"And that is, more or less it!" Hermione finishes. She had been ranting on and on and on. To see her lips sealed shut seems like a blessing now. Harry and Ron had long since been silent as she kept correcting them in the most minor mistakes, they thought of it better to just let her be. They are equally thankful and glad that she is quiet. They were showing me all the developments in the shop-actually only Granger was doing that.

The shop had suffered quite bit damage during the war. It wasn't completely broken neither was it in its previous glory. These three have managed to do a good job. They skillfully put it back together. The room where Fred and I stayed also has been brilliantly done. I don't know how but they managed to get a Floo network in there. I was very interested in knowing who suggested it but the peace around us because Granger is quiet is too good to be true and so I make a mental note to ask Harry and Ron later.

"Well, if you not prefer anything" she speaks again"you can say so. I know the entrance lights are probably too muggle, Mr. Weasley loved it though. But I would totally understand if you want it removed. So", she gives me a hopeful smile. I look at this girl, despite her annoying monologues and speeches that she makes, fondly at the efforts she was trying to help me with every little bit she could manage. She moves over to stand beside Harry and now they all look at me expectantly.

"Not bad Hermione. You did it all by yourself, now didn't you?" I snort.

She shakes her head "Of course not! Harry and Ron helped equally. So did Gin. Well she used to become er- gloomy sometimes while working here. But we took in her opinions and ideas for the renovation as well. So you see-"

"Granger breathe, will you?" I intervene "I know. You have done a fantastic job and by 'you' I mean all of you, okay! I think you guys should relax. Go have some drinks." She gives a bright smile and her shoulders relax. The boys look equally satisfied. They move towards the backdoor and grab their coats.

"You want me to get something back for you?" Ron whispers. I smile at him. He must have realized that I wanted to be alone in the shop for a while, as I only suggested them to go out for a drink but never offered myself for one.

"Negative. Go ahead. Don't come back. I'll lock up and meet you all at home. Also, don't wait for me please." I tell him.

"Sure? We could wait. It's no problem" he further asks.

"Yeah, sure. Go on, really!"I reassure him.

"Oi! Come on!" Harry yells.

"Later then" Ron walks away. I hear the other two inquiring about me and Ron informs them what I told him. There's some ruffle and complaints coming in but finally hear the door creak. The trio is gone.

I hear the backdoor shut. Alone in the shop. I have been alone in it before, yes without Fred, but that was when the shop was a wreck. Now I can actually feel like I am in the joke shop I built with Fred, as it is no longer broken and is clean and bright and colorful. Just the way we wanted it to be.

I turn my gaze to those muggle lightings Hermione put up in the front. They do look attractive, Granger was right, like always. The shelves have been redone just the way they were before. I guess they wanted to keep some things the same. They put up new wallpaper. It feels like Harry, Ron and Ginny's choice, as it hints Quidditch. It is a soft orange color, with tints of red and some deeper shade of brown. They or rather, Hermione, because I do not think the other three would have the patience for it, have segregated the sections and put up small flash cards beneath every shelf describing what each item on the shelf above it does. This planning just screams Hermione. Grinning, I move forward. Even though I had a tour a few minutes ago, I did not like the tour guide; not bad to look at but boy, she could talk. I briskly walk across the inventions I created with my twin. I move to our room. We used to have two large king-size beds, and two mirrors. We had one, but then we each kept shoving the other out of the way. It made sense after a while to get two of them.

I feel a pain sparking up in my chest. Fred would have loved it here. The colors, the lights, the nicely done shelves with our inventions in them. I can hear him in my head now saying, Oi, I have 55% credit, you other less-george-ous twin. I give a silent but shaky laugh. I move to the wardrobe and they are piled with a variety of clothing, from cloaks to hats to shoes, everything is there. It makes me wonder who picked them out, because I do not think I ever suggested to anyone my clothing styles. Another mental note to ask the boys about this. I walk to the chair beside the window and lean over it. There is a clear view of a good portion of Diagon Alley from it. I see most of the damage in the other shops have been cleared and many new structures coming up, but each keeping a little of their old form. While there are some new traders in the market. Some of them look experienced and some are flashy young chaps trying their hands at the business.

Its late evening and hear my stomach rumble. I head downstairs to check on the windows and doors. While I am about to lock the main door I see a tiny girl walking towards me. She must be 11 or 12 years old. She runs towards me, waving. With a look of surprise I open the door and as she rushes in I inform her, "The shop's not open now."

"Oh no please! I need wildfire whiz-bang fireworks please! It's my brother! He is sick and it's his birthday. I have been saving it up for him, can you please get me it?" her voice is so small.

"For your brother you say-eh? Wait right here" I quickly run to the shelf allocated with the fireworks and grab a packet. I run back to her and hand it over "There you go."

She instantly brightens up. "Thank you so much Mr. Weasley. Here's the money" she places the amount on the desk. She takes the packet and looks up warmly at me.

"Anything else?" she looked like she wanted to say something more or ask something else.

"No, Mr. Weasley. This is all. Thanks" she turns around and as she pushes open the door to leave, she turns around and says,"I knew Mr. Weasley, your twin. My brother, he is my twin too." And runs away. Just the way she entered.