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Here is Chapter 4, I hope you enjoy

I opened my eyes to find myself in the center of a dusty room, that had lost the luster of the color within it. It was obvious that no on had been here since the war, but the look of the place almost resembled how George probably felt about it.

"George are you sure that you want to be here?" I even sounded worried as I said it, but I turned to look over at him anyway. His head was faced straight towards the wall across the room and the smallest smile began to surface. It was a sad sort of smile that only someone who knew what had happened could understand. I instinctively grabbed hold of his hand and squeezed it slightly. He finally turned towards me and his smile changed from sad to happy. It was still a small smile but it was still a change.

"Well I guess that we should start cleaning. This place will take a long time don't you thin?" He looked at me in confusion as I spoke. "What George?"

"How would it take a long time?"

He really sounded confused, which then confused me. "Well, we are going to have to sweep, wipe things down clean the windows, and..." I stopped as he began to let a chuckle slip out of his mouth. "WHAT?"

"Hermione, you do realize what you are right?"

"What do you mean" He was starting to annoy me at this point.

"You're a witch, and that means that we can do this." He pulled his wand out and flicked it and all of the dust lifted off of where it was and went out the window that opened for it. I stood there dumbstruck and felt like an idiot for having forgotten that we could just use magic to do away with it all.

I looked up at him and shyly spoke, "I forgot." I looked back down at my feet for a second before pulling my head back up. I looked back over at him and saw a crooked smile on his face, he was obviously holding back a laugh at my forgetfulness.

"Oh just go ahead and laugh I know it was silly of me to forget such a thing!" I crossed my arms against my chest in a huff.

I felt his arm fall onto my shoulders as he pulled me to his side and gave me a tight squeeze. "You just know how to make a guy laugh and then feel bad about it don't you?" I felt terrible once he said it. I didn't want him to feel bad about laughing, not when it was so rare for him to do it at all.

"George I'm..." When I looked over I saw a serious face all except for the eyes and then I knew that he was only joking. His eyes had a type of sparkle that he and Fred had shared together when they were about to pull a prank or tell and inside joke. I gave him a small smile and dropped it knowing that he had enjoyed himself. "Well then what should we do now that the place is clean?"

I honestly didn't know where to go, this wasn't really my home it was George's and Fred's. i began to feel like I didn't belong, until I remembered that George wanted me to be here and that he needed me.

George's face had turned darker after I had asked and I realized my mistake. "I guess we should start in Fred's room. It isn't like he is coming back to claim it anytime soon." His voice was somber once again and I didn't know what to do. It had taken so much just to get a little laugh out of him, not to mention just to get him talking.

"I'm sorry George I didn't mean to..."

"Don't worry about it Hermione. It has to be done sometime why not get it over with."

I felt bad asking but I had to make sure that he would be able to handle it. " Are you sure that you can do it right now, or do you want me to take care of it on my own?"

He looked at me with shock sprinkled across his face. "I may not be able to handle it, but I know that if I don't do it now while you are here with me then I never will. Especially once you end up leaving." I placed my hands on his shoulders and grasped hard onto them. I turned him to face me directly.

"George I am not going to leave. I know that I now have a little history of it on my record but I am not going to go anywhere. There is no reason for me to leave. I don't have a family anymore, you and your family are what I have. Right now though you are the one that needs me around, not to mention that you are the one that actually wants me around." I ended our eye contact once I came to this realization.

The Weasleys don't want me around anymore. I am causing to much trouble there is no way that they would want to deal with me after everything that has happened.

Shut Up Hermione! This isn't about you! Well it partially is but you are here for George! You should be worrying about him not yourself! He needs you to be as levelheaded as you can be!

I know! I know! Alright pull it together!

George's voice brought me back to reality and out of my own head, "Well now I know that you aren't the brightest witch of our age." I looked up at his face quickly and slightly offended.

"Well that was rather rude." I said somewhat annoyed. He lifted his eyebrows as if to say 'you're joking right?"

"If you think that my family doesn't want you with them then you are in no way able to be considered the brightest witch of your age. Everyone was worried sick when you left and even though I was pretty much locked up in my room I could tell. It was almost like Fred had died again once three weeks had passed and we had heard nothing from you. Mum was a wreck even though she tried to put on a happy face to keep everyone as cheerful as she could it was obvious. She still wants you there and even though the rest of them are being prats they do too. They are just scared that you are going to run off again without another word and never come back."

I felt guilty as he went on. I hadn't meant for any of that to happen. I didn't want them to worry and I definitely didn't want them to think that I was dead.

"George I...I, well I don't really have anything to say to that. I just don't think that it would be healthy for me to be around anyone there other than your Mum. The rest of them have a tendency to band together if one of them is unhappy with someone then they all are. I just happen to be that person and it really doesn't feel very good."

