One and Only 3 ; George Weasley

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Are we okay after the last chapter?

I mean, that was... wow!

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Lizzie's P.O.V

After I handed Mr Parkinson over to Harry at the aurors office, I apparated my way into the hospital and got led down to the room they had put my daughter in. Only parents were allowed in at the moment and they had to inform us about her status which they couldn't do unless both parents were there.

Fred was waiting in the waiting room with Fred junior and Sammy. Roxanne was at home, watching Bryson and Veronica. I hadn't actually seen Vivi yet and the thought of seeing her injuries terrified me.

George had apparated to the hospital with her and then sent an emergency owl with a letter that explained what had happened. My daughter had been beat badly and raped. She was unconscious.

When I entered the room they had assigned her, George was sitting by the bed, holding her hand. It looked like they had cleaned her up. She had bruises on her face. Her jaw was blue and purple and so was her cheekbone. She had a cut lip and a cut eyebrow. She even had a large cut on the cheekbone. It was obvious which hand he had used. The right one because it was her left side that was badly bruised. Besides the large cut, she had about a hundred more cuts around that side of the face but they were all smaller. Her red hair had been brushed and it looked so neat. She wasn't awake. Her eyes were closed and she looked so beautiful even if she had been beat up. My beautiful little girl...

I placed a hand on George's shoulder as I approached him. The room wasn't a singular room. There was tons of other beds but they were all separated with a curtain between them. A few patients had family on visit while others were sleeping and some were awake, alone and reading to make time pass.

George looked up at me when he felt my hand on his shoulder and he wrapped his free arm around my waist while I moved my hand to opposite shoulder than the one I was currently touching.

"Fred almost killed Mr Parkinson." I said.

"Good."

"Yeah." I breathed. "I would've let him proceed if it didn't get himself thrown in Azkaban."

"Mr and Mrs Weasley?" a healer came up to the bed and closed the curtain behind her as if that was going to keep the other patients and families from hearing what she had to say. "Now that you're both here I want to go over your daughters injuries."

"Is she going to wake up?" I asked as I looked at her. "The first thing we need to know is whether or not she will wake up."

"She will." the healer nodded. "I'm madam Blackwood by the way. You see, Genevieve here–"

"Vivi." George corrected her. "She hates being called by her real name."

"Vivi it is then." madam Blackwood smiled. "Vivi lost a lot of blood. She had some minor fractures to her head and we find small pieces of glass in her hair and her head. According to her face, she has been beat badly and according to some bruises we found on her torso, she's been kicked. Luckily, she doesn't have any broken ribs which is something we always check for with cases like thi–"

"Case?" George interrupted. "She's not just a case. She's a fifteen-year-old girl who's been the victim of rape and abuse!"

"George." I sighed, pulling him closer while I kissed the side of his head.

"I'm very sorry Mr Weasley." madam Blackwood said. "Of course she isn't just a case. I should've expressed it differently. Your daughter has experienced a lot of trauma to her body and once she wakes up, we will have to do a rape kit to find DNA evidence."

"Thank you madam." I smiled softly. "We appreciate it."

She nodded and repaid the smile before she pulled the curtain away and left. I ran my hand through George's hair and kissed his head again.

"I don't understand how we didn't see it." he spoke. "Since February. Sammy said they had been together since February. How didn't we see the signs? They were obviously there. The self-harming, the refusing to eat. I bet Fred was right about her throwing up. How didn't we question the fact that she wasn't as happy anymore?"

"I don't know, Georgie." I whispered, hugging him tightly as I closed my eyes. "But we can't go back. Now we just need to be there for here and help her find her way back to the life she once had."