It was October, a year and five months after the war. A year and five months after Fred's death. A year and five months since George left seemingly fell apart, refusing to actually move.

You see, she and Lee tried to help, honest. They visited every day together, trying their best to make him feel better, cooking for him, easing him into realization that Fred was gone, but he still spent most of his time with a bottle of firewhiskey, staring out the window of his flat, in a completely numb state, sometimes sleeping around for a distraction.

Presently, she was walking to his house after quidditch practice (it had been one of the few things to take her mind off of the death of her family and best friend). She was wearing her usual outfit- jeans tucked into her favorite boots, a long sleeved v-neck, and the white coat the twins had given her before the end of the war. She had pulled her long brown curls into a ponytail atop her head, but the wind still whipped furiously, making it smack her face. She tucked her scarf further into her coat, pulling her earmuffs farther down on her ears. She was chilled to the bone.

She reached Weasley's Wizard's Wheeze, pulling out her spare key. She unlocked the door next to the shop, which led to the flat upstairs. Not unusual, silence greeted her as she trudged up the stairs, still feeling the cold still seep through her bones. Angelina entered the apartment, immediately becoming fed up with this. She was sick of George's demeanor, his moping days, his drinking, his sleeping around, and the complete filthiness of his flat. The dishes in the sink had mold covering them, a thick layer of dust covering everything the eye could see. The floors were disgusting, and she swore she saw a rat in the corner. Flies buzzed everywhere, and she held her breath from the smell, a plan forming in her mind. She was good with plans.

Blood boiling, she made her way to his bedroom, shoving the door open with a bang. The two people in the bed jumped, having been alseep.

"Weasley!" Angelina exclaimed. "Up! I'm sick of this!"

George rubbed his eyes as the girl next to him pulled the sheets above herself. "What the bloody hell do ou think you're doing?"

She ignored him. "Oi, you there," sue pointed to the girl. "Get out of here, and don't come back. Find someone worth your time, stop sleeping around. Get a job, get a life, and do something worth living for. Go!"

The girl scrambled, shoving her dress and boots on as fast she could. Angelina's look was scaring her to move as quickly as possible. She ran out of the apartment, not looking back.

"May I ask again?" George snarled, sitting up in the bed. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"

"It'a been almost a year and a half," Angelina snarled right back, hitting the wall. "Fred died a year and five months ago. I know last night was the anniversary, but you have got to get on with your life! George, come on! What the hell does getting drunk and finding some skank do for you, or Fred's memory? This apartment is bordering on unlivable. I'm scared to make you shower, because even that has a coat of grime on it. You haven't washed your sheets or your body in months, I'm pretty sure you haven't brushed your teeth, you're in a deathly need of a haircut, your ghostly white, and I can see your ribs!"

"You don't understand!" George said, standing up, even though he was stark naked. "Fred was my brother, my twin, my best friend, the other half of my soul! It's not fair that I'm alive! Why should he die, when I get the chance to live?"

"I don't understand?" her voice rose and tears pricked her eyes. "Don't you ever say that to me again, George Weasley. I am the only Johnson left. My parents, my older brother, my little sister...poor little Amelia...she was three! And she's gone! They're all gone. Purely because my mother is a muggle born, and my dad a muggle! I only escaped because I was at Hogwarts, fighting! My parents, because they were in the Order, were killed! My siblings, because they tried to escape the country, were killed!"

"But you weren't as close to them!"

"But you have family!" she seethed. "You have people who care about you, people who love you. You have Lee, you have the shop, you have me. What do I have? Nothing! I don't even have you!"

George fell to the ground in a tangle of sheets. "I just...I don't know what to do anymore." A sob ripped through his chest. Angelina dropped to the ground next to him, wrapping her arms around him as they cried. She wasn't sure how long they cried, but they held each other the entire time. When they stopped, simply rocking in each others arms, Angelina smiled softly at George, who returned it.

"I'm sorry," he croaked. "I am so, so, so sorry."

"It's fine," she said. She helped him back up onto the bed, where he collapsed. "We need to get your life started again."

"How?" he whispered.

"Let's start with cleaning up," she said. "Believe me, you feel better once your clean, your place is clean, and you wake up. For now though, go back to sleep. I'll clean up the bathroom myself so you can clean yourself up in there. While you are in the shower, I'm going to go get some food. You will eat properly, and we'll finish cleaning."

"You've always been good at making up plans," he said sleepily, his eyes drifting shut. "You're amazing you know that?"

"I do," she said. She tucked his dreadfully long hair behind his ear as he was sucked back easily into sleep. She watched him sadly, his own grief still etched upon his face. Leaving his disgusting bedroom, she walked to the bathroom. She knew he would have anything to clean with, so she took out her wand and flicked it, making her supplies from home appear one the counter. She immediately took off her coat, gloves, and hat, turning to supplies. She started working.

