raison d'être (george weasley x reader)

7.2

Fervent shouts echoed through Grimmauld Place and all of the manor's lights lit up. The air grew heavy as the Order escorted a screaming M/N and a barely conscious Y/N into the main living space, which had been transformed into a makeshift med-bay.

Bill placed Y/N on the longest couch, stepping back to let Molly and M/N begin their healing. Although there wasn't much they could do, both women were just trying to ease the pain as much as they could.

George, who Remus and Sirius had barred in the kitchen, began to flail frantically. He recognized M/N's voice as soon as they walked into the house and since Arthur was still out searching for F/N, he knew she could only be crying about one person.

"Let me out!" he fought, straining against the two older men. "Let go of me!"

Years of playing quidditch had proven to make holding him back difficult. Remus and Sirius grunted as they shouted at him to calm down, swearing that he could go to her once she was stable.

Still, George was having none of it. He kicked and fought against their hold, all while focusing his ears on anything the Order might be saying about the attack.

Eventually, another booming voice entered the household: Arthur had returned with F/N.

The distracted allowed George to kick Sirius square in the stomach, causing him to loosen his hold just enough for George to rip out of Remus' grip. He sprinted into the living space, ignoring the Order and scanning the area for Y/N.

A lump formed in George's throat as soon as he spotted her on the couch. A swell of despair and burning-hot rage formed inside of him as he took staggered steps in her direction.

"Keep the children out," Arthur instructed Molly. There wasn't much more the women could do for Y/N, so the focus was now on limiting panic. "George-"

"Let him stay, Dad," Bill interrupted, siding by his brother. "She'll want to wake up to a familiar face."

He gently pushed George in Y/N's direction, giving him the go-ahead to approach her. Without a word, George sped to her side and dropped down to his knees, not giving anyone a chance to stop him.

M/N, who was still beside her, placed a hand on his shoulder, both for her own physical support and to subtly loosen the tension in his shoulder. Soon enough F/N rounded the couch as well. He pulled his wife to her feet, giving her a once over before hugging her tightly.

"What happened?" F/N asked, keeping his tone as gentle as possible.

The question caused the room to still and George squeezed Y/N's hand. She was pale — much too pale for any living person — and her skin was cold to the touch.

"The Carrows," M/N started, fighting to keep her voice steady. If it weren't for F/N's grip, she was sure to have fallen. "They found us. I was already downstairs waiting for you when it happened and Y/N ran down as soon as she heard the noise."

A sob escaped her and she hid her face in her husband's chest.

"She was brilliant, F/N," she said through cries. "She held her own. It was me — I wasn't paying attention and Alecto Carrow, she cast the Cruciatus curse."

George held his breath. He knew what she was going to say.

"She took the hit," M/N sobbed. "She pushed me out of the way!"

F/N's jaw tightened as he held M/N. He smoothed the back of her hair with his hand, trying to stay calm while also comforting her.

George had to let go of Y/N's hand, the fury that filled him made him worry that he may crush her hand. He shot up to his feet and began pacing the room, clenching and unclenching his fist to expel all of his excess energy.