You just couldn't bare to see him this way, for the past two weeks he had just sat in the same spot on the sofa, looking at the same photo. You walked behind him and let your eyes scan over the Weasley family photo. Molly and Arthur at the front, smiling as they always so proudly did, Bill, Percy and Ron loomed over the rest of them at the back. Leaving Fred, George, Ginny and Charlie at the front, begrudgingly smiling along with the rest of the Weasley Children. Over and over again you watched Fred raise two fingers (in order to mimic a bunny rabbit) and place them behind George's head.

For the first time in a fortnight George turned to you and spoke.

"He got me with that every damn year, the little so and so." He said, chuckling to himself.

"Well..." you said "You two never could take anything, seriously could you?"

"I wouldn't quite say that, but a joke or two in a tough situation never really hurts does it? Maybe if Voldemort had wandered into a joke shop in his early years we never would have been caught up in this mess."

You walked round and sat on the patchwork sofa next to George, you nuzzled into his shoulder and his arms wrapped around your back.

"I'm sorry for the past few days honey. I've just been missing Fred."

He placed the photograph back onto the shelf it came from.

"Since he has been gone nothing feels the same. I have thought of selling up Weasley Wizard Wheezes-"

"No George you can't. You promised that you would keep it running, look at me..." he stopped looking at the table and stared at you with almost dead eyes "... you know he would have wanted you to keep it open."

George snapped and shouted, "Well maybe I don't want to."

You felt cold tears run down your face and splash onto the floor, he had never shouted at you before.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I'm so, so sorry."

He took you in his arms and began to stroke your hair.

"It's okay honey, I get that you've been through a lot, you don't have to be sorry."

"I know but I am Y/N..." tears streamed down his face like water bursting out of a dam as he burrowed his face into your chest "... I just want my best friend back."

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Written by Aaron.

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