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They stood there for what seemed like ages. George wasn't a bit like he used to be. There were no more jokes, no more pranks, just this person who was lost in his own grief.

"Don't try and help me," George said to them menacingly, "No one can" and without another word slammed the door in their faces.

"Well you can't say we didn't try," Harry sighed; Ron didn't say anything for a while.

"I have an idea," he said eventually, "I need to write a letter" and the Ron ran of leaving Harry alone at the top of the stairs, unsure of what had just happened. He decided that it was probably best to leave Ron be and walked down the stairs to see if Mrs. Weasley needed any help.

Weeks passed and Harry began his training. He was grateful to have the Weasley's warm and comfortable home to come back to every night. Ron still hadn't accepted any job offers, even though he had received many. Hermione and Ginny wrote constantly never leaving out how much they loved them and missed them.

Harry was reading a letter he had received from Ginny one morning when the distinct sound of someone aperating came from the garden. Curious to see who it might be he walked outside.

"Angelina! he exclaimed, surprise evident in his voice. She was the last person he had expected.

"where's George," she asked immediately, "Ron sent me a letter telling me what he's been like so I'm here to knock some sense into him."

Completely bewildered Harry led her up the stairs to George's bedroom. To Harry's surprise he didn't bother knocking, and just thrust opened the door. Ron who had obviously heard some commotion ran out of his room.

"What's going on," he asked, "is she here?"

"If you mean Angelina then yes she's in there"

"Brilliant," Ron muttered pulling some very familiar extendable ears from out of his jeans pocket, "I've been waiting for this all month, want to listen in." Harry shook his head at his best friend but nevertheless took the ear from Ron's outstretched arm.

"What the hell are you doing here" George yelled, shocked.

"I'll ask the questions if you don't mind," she said firmly, "Now what's this I've been hearing about you George Fabian Weasley." Even though the two friends couldn't see her face, they could tell that she was angry.

"I.., who... why..." George stuttered, still recovering from the shock of Angelina Johnson being in his bedroom

"Now look I understand that you're upset about Fred but this has to stop now." She demanded. George didn't make a sound. It was clear from Angelina's tone that this was not up for debate.

Harry and Ron were now leaning in so close the room that their ears were touching the door. Then without warning the door open, causing them to topple over at the feet of a very confused looking George.

He looked down at them on top of one another and did something he hadn't done since that fateful night. He laughed. He laughed until the tears were trickling down his face. Angelina was laughing too. Whatever spell she had on George obviously affected him more than whatever Harry and Ron had to offer.

Things were a lot happier over the following weeks. George gradually returned to his usual self and even consented to going back to the shop. Molly fussed over him on his first day back so much that he threatened to do a body bind curse on her if she didn't stop fussing over his robes. She got offended by this and went off in a huff, all the while raging that her sons didn't appreciate her.

"If my mum carries on like that," George laughed, she's going to turn into great auntie Muriel"

Just at that moment an owl flew straight into Ron's face.

"Nice one Errol," George chortled, picking up the limp bird while Ron worked on pulling feathers out of his mouth and hair.

"I hate the bloody bird," Ron Cursed, "what's the letter"

"It's for Harry," George said, handing him the envelope with Ginny's familiar scrawl on it.

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