Numb | George Wealsey

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The day that they took you

I wish it was me instead

- Two of us by Louis Tomlinson

tw: depression

 Just below him his family held a meeting. The Weasley's grew more and more concerned as the days go by about George's state. 

"It's been a year Arthur! You have to guide him to take a shower." Molly voice broke midsentence. "He can barely walk." 

"Molly dear he just needs time." Arthur reasoned. The words that time will heal chanted through his head as if it was a magically phrase that could fix his son. 

"But he will lose everything, they worked for." The shop was still as successful, but the products they had made ran thin and Hermione could only replicate some of the products. "He can't lose that too."

The sound of his heartbroken wife made Arthur feel useless. All he wanted was to take it away. The pain, the sorrow, and most of all the loss. He wanted to wish it away and see the beautiful smile. The same one that caused the wrinkles that now stayed present on her face. But now he couldn't even describe what took the brightening smile place. It was grim, unwelcoming and it hurt. 

It hurt Arthur, because he should of been there for his children. It hurt, because he should of stepped up and protected them. He fought for his children and their future, but he should of fought with them. Then maybe just maybe he could see that beautiful smile again. 

Arthur knew she was right. He needed to get his son out of his room and back to what he does best. But how can he get his son to make someone laugh, when he hasn't heard him laugh in a year. 

The knock on the door did nothing to George. He sat at the edge of his bed and faced the window as he watched the December snow touch the ground. The bed sinking did nothing but make sit slouched from the weight. 

"You missed Christmas dinner last night." The deafening silence that followed gave Arthur enough time to look over his son's appearance. The once built scrawny teen was now just scrawny. All the muscles from the years of Quidditch was gone. His freckles faded from the lack of sunlight and his hair fell onto his shoulders just covering his eyes.

He looked ill and the thought itself made Arthur's heart clench. 

"Ron asked Hermione to marry him." Silence. "You should of seen him. His face was red as his hair and stuttered like crazy." Nothing. Not even a small smile. Arthur nodded to himself. He knew that getting him to laugh nonetheless smile would be hard. 

"I love you son."

It had been a couple of days since then and Ron was the next one to try. He started to ramble of Auror training and how Harry gotten him stuck in some kind of glue that Ron thought could be transformed into a prank.

But nothing. However on the inside George's hear swelled a little. The thought of his little brother thinking about pranks while he did his job meant something to him. Fred would be proud. 

Because that's all they wanted. The twins never allowed Ron to join because they saw something he didn't. When no one looked their little brother showed so much potential. Something Percy couldn't even meet. He could hear Fred's snide comments that would tear down their little brother's idea. But he also knew that as soon as Ron would leave they'd be working on that same project. If only. 

Percy didn't even try to step into the room. He hadn't since they had came back from the battle. Instead he sat in between the threshold back against the frame, feet against the other side. 

"I'm sorry Georgie." He always started off. "I should of been easier on you two. I should of listened to you when you would say I had a stuck up my arse. Then maybe just maybe I could been a second earlier." The older brother wept silently at the door and George did too. He wept for the loss of his brother and the potential that the three of them could of had. 

Bill and Charlie came together. The two practical irrespirable after the War.  The only time would be when the other had to work. They were probably the only ones to understand the bond that Fred and George had. The two eldest grew up attached to the hip and did everything together. 

They sat one on each side of him and just stayed silent. They knew nothing that they could say could help with what he was feeling. They knew that whatever he felt, he would need to handle himself. Because it wasn't like the time the pet cat died or when their fish died. You couldn't replace this with something else. 

Ginny came. A month had past of the Weasley attempting to help their brother. Everyone but Ginny. She sat on his floor at his feet and played with the loose shoe string on her shoes. Ginny did this for the past three days. Just sat as George stared into the distance.

She wondered where he went when he did that. Was it somewhere better? Was it helping? Her first Harpies game was coming up and she wanted him to come. She wanted him face painted and with some obnoxious sign that would have her cheeks blush from embarrassment. Most of all she wanted to see how proud he was, when she flew around the cheering stands as they chanted her name. She wanted her brother back. 

She breathed in one deep last time before she raised her eyes up. The breathe caught George's attention and he looked down locking in eye contact. It was then when Ginny knew that he didn't go anywhere when he spaced out. That he just simply stared until the pain subsided enough for him to fall asleep. She stared into his dark empty eyes and broke. 

The first sob came quick and quiet before she fell apart. She felt the familiar feeling when her heart starting to seize and her shoulders started to shake. Her red hair fell as it framed her face as she buried her head into her knees catching any loose tears. 

She heard the bed creak and two very familiar yet foreign arms wrap around her. In an instant she unwrapped hers from her knees and around him. Her head buried now into his collarbone as she wept. Ginny felt the light kisses of comfort on the top of her head, just like he use to when she got hurt. 

"Please George I want my brother back."