A/N: Well, this chapter is one that we have been looking forward to writing, as this is definately one of the favourite characters of ours.

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The Woes of a Weasley

After my interviews with Harry Potter and his two best friends, Ron and Hermione Weasley, I was in a place of despair. It became immensely difficult to decide on who, who should be my next interviewee? I was nervous that I would get to this week with no interview under my belt, and a column with nothing to fill it.

My worries, however, were totally unnecessary. The answer to my troubles stared me in the face when I visited Diagon Alley for my monthly shopping trip (which is when I replenish my quills, ink and parchment.)

I walk along the now entirely rebuilt Diagon Alley. I pass the old Ollivander's wand shop, which has kept the same sign, although owned by a young, recently qualified wand maker. As I pass Eeylops Owl Emporium I cover my ears to the screeching of the birds. On the other side of the Alley I spot Flourish and Bots and I see a swarm of Hogwarts' students-to-be; I smile at the excitement spread across their faces as they hurry around the bookshop and pull out books such as 'Jinxing Your Enemies' and 'Potions: How Not To Fail'.

It is ten minutes later when I walk out of Gringotts Bank. I shiver- the goblins give me the willies- and I prepare to Disapparate when I spot a commotion to my right. I turn and stare at the insane scene in front of me. A large group of what is probably sixth or seventh year Hogwarts students stand in a circle roaring with laughter and pointing at a man of average height. He has shocking red hair (which seems oddly familiar) and although he looks fairly young, there is something about him that makes him seem older. I noticed that in the side of his head there is a gaping hole, and although this is strangely intimidating, I do not turn away. I wonder what the swarm of students are laughing about and I consider going over and telling them off for laughing at the poor man, when I see that the man's head has suddenly started to expand. It grows and grows until it is at least six feet wide, leaving his face strangely distorted and his grin as wide as a park bench. He then bows to his crowd, swallows a sweet that looks like a tiny blue button, and his head deflates to its normal size.

He bows once again, this time calling out to his audience. "What you just saw before you was the brand new Snozzle Wanger, a sweet to magically expand your head, filling it with air and distorting your features. Scare any living soul, be they big or small, and use your massively enlarged head to scatter any crowds!" The crowds around him (which seem to have doubled in the time he has been standing there) cheer and he disappears into the building behind him. As I raise my head, the sign stares back at me and I realise immediately who I was just watching: George Weasley, older brother of Ron Weasley and twin of the deceased Fred Weasley.

I hurry forwards to enter the enormously popular 'Weasley Wizard Wheezes' and as soon as I enter I realise why it is so widely loved. Mysterious flying spoons whiz excitedly around my head and occasionally a bent spoon will poke me sharply on the head, apparently unamused at its unfortunate situation. The place is packed, mainly with Hogwarts' pupils, but there are some witches and wizards of age trying out the Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder and the Shield collection of hats, cloaks and gloves. There are a small crowd of people trying on what look like 3 feet long beards, all different colours (ranging from flaming red to bumble-bee striped yellow and black). These beards seem to be harmless, until I hear the laughs and chatting from the customers who are wearing the beards. I can hear squeaking chuckles like chipmunks and deep booming voices like a giant. Some even sound like different languages, and one tall man wearing a beard that looks like a mass of peacock feathers is squawking like a bird.

The person in question has disappeared into the crowds and I desperately push my way through, trying to catch him. I eventually find him taking money from a tiny boy with black hair and a fake scar on his head- evidently a fan of Harry Potter. I wait for him to finish his transaction and then hurry forwards to greet him.

"Mr Weasley!" He surveys me with a polite interest. "I am Violet Higgins, Daily Prophet Reporter."

His eyes narrow. "What do you want? If its about my advertisement..."

"No, no, nothing to do with that." I say sweetly. "I'm here to interview you. I am on a mission to find out more about the downfall of Voldermort and I thought you would be the perfect fourth person for me to interview."

My friendly smile does nothing as his face falls and a hard, unwilling look spreads across his visage.

"No, I'm not talking about it," he says, and turns away. "I'm really very busy, I have to go."

With that, George Weasley spins around and hurries up the stairs in the shop and disappears through a door that I presume goes through to the back. I curse under my breath and settle myself behind a large dummy with an enlarged head to wait for my unwilling interviewee to reappear.

It is over an hour later when George Weasley arrives once more in his shop. I see him slide into view, so silently and slowly that it is clear he is an expert at sneaking (just like I am.) He wanders around the shop, occasionally straitening a display shelf or picking up a stray pygmy puff and returning it to its cage.

I wait for him to get I the perfect position for me to corner him, and I pounce towards him, making it impossible for him to escape.

"Are you STILL here?" he exclaims angrily, trying to push past me, but I put out my arm. He won't hurt me, and I use that to my advantage.

"Please, Mr. Weasley. I know that my intentions are strictly honourable!"

He stares at me with cold eyes. "I don't want to talk about it, what don't you understand about that? I'm sure you can get all the details from someone else. Now will you PLEASE let me through?"

I feel a strange surge of pity for my captive, but I refuse to let him past.

"Mr Weasley, there is much you can tell my readers and I that no one else can tell me about. Please, let us know more about your wife, Angelina, and your two children, a son and a daughter I believe?" At his still reluctant face I try once more to convince him to talk. "Your brother, Fred. No one knew him like you did. Wouldn't you want my readers to have as good a memory of him as you?"

At the mention of his twin I see a look on his face that I have never seen before. It is a look of pain, remorse, anger, sadness. Nothing will ever make me forget that face, the face that is twisted into one of pure angst.

"No, I won't talk about him. You don't deserve to even speak his name." he says through gritted teeth. "Now, let me past, or I will have to force you."

In my shock and pity I do not move. He glares at me and with one swift movement pulls out his wand, turning it on me.

"If you don't move, I will stun you." His pained expression is now one of pure anger and I dare not defy him. Stepping aside, I allow him to rush past me and disappear into the crowd.

It is with great sadness that I end this weeks column. I feel no anger at George for refusing to speak to me, and I feel no embarrassment in telling you what happened. George Weasley is a brilliant wizard and kind person, I know that without even interviewing him properly, and he was hurt beyond anything I can even imagine on that terrible day, May 2nd, twenty years ago. He lost his twin, his other half, his best friend. He has been forced to live without him, after being so close to him during their childhood. What I have learnt from meeting George is that Lord Voldemort did terrible, unthinkable things that can never be forgiven. He destroyed friendships and ripped apart families. He was the most evil wizard of our time and his death is something that should always be remembered and celebrated.