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George's POV

George paced angrily around his old bedroom. Fuming that Harry had even dared to set foot in there. His cheeks flushed as red as his hair in temper as his pacing came to a slow stop.

"George?", Molly entered the room cautiously.

"What was Harry doing in here?", he snapped at her quickly. Molly widened her eyes at her son's tone.

"I don't know, sweetheart. The poor boy's been through so much, he was probably-"

"The poor boy", George mimicked, cutting her off. "We have to carry on without Fred, Teddy has to grow up without Tonks and Lupin but poor Harry! He doesn't even deserve to be here! Not under this roof! Not under the roof that Fred used to live under! Its an insult to his memory!". George continued to rant and rave, never thinking twice about the words he was saying until suddenly, something in his mother snapped.

"That's enough, George Weasley!", Molly bellowed, angry tears rimming her eyes. George came to a deadly silence, going through everything he had just said in his head and realizing just how bad it had all sounded. Molly grabbed him by his elbow, almost dragging him to the window before letting go. "Look at him", she said, pointing at Harry in the Orchard. He had his head resting on Ginny's shoulder as she comforted him helplessly, kissing the top of his head repeatedly as she ran her hand up and down his upper arm. "We're not alone in this. That boy has already lost so, so much. None of this is his fault. Whether Harry was apart of this family or not, we still would have fought. We still would have lost Fred", Molly's words turned into a small whisper. "We all have to stick together. Harry isn't going anywhere, do you hear me? And if you have a problem with that, then tough!", she told him. George stopped staring at Harry as he made his way over to his bed and sat down on it, his mother following. She placed her hand gently on his knee. "Please, don't make this any harder than it already is, George. I've already lost one of my boys. I cant lose another", she allowed herself to cry. George couldn't bring himself to comfort her. Everything inside of him was screaming at him to put his arm around her and apologize and to make everything right, but he just couldn't. The anger and the sadness he felt was just too much. He suddenly got up and left the room before heading downstairs, passing Arthur as he did.

"George?", his father called after him. George ignored him, continuing into the kitchen before apparating back to his flat in Diagon Alley, his mother's sobs but a distance memory. He was surprised to see Angelina sitting on his sofa.

"Sorry. The door was unlocked and I just- well, I just wanted to see you to be honest", she told him as she stood up. George didn't answer, his eyes suddenly beginning to fill with tears as he wiped them away angrily. "George? Are you alright?", she asked. George began to shake his head, sitting down on the sofa as he allowed his head to drop into his hands. Angelina sat beside him, placing her hand gently on his back.

"I cant help being mad at him. I don't want to be. We both knew what we were signing up for, Fred said it himself!", he told her.

"Harry?", she guessed. George nodded, sniffing as he lifted his head up out of his hands. Angelina sighed.

"I made my mum cry today. Its bad enough that she gets teary eyed just because when she looks at me she sees Fred", he continued, running his fingers through his hair hopelessly. "I go there, I make everyone unhappy by acting like the biggest arse on the universe and then I come back here to this empty, quiet hell hole and I just want to run!", he told her, lifting his head out of his hands as he stared at the space in front of him. "I don't know where or how, but I just wanna run, and I wanna keep running, and I don't know if I'd ever stop". There was a deafening silence between the pair before Angelina suddenly got up from the sofa and disappeared into George's bedroom. She soon returned with a large rolled up sleeping bag under her arm. "What are you doing?", he asked.

"I'm staying here. My parents will understand", she told him as a-matter-of-factually.

"What?", George said, dumbfounded.

"You claim that everyone around you is tired of you being an arse. So I'm guessing that means you don't wanna be around them as much so you don't cause them pain. That must be pretty lonely. Luckily for you, I don't care if you huff, shout or even try to hex me! I'm not going anywhere", she told him, unrolling the sleeping bag on the floor next to the sofa where George sat. George didn't argue as he got up to get her some pillows. Later that same night, George had laid in bed for all of five minutes when he suddenly thought of Angelina, sleeping in the next room, and his mind wandered over Fred's letter. Without a second thought, he grabbed his duvet and pillow and made his way into the living room. Angelina was sat up in her sleeping bag, a magazine in her lap as she leaned against an armchair. "What are you still doing up?", she asked as George put his duvet and pillow on the sofa next to her.

"I shouldn't leave you to sleep in here on your own", he told her. "Here; you sleep on the sofa, I'll get in the sleeping bag. That floors not comfortable at all". Angelina smiled bashfully at him before crawling out of the sleeping bag and getting comfortable on the sofa.

"Thanks", she smiled warmly at him as he got into the sleeping bag on the floor.

"When me and Fred first moved in here, we hated it because for the first time in our entire lives, we had our own rooms. So, we used to have sleep overs in here. We'd always duel over who had to sleep on the floor. We had to stop when the landlord started getting complaints about the noise", George laughed to himself as he reminisced. Angelina laughed with him as she looked at him rather fondly.

"I remember when he took me to the Yule Ball. He asked me if I would try out the new snot flavoured gobstopper you'd both been working on", she told him.

"And-?", George raised his eyebrow jokingly at her.

"You don't actually believe that I would have done it, do you?", she laughed. The pair of them laughed for what felt like forever until slowing down into a warm silence.

"I miss him", George suddenly spoke.

"I know. Me too", Angelina replied.