Age of Mischief ~ George Weasley [Harry Potter] Fanfic

Pianos and Peeves

****Fred's point of view****

At 6, after dinner, I went to visit George. I had a joke for the two of them that would make them laugh a lot. I knocked on the door, and walked in. Madam Pomfrey came out of her office.

'Mr Weasley I must insist you get back to bed! Why are you out?' I laughed and told her I was Fred. Her confusion cleared and she directed me to where he was. I walked up to him. Bethany was sitting doing an essay, and George was lying in bed. He was just staring at her. He started coughing and Bethany put her work down and gave him a handkerchief. He took it gratefully and turned away from her and saw me. He waved and Bethany got up and gave me a hug. When she pulled back, I saw worry in her eyes. Worry that I saw last year whilst the Tri-Wizard tournament was on. Worry that I saw when there was a Dementor on the train. Worry I see when we talk about You-Know-Who. She told George she needed to talk to me for a minute and he nodded and waited.

'Fred, he is extremely ill. The medicine isn't working! I keep giving him some, his temperature drops and then goes up again. He's had 4 doses of that medicine in half an hour. That's bad.' She leant in closer. 'Look, you've got to keep him company, whilst I talk to Madam Pomfrey OK? I think his life might be on the line.' She looked really worried. I nodded.

'I had a joke to tell him anyway.' She laughed grimly.

'It better be a long joke.' She walked down to Madam Pomfrey and they went inside her office.
I walked back to George. He smiled at me.
He looked terrible.
'You feeling OK?' He shrugged and started coughing again. 'Ahh, do I have to send mum an owl? I don't want to.' He laughed but didn't say anything. He pointed to Bethany's essay and to Madam Pomfrey's office. 'Dude, why won't you speak?'
He tried to speak. His voice was extremely high and cracked. He had lost his voice in the middle of thousands and thousands of germs. I felt bad for him. It must hurt a lot.
I sat down where Bethany sat and told him the joke. He laughed a lot. Bethany came back with a bottle of something. She gave it to George.

'That tastes disgusting, trust me. But hopefully it'll get you better.' He looked up at her, and I don't know what to call the expression on his face. He glanced down at his body. For some reason Bethany blushed red, I was confused. Bethany explained to George how he wasn't getting better with the other medicine. He nodded and she took his hand. He took a swig of the medicine.

He was almost sick.

Bethany quickly made a bucket appear and put it underneath his mouth. She looked as if she was going to cry when she said he needed to take a bit more. He looked at the bottle and drank a bit more.

This time he was very sick.

****Bethany's point of view****

I almost cried whilst I watched George throw up. I almost ran out of the room. I hate it when people get sick.
But I stayed with George, and I rubbed his back and stroked his hair whilst he threw up. Fred vanished the vomit from the bucket. George's eyes started to water. When he finished, he wiped his mouth and said croakily, 'That was absolutely disgusting.' Fred put the bucket down on the bedside cabinet. I held George's hand as he slumped back against the pillow. 'Jesus Christ.' I gave him a glass of water and he drank half of it. He grimaced.

'I'm sorry, George. But you had to take it.' He smiled at me weakly.

'Its not your fault Bethany. You are making me better. Just wondering though, do I have to drink it again?' I shrugged.

'Unfortunately you might. It depends whether it works.' Fred got up and asked if he should tell Madam Pomfrey what happened. I nodded. After a few minutes Madam Pomfrey came hurrying over. She checked his temperature and he was fine. She wanted him to stay for 2 nights. I nodded again. I looked at my watch and realised I had to go for my piano lesson (Professor Flitwick teaches the music lessons, including singing). I kissed George on the cheek and I gave Fred a quick hug. I ended up running half the way.