10 days. That's how long it's been since the Final Battle. That's how long it's been since George lost his twin. That's how long George hasn't been a part of twins. 5 days. That's how long it's been since they buried him. And the last time he saw his twin until he died. Lost. That's how George has felt since that dreaded day. He had constantly wondered why it wasn't him. Fred was the ringleader, the comedian, the person whose name came first. He was just George. No one would miss him. It shouldn't have been Fred.

Of course he wouldn't tell this to his family, it would just worry them even more. And that's the last thing any of them needed right now. They just needed time and people who were not semi-depressed. And everyone would hover around him even more. Already, he couldn't use the bathroom without someone worrying. If he mentioned that, he would be under 24/7 supervision.

Harry had apologized to George just about a hundred times but George had waved him off, saying that it wasn't his fault and Fred knew what he was doing. George didn't blame Harry at all to be honest. Neither did Ginny, Ron, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Mum or Dad. Harry wasn't in the castle and couldn't stop anyone from fighting for him.

In the Burrow, George stood in his old room, looking out the window. Fred's headstone was put into the Burrow and faced his old room. Ever since Voldemort was vanquished, George couldn't bring himself to go back to his flat by Diagon Alley. It would just remind him on all the memories and he couldn't take that right now.

George had locked himself in his room since the Weasleys had arrived back into the Burrow, coming out only to eat, pee, and for Fred's funeral. They didn't get it. All of them claimed that they understood his pain. But they didn't. They'd all lost a friend, a brother, a son, so on. None of them had lost their other half. Fred and George hadn't ever been separated since they were little. For the first time in his life, George Weasley was completely alone.

George grabbed his jacket and Apparated down to the kitchen. He was done moping alone. "Hi mum." He said gently, as he entered the kitchen, stopping dead in his tracks. Molly Weasley had her back facing him, but it was obvious that she was crying. Her shoulders were shaking and she was sniffling. George came up from behind and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. Fred dying obviously took a huge toll on her. Molly turned around and saw George, and immediately stopped crying. "Mum, its ok. I'm not going to break down," George said softly "Go ahead. Everyone is allowed to mourn and so are you." With that, Molly let out a wail and tears streamed down her face in a quick manner. George hugged her tight as she let it out. The anger, sadness, exhaustion, stress. Everything. George hadn't realized how tough this must have been for his Mum. She had to be the rock for the family while they mourned. All the stress must've caused her to break.

When the sobs subsided and Molly finally stopped shaking, George asked "Feel better?" "Much better," Molly replied "It's tough. I never pictured this happening. Especially not to Fred." George felt himself nod. "Well, I'm going to go out for a bit. Get some fresh air." He informed her "I'll be back by supper. Bye!" With that, he Apparated to Diagon Alley and wandered down the streets until he stopped at a familiar store. It was bright, colorful, and had a blown up picture of Fred and George on top. Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes was George's pride and joy. It was all of his work on show for the entire wizarding community to see.

George loved his job. He got to spend his days inventing new pranks and selling them. He and Fred would normally switch off. One day Fred would invent while George ran the store, and opposite the next day. George was done feeling helpless. A war just finished and people need cheering up. And he would be the one to provide them with it.

But now, how was he going to run the store without Fred. He was his partner in crime, the other mastermind. With him gone, it felt strangely…wrong. Like he shouldn't be doing this. It was the right thing to do, but George wasn't ready to open up just yet. He wanted to surprise everyone with a new line of products designed for laughing. It's what everyone needed right now. And the other thing he needed to do was hire a couple more people to work with him. He couldn't run the store with just Verity. They needed help.

George headed straight for the backroom, where him and Fred normally brainstormed and tested out products. He lit the fire and got to work. He had a strange way of inspiring himself. While most people just stared off until inspiration struck, George would use a pair of Gravityless Gladiators and bounce around until he came up with something. This way even if he didn't accomplish anything, he still got his exercise for the day. So he laced up the shoes and started bouncing around. All the pent up emotions he had been feeling came loose and were shown in his exercise. After what seemed like forever, George took a break. He normally had an idea by now. And he had no clue what was happening. It's like his brain had all of its ideas sucked out of it.

In desperate need of a distraction, George decided to head out to lunch. He immediately regretted it, though. Everyone who passed him gave him a sad, look. Everyone felt bad for him! He hated every look of regret and sadness! He headed to the nearest restaurant and ordered food. As he ate, he saw a family with two identical boys. Just like him and Fred. But instead of being redheaded, the two boys were blonde with the bluest eyes you'd ever seen. Something struck his heart and George had to leave. It hurt too much. Watching twins. Knowing that he'd never see his again until he died.

He left the restaurant in hurry, not paying attention to where he went. He walked quickly, so no one would see the tears in his eyes. Because of his inattentiveness, he happened to run into someone else hurrying down the roads. "Watch it!" he snapped. "Watch yourself Weasley!" the girl yelled back. George hadn't glimpsed at her face yet, but her voice sounded familiar. "Angie?!" he asked.

So here's the first chapter of my new story! Cliffhanger, I know, I'm evil. But I seriously hope y'all like it. I worked really hard and I want this to be a good story. George and Angelina are the least appreciated ships in Harry Potter and they're one of my favorites! I absolutely love them together and I think they were meant to be, so I wrote this.