If George had met Her First.

The Odd Eyed Injured Girl

Part one- The Injured Girl with Odd Eyes

As Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and George sat around talking, Teddy sat entertaining little James Potter. Hermione and Ginny, both pregnant, had their feet up on a small coffee table and were relaxing to the best of their ability. The boys were talking about the latest Quidditch match and how Harry's friend Viktor Krum had started a small school for training children in Bulgaria to be the best players.

"Stupid ol' bloke he is. My son will learn first hand from his beater uncle, seeker uncle, chaser aunt, and keeper father before learning from Krum." Ron said.

"Oh Ron c'mon now, he's not that bad." Harry said with a grin. Ron rolled his eyes, and Molly Weasley entered the room.

"Shouldn't James get to bed? And you as well Teddy." she said.

"Uncle Harry said I could stay up later tonight, didn't you?" Teddy argued. But Harry did not get to reply, for there was a sudden knock from the door.

"I got it Mum," said George as he stood up. He returned almost as quickly as he had gone.

"Mum!" he yelled as he entered the room with something draped over his arms. They looked closely to find it wasn't a something, but a someone.

"She's unconscious. And bleeding." George said. Ginny and Hermione quickly got off the couch as he laid the person down and pulled back the cloak.

Beneath it lied a small, pale girl, with shoulder-length blonde curls.  Her breathing was quite heavy and her eyes were only opened a small bit.  Mrs. Weasley looked her over for a moment before ushering them into the kitchen.

"Harry," Ginny said."Please take Teddy and James up stairs and get them ready for bed." she sat down, quite exhausted, and Harry nodded.

"I'll come back to help you to bed shortly," he said before picking up his son. "Come along Teddy." he said.

Teddy replied by seating himself on the floor and crossing his arms, so Ron scooped him up from behind and followed Harry.

"I'll make some tea," Hermione suggested, and she grabbed a kettle. Ginny nodded thankfully and put her head in her hands. George, feeling useless, went of to help his mum with the little blonde girl that he found so very.. Interesting.

"Can I help?" he asked as he approached her.

She smiled and shook her head. "No my dear, I've just wrapped her last bandage. But you may watch over her while I help Ginny if you'd like, I really think that poor girl needs some camomile." George agreed and sat in a chair next to her.

He sat there for twenty, then thirty, then fifty minutes before drifting off to sleep in the chair. Ron found him shortly, accompanied by Harry, and they poked at him a tad.

"George," Ron whispered. "Wake up." George sat up with a bolt and looked around.

"Whatthebloodyhellwasthat.." he slurred drearily.

"C'mon bro, go to bed. We'll watch after the girl."

"No it's okay, I got it. What time is it?"

"Like one a.m. maybe. Hermione is hogging the bed, and I caught Harry walking down." George looked at Harry in a manner that said 'what's your excuse?' to which he replied "Ginny's snoring."

They laughed for a moment, but stopped suddenly as the girl jerked up and yelped in pain.

George quickly got her to lie back down very easily. "It's okay, it's okay. Your wound hasn't fully healed. Stay calm." She did as he said and locked her eyes with is. They were quite odd, for one was a brilliant blue and the other was an emerald green. Woah, he thought.

She looked scared a moment, and her hair turned a deep dark black. George stroked it and soothed her, making it go to a sky blue. She was too weak to control her Metamorphmagus as she laid in pain.

"What is your name." Harry asked after a moment.

"Depends," she said in a soft voice.

"On?" asked Ron.

"Where am I?"

"The Burrow," George said.

Her face lit up. "As in the Weasley Burrow?" she said excitedly, her hair turned bright orange as her eyes flickered between them all.

"The very same," Ron smiled.

She let out a deep breath and let her head fall back. "I made it."