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The Only Thing That Mattered

By George Weasley's Ear

'NO!' Every Weasley was screaming, crying. George felt as though the world had stopped spinning. No it could not be true, his twin was not dead; he couldn't possibly be. If he was, then that meant part of George was gone.

Lost in these thoughts, George had not realised he was crying. No one else had either, as they were crying so hard themselves.

'How d'you feel, Georgie?' Fred seemed to ask.

'Lousy,' George said. 'Without you here, I feel lousy.'

'You prat,' George could have sworn Fred was talking to him. 'How do you think I feel? I'm dead!'

'Well, dead people don't feel anything.'

'Fair point, little bro,' Fred said, chuckling.

'Hey! Who are you calling little? You can't be more than a minute older than me!' George whispered, knowing that if he talked too loudly, people would question his sanity.

'Well, come to think of it, dead people do feel things. You have no idea how much I miss you, Mum, Dad, Percy, Bill, Charlie, Ron, Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Lee. I miss all of you so much.'

'Are you here with us now?' George asked frantically.

'I never left.' Fred's voice faded as he said this.

But how was that supposed to help him? Fred was dead. He was gone. George would never talk to him again. Or play pranks on Mum with him. Or make him laugh. Losing Fred hurt more than losing his ear ever had.

George hadn't noticed, but the battle was over. They had won. But what was the point of victory if Fred wasn't there to celebrate. George saw people celebrating, but he did not join in.

He realised he would need someone to work with at the shop. George knew exactly who that person would be. He walked over to Ron.

'Ron, would you like to work at the shop with me?'

'But, why me? Why do want me to work at the shop?' asked Ron.

'Because,' said George. 'I've seen the look on your face when you go in there. And you're my brother. My little brother.'

'So you aren't closing the shop?' Ron wondered.

'Closing the shop? Are you mad? After all the work that went in to that!' George asked, scandalized. 'And I reckon people need a good laugh anyway. So will you do it?'

'Help you at the shop? Of course!' Ron exclaimed happily.

And that was the only thing that mattered to George.

A/N: Hi Guys! I hope you liked my 2nd story. I did actually have tears in my eyes when I was writing this! If it's half as popular as 'Have You Seen a Toad?' I'll be happy. Umm yeah. So please Review! :D :D

Piles of Dungbombs,

George Weasley