Untouched and Peace
Disclaimer: I own nothing.Title: The Little Things that Matter
Challenge: All Aboard the Love Boat
Paring: Luna Lovegood and George Weasley
Prompt: Untouched and PeaceA Year and Ten Months AF
George and Luna stood in front of a door.
The only door in the small flat that George refused to open, touch, or even look at. But, now here he and Luna stood, with boxes in their hands and Luna with a handkerchief tied over her hair.
"It's better to get it done as quick as you can," she said, softly.
George nodded but he still did not move to open the door. From the corner of his eye, he saw Luna look up at him. "Do you want me to do it?"
"No," George said, his voice sounding strained. "I've – I've got to do it."
Hesitating for a moment longer, Luna patiently waiting by his side, George did the unthinkable and pushed open the door to Fred's old room.
The room looked as it had as when Fred had been living here if not a bit more dusty. Clothes and things were scattered over the floor and the covers of his bed still unmade. It was like – like Fred were still there, saying 'I'll clean up when I feel like it. It's my room.'
The moment he had come home from the war, George had locked had closed the door to Fred's messy room and had kept it closed. He hadn't wanted to think about having to clean it out later or even think that that was where his brother used to stay. And so the door had remained closed for two years . . . untouched and forgotten.
George realized he was holding his breath and he let it out in a whoosh. Luna still stood beside him, quietly, waiting for him to step inside first. He consciously thanked Merlin for her being there . . . he probably would have never done this if she hadn't brought it up.
Slowly, George entered the room. It was weird walking in there and not having Fred there to kick him out again. They had agreed that now that they each had their own rooms, they'd respect each other's privacy. The doors were always open though.
He couldn't do it.
George spun on his heel, making his way out of the room, the boxes falling from his hands. It was too much. He couldn't do it . . . not yet.
He sunk down onto his couch, chiding himself for being such a wimp. But then he felt a hand on his shoulder and looking up he saw Luna smiling down at him softly. "Just one step at a time, George, it's alright," she said.
And so for the next couple of days, George followed her advice and took to Fred's room one step at a time. The door stayed open the whole day, like it used to and with each passing day, things were able to be touched and put in the box . . . that had been a extremely difficult part for him. As he watched Luna fold things and put them away and as he held his brother's old Quidditch robes in his hands, he had the strange urge to cry. He wouldn't let Luna see, though, so he left the room again and cried in the bathroom.
Luna was very respectful about the whole thing, though. She didn't talk about it or ask him if he wanted to talk and each time he left the room suddenly, she didn't question it but simply followed, dropping whatever she were doing and walking out of the room too.
Five days later, the cleaning was almost done. They had packed everything away and planned to move into an extra storage area down in the shop. It had been hard yes, but George had managed.
Luna had left the room, taking one of the lighter boxes down stairs and George sat down on the now tidy bed. He looked around the room to the now bare walls and the now clean floor. It was almost like his brother had never been.
And then he saw the picture, tucked away inside Fred's side drawer. It was an old picture, had to have been taken back in their fifth year. Must have been, George realized, for he could see Oliver Wood swinging around the Quidditch Cup.
George smiled down at the picture as the younger Fred through his arms around the younger George's shoulders. They hit the Bludger bats together, their shouts of joy probably heard over all the rest. That had been one of the best moments of both their lives.
Luna came back into the room, sitting down quietly beside him. She laughed softly, "I remember that. You all were so happy."
George smiled again. "Yeah."
A tear fell silently from his eye but he realized he wasn't sad. In fact he felt really, really good.
Luna must have realized this though because she put her hand on his shoulder and for the first time she asked, "Are you alright?"
George thought for a moment before nodding and saying, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."
And it was the truth. A certain sense of peace had settled over him. He could do as Luna did now and look towards the sky, knowing his brother was looking down at him. Sure it could never be the same as having him hear with him, laughing, joking, planning for the shops, but it could be close.
George took a deep, soothing, pain-free breath of air, getting to his feet. He folded the picture, putting it in his pocket before holding out his hand to Luna. "Come on, we've still got a lot of work to do."
Luna grinned, taking his hand and letting him pull her to her feet. Together, they continued to move boxes down the stairs, George with a smile on his face.
Since then the door to Fred's room has stayed open.A/N: Whoa, that was hard to right. But it made me feel good you know. Alright, now that George is at peace it's time to work on him and Luna. Wish me luck!!