Ginny

Molly's Clock

Ginny was bedridden for the next two weeks Molly assumed, but she did not like the thought of Ginny being alone in case of another attack, so Ginny was stationed rather publicly in the kitchen. Ron was not informed of what had happened to his younger sister as the Weasley's assumed this information would only hinder him.

Late at night, Fred slept on the couch near the Kitchen and George by the fireplace. They often argued when they thought Ginny was asleep, but she never was. One particular night Ginny had squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to fall asleep but George's slithering voice kept her awake.

"That low life prat." He complained. "I bet he thinks turning us in will help him move up in the Ministry. Does he not remember who fed him for 18 years?"

"I reckon he doesn't care," Fred added in a softer tone than George.

"Calling mum a blood traitor, if I had been there he would have been dead in an instant. I don't care if he's my brother." George was fuming now taking audible breaths.

It was news to Ginny that Percy had been anywhere near her mother in recent days. She let her brothers continue to argue as she watched her mother's clock. It squeaked as Ron's hand flew quickly from traveling to moral peril. Ginny made a thrashing noise as she attempted to lift herself from her bed and move toward the clock. The twins stopped talking immediately and rushed toward Ginny.

"What exactly do you think you are doing" George said, pushing himself onto Ginny's bed.

"Ron's hand is pointing" She stammered but was quickly dizzy and sat back onto the bed. The twins stared in disbelief as Ron's shaking spoon, which was swinging back and forth madly.

"Don't lie to me." Ginny stated harshly before Fred had even began to utter comforting words. 

Her head was still spinning from standing up so fast but she knew one thing for sure Ron was not okay. Both Fred and George sat at the foot of Ginny's bed as she lay her head across their legs. Harry had often told Ginny when they were dating he loved that she was rarely weepy but she felt quite weepy at the moment. Ginny had only cried twice in front of the twins once when she was nine, over them blowing up her room in an important school "experiment", and earlier this year when she thought they were attempting to sell her to the death eaters. Those tears were from sheer anger but the tears that now rose from her eyes were those of utter desperation. No one said anything for a while. The twins let Ginny curl into a ball on their legs and cry, an odd sensation falling over them.

Finally Ginny spoke, "I keep trying not to blame him because he's done so much good but I want my brother back."

It was obvious to George that Ginny was upset with Harry. That she blamed him for her brother running off to know Dumbledore knows what. Fred, on the other hand, could not see Ginny's point as he blamed Ron for his actions. The past week in his head he kept repeating "If he loved us he wouldn't have left us." And what about Mum? How could you willingly leave that behind? Fred thought it rather unwise to share these thoughts at the current moment, as his eyes landed on the clock.

"George?" Ginny asked, her voice a whisper, "You wouldn't actually kill Percy would you?"

The room was eerily silent as George inhaled, "No. No, I don't think I could. If it came right down to it and our wands were drawn at each other I would probably end up disapperating. Not because I'm not pissed at him, because I definatly am, but I could never look mum in the face again. And also I don't really hate him, even though I really want to."

"George, be right honest about this one okay?" Ginny whispered.

"Do you think that if I had died when the death eaters came, do you think Percy would have come to my funeral?"

"Ginny, Perc may be a Prat, but he's not evil. He would have been there, or Charlie, Fred and I would have dragged his bumbling arse there." 

This got a small snort from both Fred and Ginny. George realized in that moment just how lucky he was to have them, and he couldn't imagine life without them, for one single second.