallowly.
Tears flecked the corners of Hermione's eyes and she impatiently brushed them aside. Ron's hand reached over, his warm, rough skin clasping hers.
George turned away, climbing up the stairs without looking back.
That night, at dinner, everyone was silent. George was still up in the guest room.
"Has he eaten today?" Ginny asked.
Bill shook his head, "He didn't eat yesterday either."
"Maybe somebody should go check on him?" Harry looked around at the others.
Fleur shook her head, pale hair falling over her shoulders, "'e keeps 'is door locked."
Everyone turned when they heard a small noise at the doorway. George walked into the room, still refusing to look at anyone. He grabbed a glass from the cupboard, filled it with water at the sink, then turned and walked out.
Harry turned back to his food, feeling sick.
There was the sound of breaking glass and a soft gasp in the other room. Everyone got to their feet, peering around the doorway.
George was crouched on the floor, gathering small pieces of glass from the floor.
Ron hurried over, dropping to his knees and helping his brother gather the pieces of shattered glass.
A sliver of glass slipped in George's hand, slicing the pad of his thumb open. George gazed down at his hand, blood welling up from the wound.
"Are you okay?" Ron stared at George's face, trying to detect a flicker of emotion on the man's blank face.
George glanced up at Ron. He got to his feet, brushing past the others to dump the pieces of glass in the trashcan. He rinsed his cut hand off in the sink, wiping the blood off on his pants. Silently, he walked back out of the kitchen and toward the stairs.
"George," Ron called.
George glanced over his shoulder at his younger brother.
"Just… remember what I said, okay?"
George blinked, then climbed up the stairs, the door to the guest room slamming closed moments later.
A/N: Again, I'm sorry this was so short!