It didn't take Katie long to get all her things packed up. Within an hour we were back at the Burrow, and Mum hugged Katie tightly again, both of them crying. Then Ginny took Katie to her new room and Mum went back into the kitchen.

And then there was silence.

The silence was always when it hit me with full force. I could never forget of course, the truth was always right there, tugging at the back of my mind. But when I was with someone, talking, listening, I could pretend for a moment.

But when the silence came, it was worst. When the silence came, he really was dead. Gone. And he was never coming back.

George wasn't sure how he mad it to his room. But there he was, on his bed, crying. He couldn't take the pain. It was too much. It was killing him.

It was hard to believe that just hours ago he'd been in the car, laughing. How could he laugh when his other half was gone?

Just then, there were arms around him. He didn't look up to see who. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that someone was there for him.

He embraced that other person.

"It's okay," the soft familiar voice whispered into his ear. He could tell Allyson was crying too. "It's okay, George. It's alright."

She was sitting on his bed, wrapping her arms around him tightly, crying with him.

Why?

She hadn't known George. She had barely even know him until a few days ago. Why cry over someone she didn't even know?

"Please don't cry," she sobbed. "Please don't." Her voice was soft, pleading.

He sniffed and wiped his tears. The silence was gone. Her voice was soft and sweet. But he didn't break away from her embrace.

"Why are you crying?" (AN: Okay, it didn't occur to me until just now that I'm writing in third person POV. My bad! I'm switching back now, so please don't get confused.) I asked her.

She sniffed too. "Because you were," she said. "And it's hard to see someone in that much pain and not feel it with them. Also because I know how you feel."

He started to protest but she put a finger to his lips. "I do," she said firmly. "You've lost a part of yourself. Fred was your other half. I've lost all of myself. I am no one," she told him, her eyes filled with tears she was holding back. "No one," she whispered.

And suddenly I was comforting her. I had my arms around her, and we were there for each other. She needed me and I needed her.

And that was the moment I realized it.

I didn't fancy her. I think it's impossible to simply fancy someone when you're going through a tragedy such as this one. Frivolous things like that cannot penetrate such extreme sadness.

No, he didn't fancy her.

But he was falling on love with her.

Because each of them knew how the other felt. They were both the only person who knew what the other was going through, though their situations were completely different.

She hugged me one last time, then smiled sadly and stood up to leave.

"Don't go," I whispered. "I can't stand the silence."

She nodded knowingly and sat back down.

*****

About two hours later I was alright, and Allyson left my room. About a half hour after that I realized I needed to go to the bathroom.

I stood up, but as I was passing Katie's room, I stopped, heard Allyson's voice.

"Do you think you'll ever love anyone else?" she asked softly.

"I-I don't know," Katie was saying. "I'm not sure if it's possible. I think he was the one."

"How do you know when someone's the one?" Allyson asked.

"You just…know," Katie replied. "When they're around, your whole day brightens up. You fell glad to be alive. They can make you happy when you want to cry, and they make you want to be a better person, though they love you just as you are."

"Wow," Allyson said.

"And you can't imagine yourself with anyone else," she said. "Even someone exactly the same. I have a perfect example in this case. Fred and George looked the same, and acted the same, and even spoke together sometimes, but I could never in a million years like George as more than a brother. But Fred…" she started sobbing again, and a few minutes later she was joined by Allyson.

I couldn't stand hearing them cry, it was too heartbreaking, so I walked to the bathroom as quickly as I could.

I laid back down on my bed, trying hard not to let the silence get to me. It did anyway.

"Don't do this to yourself," a familiar voice said.

I jolted forward at the sound of my brother's voice.

"No I'm not here you idiot," he said. "But you can hear me talking."

My eyes widened. "F-Fred?" I asked cautiously,

I could practically hear his eyes roll. "No, Snape," he said.

"Why can I hear you?" I asked.

"Because I have a bone to pick with you," his voice said. "I need to talk to you about women."

"You're dead!" I cried. "And you want to talk about women?"

"A couple women in particular," he said, unfazed. "First, Katie. You hear thing sup here, so I know about the baby. Tanks for making her come live here. I need you to make sure that baby has everything," he said, his tone Sirius and full of pain. "Because I won't be there to take care of it. (AN: I am such a sap! I had to take a break from writing this for a good five minutes because I was crying!).Okay?"

"Of course," I said.

"And Allyson," he said. "Don't let me get in the way. I can see that you guys are great together."

"I-" I started, but he cut me off.

"I know it's too soon, and you're upset. I'm just saying, don't screw it up on my account, alright?"

"Alright," I said, hoping I could keep my promise.