Chance
A/N: Hello everyone. Spy and Aro are being rather stubborn so I have taken it upon myself to write and upload this chapter. Enjoy it!
-Mysterious T
Even those who are gone
Are with us as we go on
Your journey has only begun.
Tears of pain, tears of joy
One thing nothing can destroy
Is our pride
Deep inside
We are one
Simba, The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride
What is complete? The dictionary define it as having all parts or elements. Whole. But, what if something that was complete, was made incomplete? How far would you go to correct it?
George Gideon Weasley hadn't changed much since his school days. He still had a glint of mischeif in his eyes, albeit slightly dimmed, and his unusual hair color. He was still stocky and tall, though slightly thinner. All in all, George hadn't changed much in some ways.
However, nothing ever stays the same, and George was no exception to the rule.
He seemed tired, as if something weighed on his shoulders all of the time, adding to his load of work. His shoulders slumped slightly, as if he were a wilted flower without water. His face was paler, and he seemed less lively.
Yes, George had never been the same since the Battle of Hogwarts. Because, that was the thing that cost him dearly. His brother. His twin. His other half.
While George had never been particulary reclusive, he did like his peace and quiet sometimes.
But now, everything seemed too quiet.
There were no comforting snores to lull him to sleep. No light laughter as a joke was cracked or prank pulled. No echo to his speech or witty remarks made. It was just him.
But that wouldn't last much longer, he had decided. He wouldn't go one more day without his brother.
George was willing to go to extreme lengths if it meant having his twin brother, Fred Fabian Weasley, by his side once more.
"I'm going to Japan,"
The remark was made so casually, so unexpectedly, that all action around the speaker stopped.
Several shocked faces turned to the calm red head who spoke.
Andromeda Tonks, Harry Potter, Rubeus Hagrid, Hermione Granger (soon to be Hermione Weasley), Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Delacours and Weasleys all turned to look at one George Weasley.
"What?" Percy spluttered in shock.
"Why?" their sister, Ginny asked. George shrugged.
"I was thinking of expanding the business."
Earlier in the evening, the family (Harry, Hagrid, Hermione and the Tonks included) had gathered at the Burrow for an important announcement. It was even more
important seeing as Ron was the one who called everyone there. When everyone had gathered, he happily announced that he had (finally) asked Hermione to marry him and they were now engaged. Molly, being overjoyed, had quickly made a celebration feast in the couple's honour.
For some odd reason, George had stolen his little brother's spotlight as he made his announcement.
"On the other side of the world!" Molly Weasley shrieked, turning red in fury. She wasn't about to let one of her youngest sons, one she had very nearly lost (well, she did lose one of his ears), the other half to the son she did lose, move around the world where she would probably never see him again.
"Mum," he said soothingly. He was very good at this, surprisingly. Now that people saw him as one person, they saw traits that usually went unnoticed. "It'll only be for
a couple of months. I'll just go, set up a shop, hire some good people and come back. I'll even visit during the holidays and come back for every birthday." Molly sank back into her chair, unable to argue with her son's logic. George smirked. He was very good at planning things out.
"But won't you feel uncomfotable, being around people you don't know? Without anyone familiar?" Percy asked, concerned for his brother. George shrugged yet again.
"Maybe," he said lightly. "But it won't be any different from when Charlie moved to Romania, or Bill when he went to Egypt, right?" he looked at a very pregnant Fleur.
"It's not that bad. Heck, I might even snag someone and end up married like Fleur, mind you I won't be pregnant. That might cause a few problems." Almost everyone grinned at that.
"I can clear you on Portkey travel," Kingsley rumbled. George grinned and sat back, watching as everyone returned to their conversations. It faded, however, as Molly and Hermione began to lecture him about how to handle people and when to visit and write.
Two weeks later, he stood in an empty shop building groaning as he glanced at all the boxes around him.
It was a nice little shop, found on one of the busy streets of Shibuya. It was hidden like the Leaky Cauldron. Only magical people, or Muggles with a magical relation,
could see or enter it. At the moment, it was rather dull looking, only a 'Help Wanted' sign hanging in the large glass window, showing the crowds that rushed by.
George turned around slowly, examining the dusty shelves and floor. With a sigh, he pull out his long slender wand and flicked it.
"Tergeo!" he cried, pointing at each individual shelf, where the dust magically disappeared. In a matter of minutes, the shop was completely dust free, leaving George grinning. With another quick flick of his wand, items flew out of their boxes, packages flying gracefully onto their racks with decisive persicion.
"Overuse of magic much?" a voice asked. George jumped in shock, the last Skyving Snackbox fell to the ground, a few Puking Pastels rolling out. The girl who spoke bent to pick them up, light brown hair brushing her shoulders. She looked at him with an amused smile as he continued to stare at her, carmel colored eyes sparkling with something akin to mischeif. George shook himself out of his shock and grinned.
"I don't remeber hanging an 'open' sign on the door, but seeing as you're already here, what can I do for you Oh, Unexpected One?" She smiled sweetly, bringing a strange feeling to George's heart.
"Well, I saw the 'Help Wanted' sign and I sorta need a job. I came in here for a job application." George raised an eyebrow.
"How old are you?" he asked skeptically.
"Seventeen," she said firmly, locking eyes with him. George clapped his hands in satisfaction.
"Great! You're hired." She blinked.
"Just like that?" she asked. "You don't even know my name!" George grinned and shrugged.
"I dunno, you just click. And as for a name, I might just call you Unexpected One forever." She rolled her eyes.
"My name's Mai." she said, smiling slightly. "Taniyama Mai." George gave her a gracious bow.
"Well then Maitaniyamamai," he said brightly, expecting a freckled and Quidditch tanned hand to her. "Congradulations on being the first employee of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes's Japanese branch. I am the sole owner and manager, George Weasley, or here it's Weasley George." She took his hand, wrapping pale fingers around his slightly calloused ones.
"Nice to meet you then, Weasley-senpai."