A/N: Sorry it took me so long to upload, my mom has been unplugging my wireless router every night. This chapter is dedicated to all of my readers!

George was back in the Great Hall, clutching Fred to his chest. The pain was unbelieveable. Fred was gone. He was never coming back. George was alone.

George woke with a start, gasping. He looked around, then remembered where he had fallen asleep. He looked at Harry and his two brothers on the couch. He gazed at them for a long second, feeling one of his eyebrows rising.

Fleur appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, clutching a large bowl to her chest. She giggled at the expression on George's face, then smiled softly at him. "Breakfast is almost ready, if you are 'ungry."

George nodded, then got to his feet, stretching his long arms. He walked into the kitchen, and sat at the table.

Fleur tried to hide her surprise, "I made some eggs and bacon."

George nodded again, resting his head on one hand.

Fleur set a plate in front of him and turned to get herself a cup of tea. She sat back at the table, watching, pleasantly surprised, as George began to eat his breakfast.

"'Ow did you sleep last night?"

George shrugged, taking another bite of eggs.

Fleur realized she was beaming at her brother-in-law. "George, I wanted to let you know that I love you like my own brother."

George looked up at her, a piece of bacon sticking out of his mouth.

She suppressed a giggle. "I'm always 'ere for you, if you need me."

George nodded, one of his hands gently touching her arm.

Suddenly flustered, Fleur stood. She filled a cup with tea and set it in front of George. "I'm going to wake the others."

She walked out of the kitchen, rushing to Bill as soon as George couldn't see her anymore. She shook his shoulder, waking him.

"Wha- where-?" Bill looked around. His eyes fell on Fleur and he smiled, grabbing her hand and kissing it. "Good morning, darling."

"Bill, it's George. 'E's eating!"

Bill jumped to feet, jolting Ron, who muttered a swear under his breath and curled around a pillow. He followed Fleur into the kitchen. George was sitting at the table, shoving the last of his bacon into his mouth. He turned when Bill walked in, raising his eyebrow at how flustered his older brother looked.

"You're eating!" Bill said slightly too loud.

George nodded slowly, narrowing his eyes.

"Bill, stop making a scene," Fleur muttered.

George got to his feet, putting his plate on the counter. He walked to the front hall, grabbing Fred's jacket from the closet and pulling it on. He glanced over his shoulder at Bill and Fleur, then opened the door and walked out.

…

Bill sat in the kitchen, watching Fleur hurry around, making lunch.

"Where do you think he went?"

Fleur looked over her shoulder at her husband. Bill was staring out the window, a concerned expression on his scarred face. He looked up at her, frowning. She set down the bowl she had been holding and sat down on his lap, winding her arms around his shoulders. She kissed his forehead. "Wherever 'e is, I'm sure 'e is fine."

Bill smiled up at her, "I love you."

They leaned into each other, kissing.

The back door opened and they pulled apart, looking up at George. George's eyes were wide, and his ear was turning red. He backed out slowly, pulling the door closed behind him.

Bill looked up at Fleur, and the two of them burst out laughing.

…

Ron heard loud laughter and sat up. He rubbed his neck, looking around. How long had he been sleeping? He heard a groan on the floor and looked down. Harry was lying on the floor, his glasses askew, and his hair tossed over his scar. He snorted, tapping Harry's side with his foot. Harry frowned, closing his eyes tighter and rolling away.

The front door closed and Ron looked up as George walked into the living room. They locked eyes with each other. Ron saw the horror, fear, and loneliness in his older brother's eyes, but for the first time in a long time, he could have sworn there was a shimmer of mirth.

A/N: I tried to make this chapter a little happier, mostly because it's really emotionally draining to write Depressed!George. I'd like to see him starting to feel a little better soon.