American Teen [George Weasley Love Story]

Stay Alive

*George's POV*

We had to close the shop again because both Fred and I were unable to function. We went back to the Burrow because we weren't feeing ourselves at all after we heard about Margaret's condition. Snape hadn't yet told us that she was dead. But sometimes I think it would be better if she was.

We were helping my mum with some dishes when our world changed: A loud pop from the front yard and a cry for help was enough to drag the entire Weasley household. There lying in the fields right next to our house, was a small house-elf I recognized as Twinky from Hogwarts. And next to her was a convulsing, unconscious Margaret. Margaret.

I ran to her and collapsed on my knees. I gathered her in my arms and cried tears of happiness. My mom had to pry me off of her to examine her injuries, which were extensive. But I was in shock so I didn't even notice how bad it was.

"We have to get her to St. Mungo's" My mom said. The urgency in her voice made it quite clear that this was a matter of life or death. So I picked up her legs and Fred picked up her head. "Use the floo network. I don't think she can handle another apparition." So we walked to the fireplace with my entire family and went to St. Mungo's. My dad stayed behind to call the order with Twinky.

The healers immediately gathered around us and declared she needed emergency medical attention. When they took her away, I finally saw the extent of her injuries. She had huge gashes across her stomach, arms, and legs that were bleeding profusely. They were obviously brand new. But those weren't the other ones. There were smaller gashes, some scarred over and some with dried blood, all over her body and face. It was obvious she hadn't showered. Her hair was greasy and her clothes were torn and dirty. The shirt around her stomach was completely ripped, and even with the massive gash I saw words written into her skin. She was white. Not pale. White. I could count every single bone on her body. On sight, I would think she's dead.

Then I remembered something. Fred and I have a sample of her potion that stops Umbridge's blood quill. I went to get it with Fred and gave it to the doctors, hoping that it could help. It stopped bleeding and reduced pain, but was specially made for the blood quill and the dark magic that surrounded it. Of course, I imagine a lot of her injuries were made from dark magic.

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She's been on a ventilator for a week and a half. She hasn't moved for the entirety of that time. I spent as much time next to her bed as I could. The doctors say the potion I gave them helped and asked where I got it. I explained how she made it and was hoping to be a healer one day. So now, if she wakes up, she automatically has a spot as a St. Mungo's resident. I saw her NEWT results-O in every subject. Plus, Madame Pomfrey, Snape, and McGonagall all wrote letters of recommendation for the job.

McGonagall had been released from St. Mungo's during this time. She completely recovered from the 4 stunning spells. She visited Margaret a few times. Fred was almost always by my side, but the rest of my family visited every once in a while. Her mom was still at Voldemort's hideout. Tonks was there a lot too-almost every day before and after her shift as an auror.

I would propose to Margaret right now if she would wake up. Of course, I knew she wouldn't like that. I know she loves me, but she's not one to move fast. Still. I would trade the world for her to wake-up, but the doctors say that's not likely. Every day she gets further away.

The next day Fred and I went straight to the hospital to sit by Margaret's bed until they kicked us out. But we weren't let in.

"Why the hell can't I see her?" I yelled. I didn't mean to, but I wanted to see Margaret

"I'm sorry sir. She's no longer receiving visitors right now." The way he said it made it seem like it was her decision. As in she's awake.

"Is she awake?" I asked. I was no longer yelling.

"Sir, I cannot reveal any information right now unless you are family."

"I'm the closest family she's got right now!" I was back to yelling.

"Sir, if you don't stop I'm going to have you removed from the hospital." I sat down in the waiting area. Either something good happened or something really bad happened. Then, I saw McGonagall walk into the hospital. Who would she be seeing besides Margaret? She looked over at us and nodded her head.

The person in charge of visitors then came over and said, "You can go with her to see the patient."

Neither of us wasted any time in going with McGonagall. "Why do you get to see her?" I asked.

"I believe I am her emergency contact. When her mom got taken, I suggested she add someone else in case of an emergency. I guess she put my name down." I guess I was happy that someone else was looking out for Margaret. I knew she saw McGonagall as her "go to person" with her problems. It struck me then that they did kind of have a mother-daughter relationship.

One of the healers intercepted us on the way to her room. "You should probably sit down. She woke up yesterday. But she's very weak. She can't move at all or speak. It'll probably be a long time before she can do a lot. We're drugging her so she can properly heal. She'll be weaned off and should be awake at the end of the week. We hope by then she'll be able to move or at least talk a little. We won't know the full extent of her injuries until she wakes up. We think she'll be able to gain full movement. The most significant damage will be in her vocal chords and her stomach. We don't think she'll ever be able to have children due to the damage around her major intestines. You may see her now if you wish, but she's just been knocked out again."

She'll never be able to have children. That doesn't change how I feel about her, but it does change how I viewed our future. I was planning on having a large family like I did. I know she's an only child, but she's always been surrounded by people at school. We've never talked about it, but I think she'd like it. I'm kind of happy we never talked about it, so that neither of our expectations were crushed by this news. Of course, we each had our own expectations.

They didn't let us in until the end of the week. She had woken up completely the day before and stayed awake without needed to be knocked out. So now we can see her. We couldn't touch her because she was so fragile. When I entered her room, I saw her eyes for the first time in 6 weeks. They weren't as bright as they used to be, but they were attentive and that was enough. I think everyone in the room started crying at seeing her alive.

She was off the ventilator. She was propped up in her bed, but it was obvious she hasn't moved around. She lost all her muscle definition from quidditch.

"I look pretty good for a dead bitch huh" she croaked out. She gave a small wave of her hand. Tears overwhelmed my face as I saw how much effort it took to just do that. "Woah there George. It was a joke. You ok?"

"Shh, you're not supposed to be straining your voice" The healer said.

"Oh shut it. I've talked for 10 minutes in the past 6 weeks. I-" I started laughing. That reminded me of the Mags I loved.

"Stop laughing" She said.

"Margaret, if you don't stop taking I will put a silencing charm on you. Maybe even a muzzle." The threat of a muzzle made me laugh even harder. Margaret's face was even better. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open.

"You wouldn't."

"Oh I would." The healer raised her wand threateningly. Margaret raised her hands to indicate she surrenders. But by now, Fred and I were laughing and even McGonagall was smiling. I wasn't expecting her to act like her old self again.

"I'm so glad you're back." I said. I wanted to kiss her on the forehead, but we weren't allowed to touch her. So instead I just stared at her, happy she's alive.