He put his hands on my waist and pulled me into a hug. "I know that they can make you feel that way but they don't really mean to. You may not believe it but they are really happy that you are back, relieved even." I nuzzled my nose into his shoulder as I listened to him. "Don't think that you lost all of your family, because you haven't."

I pulled back and looked into his eyes. Those two orbs spoke volumes. There was hurt, fear, sadness,and something else that I couldn't place. I nodded my head before speaking. "I know George I just can't handle what is going on over there on top of everything else."

"I understand. Just don't think that. Now lets go ahead and start on Fred's room." His eyes glazed over as he spoke. I grabbed hold of his left hand and brought it to my chest before kissing it softly.

"Let's go together. It will be fine." His face broke into a sad smile before he began to lead me to the left of the apartment. We walked down a small corridor and came to a closed door at the end. There were only two doors down this hall and one of them led to Fred's room.

"It's this one." He said somberly. He said somberly as he walked ahead pulling me by the hand. His grip became stronger the closer we got. I place my other hand on the one gripping to mine and began rubbing it with my fingers as soothingly as I could. He began to loosen his grip slowly and then grabbed hold of the doorknob and began to turn it ever so slowly. I held my breath when he gave the door a slight push. It opened slowly on its own, it was almost eerie.

Once the door was completely open we simply stood there looking into the dark abyss that was once Fred Weasley's bedroom. The look of it was deceiving. It looked like as if someone had just been there. It seemed like someone was living there just as Fred would have. That's when I began to notice the dust and small cobwebs. No, there was no one living there. It had just been left the way Fred had left it the last time he was here.

My throat felt thicker, it became hard to swallow and I felt my breathing change along with it.

Stop that Hermione! George is the one that needs to be comforted though this! You don't need to be getting upset like that!

I know! I know but it just brings back everything.

Hermione! Make sure that George is okay you can deal with yourself later!

I pulled myself together and began to breath evenly again. I turned away from Fred's room and looked up at George's face. It was stone, no movement or emotion on it whatsoever. My worry about him came in full blast.

"George are you alright?" My voice cracked and was much quieter than I had expected.

George's shoulders seemed to stiffen after I spoke. I had probably asked the wrong question, I probably shouldn't have even said anything to begin with.

"Not in the slightest." I could barely hear the whisper, but I was waiting for him to say something. I began to analyze his face slowly. Yes he still had a stony face but there were small hints at what he was going through in his mind at the time. His mouth was slightly curved down and his eyelids seemed to be fighting him. It seemed like he was going to cry if he didn't keep his eyes open.

I finally decided to speak and asked him, "What do you want to do then?"

His shoulders sank and his head slumped down and he starred at the floor. "I don't know."

I nodded my head slowly before I began to pull him closer to the room and into it. He stiffened but followed none the less.

Alright how do I go about this then? I guess that I can just have him sit on the bed and ask him what to keep and what to throw out. Or I could just let him loose on the room and let him do t his way. But his way might just be leaving it how it is. That isn't healthy though we need to get some of this done so that we can all work on moving on.

"Alright George. One thing that we can do it you can sit on the bed and we can take note of the things that you want to keep." He stayed silent. Then he let go of my hand and began to walk towards the dresser and grabbed a picture of him and Fred. He was holding it so tightly I could see the whitening of his fingers through the mirror above the dresser.

I stood still waiting for something to happen, but he just stood there without moving for a long time until it happened. He pulled his hand high up into the air and slammed the photograph onto the ground. He then looked back at himself in the mirror and pulled his arm back, I rushed forward and grabbed hold of him.

"GEORGE STOP!" He looked at me through the mirror a look of pure anger on his face. His eyes were glaring at me through the small slits of his eyelids. The longer he looked at me the more his face softened and soon turned back to sadness. He looked at the arm that I was still holding back and it began to loose the tension that was in it.

"I'm sorry Hermione." He looked away from the mirror and down to his feet where the now broken picture was. I let go of his arm as he began to kneel down to the ground. He tried to pick up the picture as carefully as he could. "Ouch!" He shot back up and held his middle finger closely to his chest. I took hold of his hand and pulled out my want and used a healing spell to quickly fix the damage. "Thank you."

"George maybe it isn't just time yet to be doing anything in here."

"No. I need to. If I don't then I never will, remember?"

"Alright then lets just make some piles of things. We can sort through it little by little even. It is just about getting it all started."

"Alright well I know that I want to keep that picture."

"You mean the one that you threw down on the ground?"

"Yeah." He gave a slight chuckle. "I just can't believe that he is really gone. He left me. He left me all alone. It isn't fair!" Tears were pricking at the side of his eyes begging to be set lose on his cheeks. Then they were, and he broke down.

I pulled him towards what was once Fred's bed and pushed him down onto it before sitting next to him and pulling him into my arms. I rubbed my hand in circles on his back and told him that everything was okay and that he was okay. I didn't know if I was telling the truth but it was all that I could hold onto. I needed that possibility because it meant that everyone could survive this. It would mean that George would be okay. I would be.

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