They're Back!

Chapter 2--Birthday Morning Blues

Breakfast, french toast, was being made in the Burrow the next morning as Harry limped down the stairs, surprising everyone that he was able to walk by himself. "Ron, would you be a dear and help Harry a bit?" Molly Weasley asked. "Sure mom." Ron replied as he got up to help his friend. "Mrs. Weasley, can I ask you a question?" Harry asked. "Certainly dear! What is it?" Molly asked back. "Was my mother a nice person?" Harry asked. "She was the nicest person I've ever met," Molly said, "why do you ask?" "If she was that nice," Harry questioned, "how is she related to that monster?" Harry was referring to his Aunt Petunia when he said this, his voice showing that he had been broken inside. Broken emotionally because of the two years of torture that had been forced onto him. "I-I don't know Harry." Molly answered, her voice brimmed with sadness. "Sometimes the best people are-" "MOOM!" Came the voice of George, who was running down the stairs and sobbing uncontrollably, "MOMMY I NEED YOU!" George wailed as he ran to his mother and hugged her. "What's wrong dear?" Molly asked as she hugged her crying son, "You should be happy, after all, it is your-" She stopped. The look on her face went from sad to even sadder in a split second. Then, they all remembered. It was April 1st, the Twin's 23rd birthday, and it would be the third that they spent without each other. That was why George was crying, he missed his brother, his twin brother. The only person in the entire world who knew exactly what he needed, more than his own mother. Fred was also the only person who never mixed up the twins, aside from George of course. Molly led George to a seat at the table and sat him down. George, however, just put his head down and cried, he cried because his best friend was gone, and it seemed like the world had fallen apart.

For the next two minutes.