By the time she got through with it, some magic and some manual work, the bathroom shined. She grabbed the supplies and left the bathroom, going to wake him up. Yet, when she saw him peaceful stance, she realized she couldn't bring herself to. She would wait a bit. She decided to start cleaning the kitchen, living room, and dining room, since they all opened into each other. For the dishes she flicked her wand and they began doing themselves, even the ones in the cabinets coming out to be cleaned. She pointed at the supplies, flicked her wand again, and the counters, tables, the fridge, and insides of the cabinets were attack with brushes and foaming soap. She herself had to mop the grimy floors, the entire surface more than once. She removed both rugs, hanging them from the balcony outside before flicking her wand at the furniture multiple times to remove all the dust. The walls all over needed to be done, in the spare bedroom too, which she cleaned with no mercy whatsoever. Between her and magic, the house had no chance.

Angelina was exhausted when she was done, and she noticed George still sleeping. She put some warming spells around the flat, then continued to wrap herself up into her clothes. She decided to wair a bit longer to wake up George, headng out to get a few things.

Angelina first stopped by Ron and Harry's flat. They were surprised to see her, but smiled and welcomed her nonetheless.

"What brings you here?" Harry asked.

"I think I've finally gotten to George," she said.

"Really?" Ron looked at her in disbelief.

"Yes," she said. "His flat is mostly clean, except for his room because he's sleeping."

"That's what the smell is," Harry said. "Cleaning."

"Right you are," she said. "The thing is, I checked his closet. He has very few clothes, and whatever he has left is completely rubbish. There's honestly no use in tryin to clean them. Now, even though he's lost a good bit of weight, I know you, Ron, are his height and almost his size. Do you have anything extra we can give him to tie him over until I can convince him to go buy some more?"

"Yeah, actually, I do," Ron said. "Want me to bring it buy later?"

"That's be great," Angelina said. She turned to Harry. "Would you be willing to come with me so to help me carry some of my stuff?"

"For what, exactly?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"I'm moving myself in," Angelina said. "I dot care if he doesn't like it, but the only time I'm not at home is when I'm at practice or a game, and I intend to bring him with me on both events. Everyone else we know spends loads of time doignother things, and I'm not leaving him by himself. Thing had got to change."

"Yeah, I'll come," Harry said, slightly amazed at her determination. "When do you want to leave?"

"There's more," she said apologetically. "I was wondering if while I pack up my stuff, you'd stop by the burrow and get a pan of something hot to eat and a thermos of hot chocolate from Molly. He needs some real food. Then, come straightto my house in an hour."

"Of course," he said.

"Ron," she said, cashing said boy's head to pop up. "Will you meet us at the flat in an hour? I removed the apparation enchantment, so we can just pop right in."

"No problem," the redhead replied. He headed for his room. "See you then."

"Harry?" Angelina looked expectantly at him. He grabbed his coat and scarf, pulled out his wand, then turned on the spot and apparated.

At her house, Angelina picked up two boxes. She loaded things she would really need into it, including some bedspread and sheets. Trophies, lamps, awards, photos, personal items, all of that was dumped into one box. She took the other box and shoved all her winter clothes and shoes in there. After addig her toiletries in a small bag, she was ready when Harry popped into her apartment. He took the boxes, while she carried her bag and the food, plus the thermos. They apparated, surprised to also see Ron in the living room, seemingly having just arrived.

"You guys can go now," Angelina said after they dropped the boxes and clothes into her room, the food on the counter. "Thanks for all the help."

"Owl us when he's a tad bit more stable," Ron said before they left. Angelina hugged them both, habit grown close to them while they all attempted to heal George. They left, and she once again peeled her outer layers, heading to his still filthy room. She gently shook the sleeping man awake.

"George," she said softly. "George?"

"Angie?" he whispered, his eyes opening.

"I'm here," she said, placing a hand on his cheek. "Why don't you shower, eh? I'll have some clothes ready for you when you get out. Go to the kitchen once you're dresses, okay?"

He nodded. "Gottit." he stood and walked into the bathroom that connected the two bedrooms, not bothering to cover himself up. Angelina chuckled before digging quickly through the bag of clothes and picking the smallest jeans she could find, along with a long sleeved shirt and a warm looking jacket. Hermione must have picked out half these clothes; Ron has never had that much style, she though to herself. Once she was done laying the clothes out with a pair of underwear and socks, she headed to the kitchen. Angelina took out two plates, and two coffee mugs. She scooped some of Molly's still steaming chicken pot pie onto each of the plates remembering that it was his favorite dish of hers. She heard him getting out of the shower and moving around in his room, so she went ahead and poured the hot chocolate.

The first thing he did when he walked out of the room was hug Angelina, wrapping his arms tightly around her. She curled into him and they stood like that for a second, before he reached down and kissed her, slowly, deeply, and passionately. She looked back up at him with tears sparklig in her eyes.

"I love you too."

Thank Merlin she understood the message, George thought.