Saving Him/Fred Weasley

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A bright sunlight was entering her bedroom through the thin material of the curtains. Well, his bedroom. She liked to sleep in his room after the war, pretending he was lying next to her. And sometimes, when she wore his clothes to bed, she could still sense his smell, and then pretending was easier.
Sara opened her eyes and saw him laughing while he lifted her in the air in the photo she had on the nightstand table. She slightly smiled remembering that day, it was the day he proposed to her. Sitting up, she sighed, a full year had passed since the war, and since she lost him, and she still misses him as he had died just the day before.

She stood up and got out of the bedroom. The door across from hers was still closed, meaning George wasn't up yet. He had trouble getting out of bed every day, well, every day since it happened. She gently knocked on the door and called his name. 

"George, hey it's morning already, I think you may want to have breakfast and go down to the store before the clients start getting in". She heard him getting up, but he didn't reply, maybe he was having one of those bad days, she had them too. Days, when all she wanted to do was, stay in bed crying and remembering when Fred was still with them, remembering the days when she was actually happy, before all her world came crashing down with his death.

She sighed again and went to the kitchen to make breakfast for her and George, he really had no skills in the kitchen, so every day she handled the meals, it was her way of saying thank you for letting her stay with him. She supposed he liked having her around, she reminded him of his brother, as he reminded her of her boyfriend.

Once she had made and eaten her breakfast, she went back to her bedroom to get a shower and dress for the day. After she graduated from Hogwarts she started working in St Mungo's, and even though, she had to kind of quit when she and the twins went into hiding, she came back after the war was over, after all, working there was the only thing that gave her a reason to get out of bed in the mornings.

Once she was dressed she grabbed her things and got out of her bedroom, coming into the living room, she saw George sitting down on one of the couches eating some scrambled eggs she had left him. 

"Good morning George" she said while sitting beside him, he barely looked at her and mumbled a good morning. She smiled sadly and put her hand on his back in a comforting way, "I'm going to work now okay? But I'll be back around 5. You should get dressed, Verity must be in the shop already".

"I know" he said, "it's just... Well it's just one of those days". She rested her head in his shoulder.

 "I know sweetie" she didn't need to say more, George knew she was there for him if he needed her, as she knew that he was there for her when she needed him. She kissed his shoulder lightly and stood up "I hope your day gets better Georgie" she said smiling a little, even though he was not looking at her. She turned around, got her bag and disapparated to ST Mungo's.

Her morning went along just as any other morning, going from patient to patient, doing tests if needed and faking smiles, that was too part of her job, after all if she ever needed a healer she would expect that he or she were kind to her. What she always enjoyed was visiting Mary. Mary was a woman, in her sixties or so Sara believed, she wasn't sure, that had lost her son in the war, and after that she became a little crazy. She couldn't bear the pain that his death caused her, so in a weird way her mind was protecting her, making her believe that he never died, and sometimes when Sara walked in her room, she was talking alone, and claimed she was talking to her son. That was one of those days, Sara entered Mary's room with her potions and lunch "Hi Mary" she smiled. The old woman looked at her and smiled. 

"Hi honey, how are you today? Look, this is my son Benjamin, isn't he a handsome boy? Well a man I suppose". Mary looked to her left side, where there was nothing more than air, and lifted her arm as she was putting her hand on her son's shoulder. Sara nodded and smiled again.