A/N~ Okay, so flash forward. The actual start of the story begins after the Battle of Hogwarts, about thirty hours after Fred's death.

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George sat, alone in the Weasley Family garden, not bothered by the gnomes he and his late twin used to have so much fun teaching curse words to and throwing around like, well, garden gnomes. He held a small moving photograph, and saw looking back to him was the laughing face of Fred. He looked so happy in the picture, as if this depiction of Fred didn't know he was to be non-existent a short week and a half later. Why? Why was the world so .... mean? How could you take a twin? You can't separate Fred and George! Even when Molly Weasley, his mother, fought the boggart in Siris's old house, Fred and George appeared dead together. Even the worst monster that Mrs.Weasley ( Who,as I might reminder you, killed Bellatrix) could not defeat, knew that Fred and George when stay together, until they died.

But no.

Fred had died in the Battle of Hogwarts that had been won through loss.

"George," he heard from an almost silent voice in the distance,"Mum wants you to come in for dinner. You haven't eaten anything for almost two days. She says somethings must be let go after a certain point."

He looked up and saw Ginny, her flaming red hair tied up in a pigtail. She looked grief stricken, but not as much as George did.

She saw tears streaming down his face as he said, "I'll never let him go."

"George, listen to m-" she started.

"No! I don't care that you want me to eat! I don't care that haven't had so much as a glass of water in the past two days! I don't care that you don't care about your brother! I! Don't! CARE!"He shouted at her. He stopped momentarily, as he had brought tears to her grime coated face.

"I just want Fred back." He finished, softly.

"George, I never, ever, said that I wanted you to let go and that I didn't care about Fred. He meant the world to me and you know that. Mum says you have to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow to help clean up after the battle," she said, trying to calm him down," you don't have a choice. You have to go." she added as an after thought.

"I-" he couldn't finish.

"Will come and eat because I'm starving. You don't have a choice with that either," Ginny finished for him.

If there ever was a time to smile, after your twin dies is not it. George knew this fact well.