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The battle had finally ended. Harry stood in the middle of the great hall. He noticed Ron and Hermione...finally together. He wanted to go to them. He wanted to put into words how thankful he was that despite everyone he had lost, he still had them. He didn't though. He stayed put.

His eyes roamed across the room to where Ginny was sitting, leaning against her mother. There were so many words he wanted to say to her. Now was not the time though. The Weasleys looked exhausted...devastated by their loss. Harry's eyes scanned each of them individually. They were his family in so many ways. It wasn't until he locked eyes with Percy that he realized not one, but both of the twins were missing.

His head whipped around as he quickly took surveillance of the rest of the large room but came up empty handed. George wasn't there.

Without even realizing he was moving, his legs carried him through the great hall and then out of the room and through the castle.

He wasn't even aware of where he was going until he got there. It was as if his body was moving on its own accord, sending him in the direction it needed to go in order to help George.

"Potter."

He turned around to face the familiar voice. He hadn't seen her since long before the battle had ended but somehow he had known she was okay.

"I have to go find George." The words escaped out of Harry's mouth before he had a moment to think about them.

The old witch nodded, a grim look on her face, her lips in a tight line.

Harry turned and set off on his destination once again. No words needed to be spoken; he knew McGonagall was a step behind him. He could feel her presence and he was thankful for it.

Fred was gone and as soon as he could get away from everyone, George followed suit.

George stormed into the shop and blasted product after product off the shelves. Skiving snackboxes clattered to the floor, love potions shattered everywhere, the Pygmy puffs shrieked shrilly.

"Bloody hell, Fred," George screamed. His hand gripped his wand so tightly he was surprised the wood didn't crack. "How could you do this to me? How could you fucking do this to me?"

Once he reached the shelf with the Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder, George was engulfed in a world of black.

Harry and McGonagall walked into a black world.

Remaining silent, they stood still as they waited for the powder to fade...to reveal the damage.

When the powder faded, George was on his knees, hugging himself as tears slid rapidly down his face. "I need you," George sobbed, hiccupping. "I can't do a damn thing without you."

McGonagall's mouth dropped open at the sight of the store. Harry, however, remained un-phased by it all. After all, he had dealt with death before. He knew that anger was a part of it.

In five quick steps Harry was across the room and on the ground next to George. He knew that George likely wanted to be alone but he also knew that granting his wish could be the worst thing for him.

Instead Harry did the only thing he was sure would help. He wrapped his arms around the boy who in many ways was a brother to him and let him cry.