Summary: George ponders on his own thoughts after losing his ear. Oneshot

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, only this idea and possibly the many others that pop up in my mind.

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Fred is always the leader, I guess everyone who paid enough attention could see that, but he goes a bit too far on his own. With his pranks, I mean. I'm the one who keeps his feet on the ground. He doesn't really pay much attention to the consequences of his jokes. He's like a child in that way, you see? Don't take this the wrong way, he doesn't want to hurt anybody. He just doesn't pay attention to the fact that it could very well indeed hurt somebody and I am the one who makes sure it doesn't. I tweek his ideas enough so it can be fun, exciting, and make everyone laugh like he wants, but it will be harmless. Or at least easily fixable.

I guess no one really knew I did that, but I'm fine with that. I know that Fred doesn't know I do that. He doesn't think of any of his ideas as harmless because he doesn't want them to be, so he never sees it. I analyze everything about his plans and ideas, just to be sure. I always find something, big or small, and I fix it. Hell, there were some ideas he had that could kill people. I fixed that because that wasn't what he wanted. He just wanted a harmless joke, some harmless fun and play.

If I wasn't around, there might have been some serious problems. I feel a bit full of myself, saying these things, but it's true. I did do these things, but Fred has the imagination, the bravery, and the skill to make things happen. Sometimes I'd like to be him and think up these great things. It would be nice, but for now, I'm perfectly happy to be George Fabian Weasley. The protector, in a way. The one who keeps things as safe and happy as possible.

I bet I'm the one that dies first in this war. I know one of us will, it's inevitable. But, Fred...Fred is naive, no matter how much he'll deny it. He thinks of the word naive differently, more like sexually unaware, or something similar to that. Most people do. I understand it a little bit more. It's to not understand that you are going to die, not be ego-centric as children tend to be, to think of yourself as the center of the world. Or at least that's my view on it. I could be wrong. But I believe that I will die because I know what's going on. I've already lost an ear. This world wants me to leave, and it almost succeeded today.

I don't want to leave though, and I can't leave Fred. Especially not to run a joke shop, he could kill people. Maybe Percy could watch over and help him. He's always been sensible, but now he hasn't spoken to us in forever. He got sick of the family and our pranks. I miss him horribly though. Maybe Ginny could, no...She's too busy. Mum would never approve.

I guess my only solution is not to die. I'm the only one who can do this job, so I guess it's live or take Fred with me, though I don't think he would be horribly thrilled. Neither would Mum. Sometimes I wish I was Fred. I wish I didn't think so much and that I wasn't aware of the consequences or shit that can happen. Sometimes I wish I was Fred, I really do. He'd probably smack me if I told him that. Smack me and stick a flower in my earless hole, too.

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tFitS: Well, what do think? I decided to write this due to my depressed state and I started thinking about these two last night. What George may think of this all. I didn't expect it to expand to the war though, I thought I might only write his thoughts only on Fred and his pranks. It grew. It was too short before anyway. I's still short and I apologize for that.

Review please.