Hi there, Welcome to my first Harry Potter based Fic, and probably wont be more than 2 or 3 chapters. I got the idea for this after some random you tube videos. Hope you enjoy it.!

(Also please note. Instead of getting into a relationship and having a child George has instead cut himself off from the rest of the world.)

All Georges POV unless stated otherwise.

R.I.P Fred T_T my fallen angel xxx

I'm numb. To pain. Emotion. To life.

Nothing is worth living for anymore. I'm a broken soul, wandering. Never noticed. Never missed.

Merlin, how I miss him. To wake up every morning seeing his hair standing on end, or the twinkle in his eyes when he smiled. I wish he was still here. Sure we won the war, but at what cost?

Mum told me I should be grateful, grateful it was just one of us that died, not both. She said she couldn't live that way. I can't bring myself to talk to her anymore. I cant bear the pain.

I wandered around the empty store, looking at all of our creations in the dim sunlight. I hadn't opened the store in weeks...Too many memories. There was a muffled buzzing noise outside. I shuffled over to the window and peered through the dusty blinds. It looked like any other day in Diagon Alley. Filled to the brim with witches and wizards, many of them young, flooding the stores. Preparing for Hogwarts no doubt.

What's that old Muggle saying?..'School days are the best of your life' or somethin' like that. I had to agree. School days were my best, since all of them were with Fred. I dropped the blinds again and carried on looking round the store. I came across the fireworks section, I smiled a little as I remembered the look of horror on Umbridge's face when me and Fred crashed the exam..Priceless.

My heart began to ache at the thought of the empty bed at the other side of our room. I flicked my wand, I just wanted to go back to the flat. Mum always moaned about my apparating habits when we were living with her.

"Muggles can cope with walking and so can you!" She'd say.

At least I was in our home now. I stared at the unmade bed with a dirty pair of boxers and a crumpled t-shirt at the foot of it. I couldn't bring myself to move it or make the bed. I wanted to keep all parts of Fred as they were. I sat on my bed and flicked my wand again, my leather bound journal and a quill dropped to the side of me. I was quite good at voiceless magic now.

For the first time in weeks I spoke..

Sorry it's so short..Reviews are appriciated :). Love you Georgie xx

Chapter 2 will be up very soon.