Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter characters. However, there will be several original characters appearing in this fic who do belong to me.

A/N: I wanted to write about how George got back to living a normal life after Deathly Hallows. I'm also happy that I'm able to post this today, on the one month anniversary of the Deathly Hallows release. It's my first Harry Potter fic but the idea came to me and I couldn't let it go. Most chapters should be a bit longer than this one. This is kinda like the prologue.

Learning to Let Go

Ch. 1 - Intervention

In the small flat in Diagon Alley that he once shared with his brother, George Weasley sat, staring out the window. The streets below were bustling. The defeat of the Dark Lord almost two years ago had not only revived the economy of wizarding business communities such as Diagon Alley, it had made it stronger than anyone could remember it ever being. One would think, then, that, being a business owner himself, this news would thrill George. The truth of the matter, however, was that George had not felt happiness, excitement, or any other strong emotion in nearly two years. He had lived a hollow, empty existence since the night of the battle at Hogwarts; the night his twin brother had died. He knew that he was not the only one who mourned for Fred but none of the others could truly understand his loss. In losing a twin, it was almost as if he had lost half of himself.

With a sigh, George pushed himself off the window seat and glanced about the room in search of his magenta work robes. He wasn't really in the mood to go to work but he knew that if he didn't make an appearance at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, Ron would either come up to the flat himself or send someone else up, who would proceed to hover over George until he agreed to join the world for the day. With a shudder at that thought, George shrugged into his robes and trudged downstairs to the shop.

"Good morning, Mr. Weasley!" Verity greeted him cheerfully as he entered.

George grunted in reply and made his way over to the counter, where he slumped down onto a stool. He was no longer highly interactive with his customers. Ron and Verity did a fair job of running the shop themselves, but everyone thought it would be good for George to continue working. This thought caused George to grumble a bit. Everyone seemed to think they knew what was best for him. Really, he wished they would just bloody well leave him alone.

Of course, Ron picked that moment to wander over, "George, Mum wanted me to remind you that you've got an appointment at St. Mungo's later today. She's decided to go with you. She'll be here around two o'clock to pick you up."

George gave a small groan and rolled his eyes. It had only been a week since his mother had confronted him about his inability to move on after Fred's death. She had taken up the idea that he neede professional help and run with it. That included setting up this appointment at St. Mungo's. It was the last thing in the world George wanted; more people prying into his feelings and trying to force him back into a life that no longer existed. He slouched even lower on the stool, hoping to remain as inconspicuous as possible until two o'clock.

When the appointed time arrived, there was a distinct popping sound that came from the flat upstairs. Moments later, Mrs. Weasley appeared in the doorway to the stairs. George breifly wondered if he stood any chance of escaping. Mrs. Weasley must have seen his thoughts on his face for she commanded in an overly-loud voice, "Hold it right there, George Weasley! You're coming with me even if I have to force you into a side-along apparition."

"Fine, I'll come along if it'll get you off my back," replied George, sighing for what must have been the ten thousandth time that day.

"Good. Then we'll be apparating to the entrance of St. Mungo's."

George nodded his understanding before spinning around and disappearing.

Ten minutes later the two Weasleys wre sitting in the office of Jeremiah Delphi, a healer from the Spell Damage department, which didn't make any sense to George. He wasn't here as a result of spell damage. Even if he were, the spell damage he had sustained was incurable. He'd been told as much several times. Therefore, he saw no reason at all that he should be sitting here. Before he could voice his opinion, however, Delphi spoke, "Molly, George. I've got some good news and some bad news for you. The bad news is that, unfortunately, St. Mungo's does not currently have any healers trained to deal with cases such as George's. Counselors have never been overly common in the wizarding world."

"What's the good news, then?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"There is at least one hospital that I know of that has had some success in the area of mental and emotional issues lately," Delphi explained, "Have you heard of the Everett Holkeboer Memorial Wizarding Hospital?"

Mrs. Weasley nodded, hesitantly, "Isn't that where the Longbottoms have been transferred to?"

"That would be correct. It's quite an amazing facility and a few of the healers there are honest to goodness prodigies in the wizarding world."

"Isn't Holkeboer in America?" questioned George, "I didn't even want to come here. I absolutely refuse to be shipped off to America to let people mess around in my head."

"I'm fairly certain you wouldn't have to go," Delphi informed him, "From what I understand, they prefer to work in the patient's usual environment whenever possible. They would more than likely try to send someone here rather than have you go there."

Mrs. Weasley sent George a pleading look. He huffed in response but finally grudgingly agreed to allow Delphi to contact the healers at the American hospital, "Fine, I'll try it, but you have to agree that even if you don't see the results you want, you won't make me try anything else after this."

Not sure she was ready to agree, Mrs. Weasley glanced at Delphi, who nodded, "It's a fair deal. If they can't help him, nothing but time will be able to."

So, reluctantly as it was, Mrs. Weasley agreed to her son's bargain.

"Excellent!" Delphi exclaimed, scooting his chair back and rising to his feet, "I will send an owl right away. It was a pleasure to meet both you both and I sincerely hope that some good will coming from this meeting today."

George muttered something unintelligible and left the room as quickly as possible. Mrs. Weasley lingered a moment longer and thanked Delphi before following her son. As soon as his office was empty, Delphi returned to his seat and pulled out a sheet of parchment. When his letter was composed, he tied the scroll of parchment to the tawny owl in the corner of his office and sent it on it's way.

When the owl reached the Everett Holkeboer Memorial Wizarding Hospital, it headed to straight toward the office of Iris Montgomery, the hospital head. She quickly scanned the letter. For whatever reason, she became particularly interested in this case. When she finished reading, a small smile graced her lips. Of course she would be sending one of her staff members to help. Even better, she knew exactly which healer would be going.