Disclaimer- I do not own the Harry Potter series

Authors Note- alright everybody sorry for not updating in a very long time. I'm really sorry but I've had writers block for everything Harry Potter :( I don't know what the problem was I just couldn't think of anything and get in the mood to think about it. So sorry again and I promise I'll have at least another three chapter in a decent amount of time since I already have another one finished :)

Harry woke early the next morning. His dreams had been brutal and there wasn't anyway he would be getting back to sleep. He assumed it was just before dawn and knew no one else would be up at a time like this so he crept quietly down to the Gryffindor common room.

He flopped down on the nearest arm chair and made himself comfortable in front of the crackling fire. It took him a few minutes before he realized that he wasn't alone.

"George what are you doing down here?" Harry asked the remaining twin.

"Couldn't sleep. You?" he responded shortly, not looking at Harry.

"Same." Harry responded in kind. He didn't know how to talk to George, sure he had lost people and it hurt every moment, but losing a twin. That was just something different, it was like losing a part of you, part of your soul. Harry tried not to dwell on what memories that thought brought to mind. He had harbored a piece of Voldemorts soul. Would he become more like him as time went on? What kind of effects would the whole experience have?

"Harry?" George's voice broke his thoughts.

"Yeah."

"How...how do you do it?" George asked looking up with his dark brown eyes. Instead of being filled with a sparkle and a glint of mischief they looked blank and dull.

"Do what?" Harry asked gently, even though he could have guessed what George was meaning.

"How do you deal with loosing someone you love?"

Harry had seen this coming; he just didn't want to have to answer it. How do you explain that you don't ever loose that feeling of hurt? That everything you do and everywhere you go will remind you of that person and only time will ease the pain? He was at a loss for words. He didn't want to have to be the one to tell George that to be able to move on with your life you would have to let the person go?

"You try to remember them as best you can..." Harry finally said his voice trailing off into memories far distant.

"But what do you do when you start forgetting the little things? Like how their eyes crinkle when they smile or which shoe they tie first. What do you do when the first thing you wake up in the morning is turn on your side and look for someone who's not there, good morning just lingering on your lips for someone who will never hear it? What do you do?"

"I don't know George, I just don't know."

"But...but, Harry, you've done it. You do it all the time. I see how slight things change the glint in your eyes. How sometimes your face changes when you think no one's looking. You're so strong and don't let any of your emotions show. How do you do it?"

"I just...I try to save the pain for another time."

George just looked at him with those blank, dead eyes not knowing what to make of the statement.

"And what if there is no, other time?"

"Then the pain with consume you and eventually you'll explode. But that's not what you need to do. George, what you need to do is remember Fred it the best ways there are. You need to make sure that people laugh at jokes and pranks. You need to make sure that peoples hair turns purple at random times and be there to laugh hysterically at their misfortune. That is how you can remember Fred, by what you guys loved best..."

"How can I laugh when my brother is dead? How can I get on with my life when half of it is missing? Harry, I thought you of all people would understand, you have lost so much, come so far, and been so strong, yet somehow you can still move on. How dare you forget them?" George huffed, sitting down after he had stood up for his last statement.

"I don't forget them, George, I never have..."

Harry stared at the distraught boy before him, wondering what was going through his mind. Life wasn't supposed to be like this. Families were supposed to be together, children were supposed to be happy and ignorant but families were torn apart and broken forever and children were maturing and losing their childhood to fight in a war that was never theirs...

Harry couldn't take it anymore. This place, these people, they expect him to be able to take care of everything. He was expected to defeat the dark lord, a seventeen year old kid expected to defeat the dark lord. Against all odds he was successful, and now, after he had done that, he needs to pick up the pieces? Why did they expect so much of him? Why?

He ran from the room, leaving George alone to his wallowing sorrow. Tears were streaming down his face, the walls were blurs to his eyes, and he needed to get away, anywhere. He stumbled down the halls not stopping until he ran into something, or someone.

"Watch it!" the person said from the ground and seeing who it was added a sneer. "Potter."

Harry didn't turn around just kept on running, he didn't care what Malfoy had to say.

"Hey! Come back here, Potter, I got something I want to tell you!" Malfoy said, now standing up and chasing after Harry.

A curse hit a piece of undamaged wall near Harry's head causing him to duck and turn around, being forced to duel Malfoy.

"You afraid Potter?"

"You forget, Malfoy, that I am the one who defeated the darkest wizard around and your master," Harry yelled back, sending curse after curse at the blond boy.

"From what I saw, it was just luck!"

Harry then did something unexpected and unanticipated. He rushed Malfoy going in zigzags and grabbed hold of his wand sending it flying behind his back and got right up in his face.

"Scared, Malfoy? Because I would be scared right now if I was you. I have had enough of your arrogance and destruction. I am done with you and anyone else who thinks to stand in my way, and I am not afraid to use force. This is the last straw and if you want to bear the consequences, be my guest, and be the first grave that is dug," Harry whispered angrily in his face making Malfoy cower like the weasel he is. His facial expression changed from one of smugness to one of fear. "What's your choice?" Harry asked yanking the collar of his robes.

He didn't say anything just struggled free and looked at Harry like he was crazy and ran off to his mummy. Harry nodded with a grunt and ran on his way.

Authors Note- thought I'd add a little bit of George and Malfoy in this one. I don't know if they were a little bit out of character or anything but they are in a right state right now so I'm guessing their not exactly going to be themselves. Anyways give me your opinion on it if you so choose and hope you enjoyed it :)