raison d'être (george weasley x reader)

4.8

Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Lee, Angelina, and Alicia were all called to McGonagall's office early in the morning. The group was very clearly upset by the recent cancellation of their match against Slytherin and were even less ecstatic about Oliver's reaction.

"What did you two do now?" Angelina hissed, glaring at the twins.

"We didn't do anything!" Fred protested. "Ron, what did you do?"

"What? Nothing!" Ron protested. "I'm sure it was you and George who did something."

The brothers immediately started bickering about who did what, each one pointing fingers at the other. Their friends watched on exasperatedly and did their best to tune the argument out.

The door soon thud open, silencing the boys, and McGonagall walked in. She had a somber look on her face and had pressed her lips into a thin line.

"I know you all must be disappointed about your match," she started, looking at each student in turn. "I wish I had better news to give, but I'm afraid I don't."

The Gryffindors all exchanged confused and concerned looks.

"Ms. Granger and Ms. L/N were found last night," she said, causing all of her students' faces to fall. "They've been attacked."

"But...Y/N's a pureblood," George pointed out, willing it not to be true. "She's supposed to be safe."

McGonagall looked down. "We suspect she may have been shielding Ms. Granger. The two were found together with Ms. L/N standing in front of her."

"Where are they?" Angelina asked.

"Can we see them?" Alicia added, grabbing Lee's arm for support.

"Yes," McGonagall nodded. "Madam Pomfrey is seeing to them."

Without a second thought, George walked out of the room; the rest took a bit longer to follow. He walked a quarter down the hall before breaking out into a full sprint.

"George, wait up!" Fred called, chasing after him.

George ignored him and continued to run all the way to the Hospital Wing. His heart was pounding and he tried to recall anything that Y/N may have said prior to the attack, but his mind was blank - he couldn't think of anything. It was like his brain had shut down at the news.

As soon as he reached the wing, he threw the door open and frantically searched the room. His body grew heavy the moment he spotted her and he had to drag his feet towards her bed.

"Y/N..." he whispered, staring at her petrified figure.

She was frozen with a terrified look in her eyes. One hand was raised as if she was holding something and the other was reached behind her, likely having been holding Hermione's hand.

A small gasp sounded from behind him as Angelina and Alicia spotted their friend. They pushed past George and carefully moved to the other side of her, hovering their hands near her, too afraid to fully touch her.

George shook his head and turned to leave. He grabbed the front of Fred's shirt. "Field. Now."

"What?" Fred asked, looking over George's shoulder to see Y/N. "Mate, we just got here."

"Now," George repeated.

Fred took one last glance at Y/N before nodding and grabbing Lee. Together, the three boys left the wing, all of them feeling the weight of her empty stare boring into their backs.

Days had passed and George had spent most days driving himself to exhaustion on the field. He returned to the common room late each night covered in mud and dripping from either the rain or sweat.