Chapter 25 - George

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"What is it? What happened? Why are you here?" Harry had led me out of the common room and into an old classroom. 

He looked anxious but looked around the room reminiscingly. 

"Well?" I sputtered at him, jolting him back into reality from his fantasy of who knows what. 

"Did you hear about the accident at Borgin and Burkes?" 

I nodded quickly, gesturing for him to continue, I was impatient as to what this was leading up to. I mean what could make someone make the trip all the way out to Hogsmeade for just some gossip? Unless it was something more sinister...

"It's George.. He was there.." Harry replied, eyeing me nervously as I took in the news. 

I registered nothing. What was he talking about? "What do you mean? Great, George went shopping! Wait...." I understood and my heart plummeted, "Didn't the article say that there were casualties? Do you mean to say... that George was there when that happened?" Harry nodded slightly, "Is he OK?" 

"Well that is why I'm here, I'm to take you to St. Mungo's immediatly. He is in critical condition, they think he might be able to make it, but you never know. He was hit with six stunning curses at once. That can do a number to someone much younger than him."

My mouth dropped open, "Then let's go!" Harry jumped at my sudden readiness. 

We rushed out of the castle, Harry had made my excuses for Professor McGonnagal and Proffessor Longbottom.

When we arrived in Hogsmeade, Harry stopped abrubtly at a pub, the Hog's Head glancing through the window quickly. 

"Now's not the time to get a drink!" I wailed impatiently, imagining George dying this second. 

Harry simple waved me over and we walked inside. It was a dingy little place but cozy at the same time. A soft fire danced in the grate, worn carpets covered the stone floor and a few people were chatting amicably at the bar in subdued voices. 

"Eh! 'Arry!" the barman smiled toothily at Harry in a thick accent. 

Harry grinned half-heartedly back and walked up to the man. "We need to borrow some floo-powder and your fireplace, quick."

"Anythin' for the Chosen One, eh? 'Arry?" 

Harry shrugged and jogged to the fireplace and followed at his heels. 

"You can travel by floo? Right?" I said yes, "Just say St Mungo's, you should see Mrs. Weasley when you arrive," 

Harry unlit the fire in the grate with his wand and held out a pot of floo powder when I stepped in. 

I grabbed a handful, some slipping in between my fingers, "ST MUNGO's" I exclaimed, releasing the powder and I was engulfed in bright green flames. 

I spun and spun, my stomach churning and then it suddenly stopped. 

I looked out and saw mom. She saw me and pulled me out, hugging me tightly. 

"He's upstairs, he asked for you."

I nodded and hurried up the steps, barely glancing at my surroundings. 

On the next floor up, I saw a door with the name, Weasley, G on a white plaque. 

I pushed it open and tumbled inside. George was sitting, propped up by a pillow in a cushy bed. 

His face was covered in purple welts but when he saw me, his face broke into a smile. 

I ran over and hugged him lightly, making sure not to squeee too hard. "Are you okay?!" 

"Eh, don't worry about me, I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time." 

"But still! What were you even doing down Knockturn Alley anyways?" 

George shifted uncomfortable and flinched when he leaned on his elbow, "Uh.. just had to pick up some supplies for the joke shop.." 

"You are starting it up again?" I cried happily.

"Yup, with Lee," George smiled half heartedly. 

"Who is Lee?" 

"Just an old friend, you wouldn't know him."

"But what were you getting at Borgin at Burkes? That place is half shut down!" I said sharply.

Mom along with the rest of the family burst though the door. 

"You feeling better Georgie?" Mom asked, pinching his cheeks so they turned an even deeper shade of purple.

"Yeah... I guess. I survived, atleast."

"Exaclty! And Charlotte you will be going back to school tomorrow unless his condition worsens. Alright?"

I sighed, "Fine, fine." George still hadn't answered my question..

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