It hadn't been long since the wizarding War. Everyone was affected by the events, by the losses, George was one of them.

Now they were both in your house, they were lying on your bed while the redhead was lying with his head on your chest, he was like a little child in your arms, he was crying inconsolably for the loss of his brother, in fact he had dyed his hair to a darker color so as not to see his twin in the mirror..

“It's not fair, none of this is fair.”