Fawns Heart

{Seventy-one}

George's pov - 

Dear Fawn,

It's been a few days since everything... it's so hard now that you're gone. I don't even know why I keep writing to you, you aren't even here. We all miss you so much, please come back, please.

I wonder how the after life is treating you...

Your best friend,

George x

"George! George! Where does mum keep the dittany?!" Ginny ran into my room in a hurry.

"Uhh, bottom cupboard to the right. Why?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowed as she rushed off without another word.

I but the old letter back in it's draw and quickly ran down the stairs. Ginny ran out of the kitchen and practically sprinted outside, I followed her slowly wondering what happened. Everyone was outside, Valerie was sitting on the ground in tears while Fred sat next to her, rubbing her back gently. 

"Please, don't! Fuck- Granger do something!" 

I turned to the source of the voice, my heart dropped. Ginny was handing bottles and bandages to Hermione, Ron and Harry stood there, unsure on what to do while Malfoy was nearly screaming.

"George, support her head please, I need her to be elevated." Hermione rushed her words.

I gulped before quickly stepping over to her. I sat down at her head, her eyes were closed while blood seeped through her white shirt. Ginny began to undo the buttons of her shirt, exposing the dagger that was stuck in her chest. I felt frozen, Malfoy was begging her to keep her eyes open, Hermione was trying to figure out the best way to heal it, Ginny was crying, everything was so chaotic.

"George!" Hermione yelled, signalling for me to lift her head up.

I gently placed my hands under her sleepy head, lifting her up and crossing my legs, letting her shoulders be elevated while her head rested on my lap.

"What happened?" I asked to no one in particular, I was too focused on her face, her face that was full of life only ten minutes ago, but now was draining of all colour.

"That fucking bitch stabbed her!" Malfoy yelled and stood up quickly, rushing over to where Walker and Fred sat, "What are you doing Weasley?! This fucking idiot just stabbed your ex-girlfriend! Yet you're trying to comfort her rather than trying to keep Fawn alive!" He shouted, running his hands through his hair as he tried not to punch my brother.

"Malfoy!" Hermione yelled, gesturing to Fawn, asking for help, "I need you to pull the dagger out."

Malfoy looked paler than ever as he walked back over to where I sat, her head in my lap, her skin growing cold. His chest heaved as he gripped onto the handle of the dagger, I could see the pain in his eyes as he glanced to her closed ones. He placed his other hand on her chest, to hold her down while he pulled out the blade. He closed his eyes before quickly ripping the dagger out.

Hermione sprung into action as the wound began to spill more and more blood. her chest was still moving, she was still moving, but with every second that went by, it moved a little slower, a little less. I was scared shitless.

Malfoy backed himself away and stared at her limp body, he shook his head in denial, as if he was trying to convince himself this was a dream, but it wasn't, it was very real. I don't know how long I stared at Malfoy with his knees tucked up to his chest, but soon enough Hermione was barking more orders at me.

"Take her inside and put her on the couch." She demanded as she picked herself and Fawn's blood stained shirt up.

I took a deep breath before picking her up bridal style and walking her inside. I say her down slowly on the couch, holding her up so that Hermione could wrap a bandage around her chest. She was only in her bra and underwear as Hermione continued to wind the white fabric around her body. Her head rested on my shoulder as she slept, Merlin I hoped she was sleeping.