A/N: Well, here's the epilogue! :D Thank you for the reviews, and I'm glad you liked the fanfiction. I'd like to "dedicate" this epilogue to my amazing fan, Edwardstruelove11. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. :D

It took George awhile to get over the fact that his twin was dead. Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night -- he always slept on the couch, not wanting to go into his old bedroom -- he would wake up screaming. Just like I had once.

He had started to slack off, and after a almost year of not setting foot in his joke shop, Ginny and I decided to intervene.

"George." Ginny's firm voice sounded unusually loud in the quiet room. We were both worried; Percy's attempt at bringing me back only roused him from the couch for a couple of days. He then retreated back to the living room -- not the room that he had once shared with Fred.

"Mmph." The stationary lump on the couch replied.

"George." I whispered, "You can't do this forever."

No response. I wasn't really expecting any; his whole family had already said the same thing.

"What about the joke shop?" Ginny said, I could see a trace of a smile on her face, even in the dim lighting, "Fred wouldn't want--"

"I don't care!" he shouted, "Everyone keeps saying about what 'Fred would want'! What about if I don't bloody want to!"

This made the words that were in the back of my mouth evaporate. I didn't want him to be unhappy. However, George's words did not stop Ginny.

"You're right," she said, "who cares? Just that you and Fred worked for years to get in buisness... and now you're just letting it go down the drain, right? Why should I care?"

He was silent for a few minutes, "I'll think about it."

I just about worshiped Ginny after that. Her final attempt worked. With the help of all of us: Ginny and I, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Percy, Ron, Harry, Bill, Fleur, and Hermione -- Charlie was absent from this because of work -- George returned to his shop.

To everyone's surprise -- except for Ron, maybe -- one of the more helpful workers in Fred and George's shop had been keeping it running.

"Sales rose since you-know-who is gone!" the over-perky sales girl said, I would have to keep an eye on her... "People have been asking where you are for months!"

To my surprise, George actually looked happy. A small grin spread across his gaunt face -- the first time in too long, "Blimey." he whispered, "Are you serious?"

She grinned. I would definitely have to keep an eye on her.

George wrapped his arm around my shoulder, to my delight. My heart never stopped fluttering whenever he touched me, even though it had been almost one year since we were reunited. The day he vowed to never let me out of his sight.

"I thought I wouldn't be able to go in there." he had told me later, "Too much grief... but to my surprise. It actually made me pretty happy."

Soon he started to go back to work. It only took him an hour to clean out the back room -- magic had never ceased to amaze me -- and it only took him a week to work up the courage to start living there again. However Ginny did it, I will never know.

One night, a few months after we had made a small home in the back of the joke shop, and his family had stopped being as concerned, I remember asking him before we fell asleep that night, "Are you happy?"

It was a pretty stupid question. Except for when Fred was still alive, George had never looked better, "Why wouldn't I be?" he mused, "I'm in love with the most beautiful woman that I've ever met."

I flushed, "Oh, stop."

He only grinned, and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips to my forehead.

He was finally happy.

A few years later, after Ginny and Harry had finally found time to have a wedding -- I was one of her bridesmaids, to my surprise, Ginny and I had become best friends -- I was coming back from visiting Clara. She was delighted that I had finally found a man in my life. And kept bothering me about when we would get married.

To tell the truth, I had no idea. It was obvious that George wanted to be with me forever, he had made that clear from the day I found him. But I wasn't sure if he had even thought of marriage. I had never been one to care myself, marriage had never worked too well for my mum -- dad had left her as soon as he realized she was pregnant with me. Besides, he had given me a family... and his love. What more could I possibly want?

When I stepped through the door, the lights were off. Wishing for electricity instead of the magical lighting that Fred and George had set up for once, I tripped through the colorful displays, until I had gotten through to our small "home" in the back.

"Hello?" I said softly, was something wrong?

"Ava." George's equally soft voice answered in the darkness. He must have been planning something, because suddenly the lights came on, and I realized that the room was decorated with beautiful lights that were probably lit by some sort of spell. I had never seen anything like it.

With the light dancing in his eyes, George held out a ring. It was simple, only a gold band. I loved it right away.

"I'm sorry I didn't think of it sooner..." he trailed off, "But since Harry and Ginny's wedding, I've been thinking..."

I waited patiently, not quite sure what he was going to say.

"Will you marry me?" he whispered.

I answered his question by pulling him to me by the collar of his shirt, and kissing him passionately. He responded, as always, pulling me closer and snogging me until I had to pull away to catch my breath.

"I'll take that as a 'yes' then." he said, and slipped the gold ring on my finger. It shrank to fit my finger perfectly.

"Oh George." I said, happily, "It's beautiful."

He smiled, "I thought you would like it."

Our wedding was small, and casual. As promised -- apparently Fred's idea -- everyone was allowed to wear jeans if they wished. I didn't mind, even though Clara had forced me into a lacy white number -- apparently the exact one that my mother had worn to her wedding, why she gave it to Clara I did not know.

"It was to keep you from throwing it away." Clara had explained, "You never enjoyed lacy things."

George opted for a tux, just to go along with it.

My bridesmaids were Clara, Ginny, and Hermione. I couldn't choose one as my maid of honor. I loved them all equally.

What I remember most was the flowers. Fleur had charmed the columns of the small church -- Clara had insisted on a Catholic wedding -- to have extravagant-looking white roses weaving up the sides.

"Your muggle friend won't notice." she spoke to me in her heavy french accent, and then waved me away, "Aren't you supposed to be getting ready?"

When I was a little girl, I had never thought much about my wedding day. Seeing how it had worked out for my mum, I had never been too fond of them.

I had never expected the joy. And the feeling of love between George and myself. Although I could have sworn he had somehow used magic to speed up the sermon -- "Muggles always take too long." he had told me once. Or maybe it was the fact that I was enjoying myself.

"I now pronounce you man and wife."

Before the preacher could say anything more, George swept me up into a kiss. My new family snickered and laughed. I had never been more happy in my life.

A few months after my honeymoon, I had become pregnant.

Instead of shocked like I thought he would be, George was ecstatic. Even though I hadn't expected to have children with him this early, I was delighted.

"So." George said one night. I was perched on the end of our bed, and he had come to sit down beside me, "Are you happy, Mrs. Weasley?"

"Delighted." I giggled, "Thank you for asking... Mr. Weasely."

I had never been more sure of my future. For the thousandth time, he pulled me close, our lips meeting.

"Good." he said.

It was the beginning of the rest of our lives.

A/N: I kind of have the feeling that it was a little too mushy at the end... sorry. D: But I haven't updated in so long I didn't want to put it off any longer. To those of you who have been waiting for this (if anyone is) I'm really sorry for putting this off for so long. Please tell me what you think (flaming is acceptable, as long as there is a reason xD).

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters... except for Clara and Ava. :D