Georgelina - Hope (OS)

Hope

One Shot \\ Hope \\ WICELA

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series nor everything that comes with it. The rights go to J. K. Rowling. The only things I own are the holes in her stories that I filled with my fantasies.

Date: May 12 (2016)

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Losing Fred had hurt. It had hurt so much that George hadn't known what to do for a long time now. He had brought himself and his brothers in difficult positions; he was keeping himself alive in the flat above Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, while Percy and Ron did everything they could to help him with the shop - while both persuading another career for their own. Percy hadn't left his spot next to the Minister of Magic after the war, but did finally used all his holiday hours. Ron, however, was still becoming an Auror, together with Harry, but even George could see the only reason he was really doing that was because of Hermione. Every single morning, Percy or Ron would come upstairs to the flat, ask him if he had any new ideas for the shop, but George wouldn't even move from the same bed he was lying in for months now. How strange it was, Fred's bed suddenly didn't smell like Fred anymore. All his stuff, just became stuff when it wasn't Fred's anymore. How could everyone live their life so beautifully while Fred was gone?

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A month later

"Seriously? You're lying in his bed? How charming." George looked up to see which words had woken him up. It was Angelina, standing there like he was nothing. Like he was incapable of anything.
"I had some catching up to do with sleeping and fell in the wrong bed," George mumbled back, not even trying to make some joke about the whole situation.
"Yeah...you mean you just woken up from your four months during beauty nap?" Angelina asked with her eyebrow raised. Deciding not to spoil him any further - although she knew why everyone had spoiled him - she took his blanked, opened a window and threw it out.
"Hey! That's my blanked!" George yelled half sleepy half angrily.

"Yeah, well it smelled like someone died in here," Angelina said. George winced and looked down.
"You George, it smells like you died in here," she explained with a sight. George stepped out of his bed and then realized he everything had to be smelly in here.
"Yeah, well, part of me died anyway, so I don't care," he mumbled, without even completely meaning it.
"Shut up and shower already, George!" Angelina commanded and she quickly walked away before George had found the courage to undress himself in front of her. She knew he wouldn't even be joking about it; he just wouldn't care.

"Thank you," someone said to her. She turned around to see Ron standing there.

"He clearly needed the push," Angelina smiled.

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Three months later

Things were going better. At least, better than before. He still wasn't there yet, but everyone knew that George would never become really...himself again. There were little baby steps; first time he actually lived like a human being, the first time he cooked his own dinner, the first time he was alone in his flat again without collapsing again, the first time he set a foot outside of his flat. Angelina had been there for every little step. It had actually been Ginny who contacted her to ask for this enormous task. Angelina had put herself into her work as Chaser of Pride of Portree. Even though the team had won two League Cups, it wasn't doing that well and that way Angelina had slowly worked herself from stand-by to Chaser. People said she was flying day and night to conquer the League Cup yet again, but Ginny knew different. Even though she was still at Hogwarts - determined to finish school - she already had some acquaintances on the Quidditch Pitch and that was how she landed at Angelina. Her unhealthy habit of flying so often didn't go unnoticed by the hardcore fan, as she wrote in her letter, but when the two met, Ginny told the true reason she wanted to see Angelina. Everybody knew Angelina and Fred were dating and even though the war had been making a lot of things vague, it was obvious they still cared for each other very deeply, and Angelina had been suffering after the war. Of course there were loads of reasons she was suffering, but she couldn't deny Fred was one of them. Her talk with Ginny somehow had made her more active than her parents, Alicia and Katie ever could. George had become her personal...project if she could call it that. It was a way for her to live a bit more spontaneously and for George to grow, bit by bit.