Pieces of Them

Chapter 2

"George?"

George's flashback of last night was cut off at the sound of his name. He still felt the guilt that had been eating away at him throughout the night. He took a deep breath as he covered his face with his hands.

"I could've handled that a lot better than I did."

Angelina sighed as well, taking one of his hands in hers.

"Yeah, you probably could've, but whats done is done. Now, how are you going to go about telling her?"

"I don't think I can do it Ange. She probably wont talk to me now anyway."

Angelina gave him a stern look, one that could only be mastered after years of being a mother. 

"That's no excuse George Weasley. She's your daughter. You have to make things right with her."

George squeezed her hand.

"That's just it Ange, what if I tell her and she hates me for keeping it from her? What if she gets so mad that she decides she wants to go stay with Mum and Dad?"

He heard his wife let out a small chuckle.

"George, you're overreacting. She loves you. You raised her as your own and at such a young age. She'll forgive you. You just need to go talk to her."

George looked over at his smiling wife as she placed her hand on his cheek.

"It's time George. She's not a baby anymore."

After a quick kiss, she sat up and began to get dressed.

"I'm going to go get the kid's school supplies with Freddie and Roxy today its his first year and he wants to go pick out everything. When I get back I expect this conflict to be resolved."

With that, she pulled on her shirt and walked out of the room. An hour and a few goodbye kisses later, George was all alone in his kitchen. Lyra had yet to come out of her room. He didn't know if he should go knock on the door or just give her some space. Teenagers were almost impossible to read and the inevitable conversation he would have to have with her was weighing heavily on him. 

It was times like this that he wished they were here the most. Fred might have been no help at all, but at least it would have been comical. You could always count on him to make light of a situation. Her though, she would have known exactly what to do. She was always so good at listening to people's problems, and she was easy to talk to, never judgmental. She was the type of person you could go to for anything and she would be there for you, no matter what time of day. Fred too, in a way. They were both amazing people. Now he was alone, left to try to figure it all out by himself. George closed his eyes shut tight, leaned his head back and spoke quietly to himself.

"I wish you two were here. How could you leave me here alone with her."

George swears he could almost hear his brother laughing at his misery. In fact, he knows exactly what he would say to him right now.

"What? Can't handle a fourteen year old girl, Georgie? That's pretty pathetic, dear brother."

George covered his face with his hand as he smiled to himself.