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A Beginning

Once the store was cleaned and everything put away George and Angelina apparated to a hill nearby the Burrow. They hadn't done that much talking. Perhaps that was one of the reasons that George wanted Angelina around, she wouldn't grill him about why he wanted to do things and she didn't try to get him to talk all the time.

But the thing that was still on his mind was going to this family dinner. He shook his head, why did his family have to be like this?

So, open and caring?

A small smile flitted across his face, he didn't mind exactly, he'd much rather they were like this then other families who shut out instead of reaching out to others in pain.

And he knew that Fred's death had hurt the rest of his family. But he also knew that it couldn't be anywhere near what he had. They didn't have half of them ripped away from them. In fact, they had all grown closer. Like he and Ang…

Over just one more hill and they would be there. Now every step felt like it was too much and he just wanted to stop.

But Angelina was there and she was still walking. Fred would still go, so would George. He knew that Fred would want him to continue and George did want to continue with life, but it was hard. Fred wasn't there and if Fred was left and George was gone, it would have been just as hard for Fred to move on.

He wondered if everyone was going to be there. He knew that his parents would, but Charlie? Bill and Fleur? Percy?

George wasn't angry at Percy anymore. There had been a time when he was, but he realized it was mostly that he was angry that he hadn't been there to save Fred, Percy had given George the best news about it. The reason for the smile that had been forever left on Fred's face.

They soon came into view of the Burrow.

Their childhood home.

"Are you still ready?"

He looked over at Angelina who was quietly looking at him.

George contemplated that as he looked at the Burrow again. Was he ready? Was he ready to go home and see that place? Those faces?

Looking at Angelina he nodded, "Yes." He was ready, with Angelina there.

Once inside his mother threw her arms around George and hugged him tight. She rubbed his back a few times before stepping back and looking him up and down, "So good to see you George."

"You too Mum."

She smiled and then turned to Angelina and pulled her into a hug, "So glad you could join us too."

"Thanks for having me." She said.

"Well you're just in time for dinner, come on in. I've just sent Ginny to fetch them from out back."

Just at that moment they heard a bunch of noise and a few seconds later they saw them. His Dad and Percy were in a conversation, Bill and Fleur were holding hands, Ron, Harry and Charlie were all talking and Ginny and Hermione brought up the rear.

Ginny was the first to notice them, "George! Angelina! You guys made it!"

"Of course they made it." His Mum said as she moved to the table with George in tow, almost as if in fear that he would leave. Had he been hurting her that bad? He looked at the rest of his family and wondered if he had done that with pulling away.

But he could hardly put blame, it was hard. Very hard to be around them. Was it just as hard for them to not have him around as it was for him to be around them? He wasn't sure; he'd have to think about that later.

"Well George, it's nice to see you away from that store." His Dad said as he sat down.

"Arthur, don't pester him." George's mum said quietly.

"I was just saying that it was nice."

"Come on everyone, sit down."

Percy looked at George and smiled and nodded toward the table. George nodded and sat down at his usual seat. Angelina sat down next to him, but not in Fred's spot.

Ginny and Hermione were sitting on the other side of Angelina whispering while Ron and Harry sat across from them. Bill, Fleur and Charlie all sat down on the other side of the table and were soon after followed by their Mum.

Dinner progressed as it always had. Lots of eating and everyone talking about their day and things they wanted to do. George was surprised with how much he had missed in the time that he had kept away from his family as much as possible. Angelina talked very easily with his family, it was always easy. Ginny and Ron had been on the Quidditch team. She knew Charlie, Bill and Fleur. And of course Harry and his parents. Her parents. He wondered if she saw them like that. George talked with them about as much as he could, almost as much as Angelina had.

Soon dinner was over and George found himself wondering if he should stay or leave; He looked at his family and decided that he should stay. He didn't contribute much to the conversation, but he stayed.

Finally after a very long evening George made it back to their—his flat. Angelina had gone back to her flat and he to the—his. He took a deep breathe and sat down on his bed. That had been hard and yet; he found that he was glad that he did go. He felt better, and he wasn't sure exactly why, but he knew that going had been a good idea.

Of course part of that had been due to Angelina being there. She made it easier.

Angelina.

His friend.

His brother's wife.

His dead brother's wife.

Shaking his head he knew that he needed Angelina just as much as she said she needed him. They both needed to be there for each other. He wanted to be there for her and she apparently wanted to be there for him.

There was no other way; Angelina was staying in his life.

And his family?

His family was staying there too. He needed them just like they seemed to want him. Sure his family didn't know the loss like he did, but Fred was their brother, their son.

If Fred were in George's room right now he knew what he would say. Fred would tell him to stop feeling sorry and sad and still live life. Live life to the fullest. Easy for Fred to say, he was on the other side.

It wouldn't be easy to continue life. It would take a lot. At the beginning George could barely breathe without it hurting. But now…it wasn't so bad. Something that he could handle. Fred would want that. After all if George had been the one to leave Fred, he'd have wanted Fred to continue.

Fred.

His brother.

His other half.

The person that knew his deepest secrets, although they weren't secrets to Fred, they never had been. They both could read the other very well and knew. They were able to finish each other sentences. They had done everything together…almost everything. Fred had gotten married first telling George that he would soon follow, Fred would have been a father first, and now Fred was the first to die. To leave George. George would follow, but he wasn't going to follow anytime soon. As much as he wanted to be with Fred, he couldn't. He wouldn't.

George blinked away the tears in his eyes and looked across the hall to Fred's closed bedroom door. He would continue. Fred was just waiting somewhere else. George would go on.

He lay down on his bed and took another deep breathe. He wasn't sure just what he was going to be facing tomorrow, but he knew that he could do it. Fred would have wanted him to continue. And so he would.