-Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the creation of JK Rowling who obviously has no clue to the meaning of DYSFUNCTIONAL !!

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Neville 2.0

-Yeah, I am finally getting a little polish on this sucker! lol

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Correcting Mistakes

Chapter One

Amicable

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He knew he should feel some sadness, or pain, after all, his wife was leaving him...so why was it all he could feel was....happy for her, and perhaps, a bit of relief that it was all over at last?

"Are you really happy?" He asked hopefully "I mean really?"

"Yes, really, I am" She looked at him sadly "I'm sorry, I never wanted to hurt you."

"That's just the problem isn't it?" He smiled softly "Shouldn't getting a divorce hurt, at least a little?"

"You'd think so...but I just feel..."

"Happy? It's okay, really it is, I am happy for you."

"We never should have married should we?" She said as she clasped his hands between hers

"It hasn't been all bad, we got two amazing kids out of the deal right?"

"We did." She smiled thinking of their son and daughter. "They'll miss you...you're sure you don't mind, my taking them all the way to Australia to live?"

"They will be happier without the constant fighting between us. Besides, I'm a wizard aren't I? I can always portkey down to see them anytime I want, or if they ever want to see me, you have only to send me an owl." He squeezed her hands and then moved away from her. "If he doesn't mind my popping in and out that is."

"Of course he doesn't mind, he still thinks of you like a brother you know."

She smiled sadly "But he worries about how you regard him now."

"I hate his guts of course, he stole my wife."

She looked at him sadly

"Of course I don't hate him...he has always been in love with you. From our first year at Hogwarts. He never acted on it only because ..." His voice froze in his throat, even after all this time he had trouble speaking of his twin brother.

"Because of Fred" She finished in a whisper. "I'm so sorry, ...I've made such a mess of things."

"You didn't do it alone." He handed her a tissue "We thought we were doing the right thing ...for everybody."

"But I've made you so miserable" She shook her head "All these years of fighting, trying to make you be someone you aren't."

"It's my fault, no matter how much I look like him...No matter how hard I try...I still can't be... him. For you, or for the family." Now a tear did come and he wiped it away.

"It was wrong, so very wrong of us all to expect you to take his place. Particularly me. You gave up your own happiness for all these years" She wiped the tears from her cheeks "But now, maybe you will have a chance...you're only twenty-nine, you have a lot of life ahead of you still."

"As do you." He smiled at her "I hope you and he will be very happy together."

She couldn't help worrying, wondering what would become of him. "What about you? Will you tell her how you feel now?"

He stiffened and looked away, they had argued over her so damn many times in the past few months, he couldn't stand to do it again. "I've told you, over and over...She's my friend, that's all." His tone revealed the lies in his words.

"I've seen you with her you know" She smiled softly, even though he couldn't see it. "You can't fool me, I've seen the way you look at her when you think nobody is looking, in all these years, you've never once looked at me the way you look at her."

"Please, I don't want to fight." He turned and went to the window "Not again."

"Who said anything about fighting? We've fought enough over the past few years." She followed him and put her hand on his shoulder, turning him around "You smile when you look at her, I haven't seen you smile like that in a long time, not since Fred died. Don't deny your love for her, not now that you are finally free to have your own life; I want you to be happy."

He sighed "It hasn't been that long since she left him. Her father keeps telling her he will come to his senses and make things right. She says that isn't going to happen, but I think he might. If he does, I wouldn't want to be the thing standing in the way of her happiness."

"He's not coming back...he's already planning his next wedding. You only think that because it's what you would do. You should follow your feelings."

He shrugged "What I feel doesn't matter. "

An intense pain filled her heart, knowing that it was her fault he felt that way, it had been her cruel words that had destroyed his belief in himself. All the years and all the fights...all the times she had told him he was lacking, that the twin who died had been so much more than he was.

"She looks at you too, you know." She said, hoping her words might lift him up " And she has the same look in her eyes when she looks as you do when you look at her."

"She deserves better than me after all he put her through."

"Stop talking like that! You are a lovely, gentle, kind, loving man...who got landed with a shitty wife! I...am the one who doesn't deserve you. I spent all these years twisting you into knots, trying to make you be someone else!" She swiped angrily at the tears on her cheeks "I think you both deserve to be happy, and I've seen it, she makes you happy, just as I've seen that you make her happy."

"You better hurry, you're going to miss your portkey" he smiled

The clock on the mantle chimed and, for the very last time, he put his arms around her.

"Promise me you'll tell her."

"I'll think about it...once the divorce is final."

"Good." She smiled, one of the first true smiles she had given him in years.

"Kiss Freddy and Annie for me won't you?" He picked up her jacket and helped her into it. "Every night?"

"I will." She tied the belt on her jacket and kissed his cheek " Tell her okay? Don't make me come back to yell at you."

"Heaven forbid..."He said in mock terror "I guess if that's the deal I'll have to, won't I?" He arched an eyebrow, a trace of his old grin ghosted on his lips.

"Goodbye George."

She smiled and bent down and picked up the suitcase that held the final traces of her ever having lived in the house. In an instant she was enveloped in wind and the portkey swept her away.

"Bye Angie." He whispered to the empty walls that had once been his home and then with a turn and loud crack, he was back in his shop. Angelina had moved to Australia, but long before that he had move back to the flat above the shop. The house had already been sold.

The shop was cool and comforting after the ordeal of seeing the woman who, within the next week, would be his ex-wife. His breath caught when the door opened and a young woman walked in, the young woman who had been the cause of so many of their arguments of late.

The young woman he was just beginning to admit to himself that he was falling in love with.

"Hello," he smiled at her, "Just who I was hoping would come by today."

"You've been on my mind," she smiled and put her hand on his arm, "I've been hoping things didn't go badly with the paper signing."

He took the papers out of his jacket pocket; one set of divorce papers and one set of papers for the sale of their house, and put them in a drawer for safekeeping. He would see their attorney the next day to file them. "Not too bad," he shrugged, "You know how it is, you've been there."

"I'm hardly a good example of proper divorce protocol," she laughed, "if you remember correctly I nearly crucio-ed Rolf the last time I saw him."

"Of course I remember, I was the one who restrained you."

"I know, but it's okay...I forgive you for it." She grinned.

He laughed, he really adored her spirit. It was so much like his had once been. Just looking at her smile he realized that maybe, maybe with the right person, it could be that way again.

"I thought you might like to come for dinner with Daisy, Daddy and I." She smiled softly, "I finally got all the wrackspurts out of the house, so it shouldn't be like last time, no burned food."

"I think I would really like that." He smiled and picked up his jacket again. "I'd come even if it you hadn't gotten rid of the wrackspurts."

She surprised him by suddenly stopping and kissing his cheek. "Thank you, what a nice thing to say."

Perhaps Angelina had been right...maybe he should tell her how he felt.

Maybe...Someday.

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-Chapter Two Preview-

Luna has

an unwelcome visitor

who brings even more

unwelcome

news.

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-NOTE: Yeah so I read on Wikipedia, that bastion of false truths, that George married Angelina Johnson and had two kids, and I kind of went ballistic...since every indication was that Fred was the one Angelina cared for. News flash JK Rowling... just because they are twins does not make them interchangeable! Wikipedia also had Luna paired off with someone named Rolf Scamander who wasn't even in the books. EYEROLL!!!

Just in case it is true that this is what is in her head, I had to fix JK Rowling's horrible mistake.