George Weasley and the Blue Box

Second Fanfic! The first part of three chapters. Thank you for the reviews on my other fanfiction they really made me happy. That sounds clichéd, but yeah. Reviews are welcome! Slightly OOC Fred and George.

Rated T because I'm paranoid.

George Weasley was worried.

It wasn't normally a word used around him and Fred. They were, for most of their school life, the cool, confident jokers of Gryffindor. For a while they were the legendary pranksters of Umbridge. Remembering the fireworks still made George smile. Then they had opened the best shop in Diagon Alley, a symbol of hope as the Wizarding World fought in what could be the worst war they had ever seen.

But tonight he was worried. He licked his lips nervously, recording over and over again what he had said to Fred moments before-

Alright, George?

Course I am Freddie.

Then Kingsley had called Fred off for some last minute preparations, leaving George alone to guard the tower.

He had said four words. George had wanted to tell his brother how much he wanted them to live, how he wanted them to carry on the joke shop. How much his brother meant to him- he wanted them to live their lives together. Sure, Fred would have just made fun of him for it, but it was the truth.

He didn't want Fred to be hurt in the war. George felt like a coward- he knew, in his heart, he would sacrifice anyone instead of his twin. Even himself. George felt the hot blur of tears on his eyes- what was wrong with him! He was meant to be a joker, a prankster, a fighter. Relaxed in the face of danger. But…

"But it isn't every day you go to fight a war." George turned with a yelp and his mouth fell open with shock. There was a blue box. Dad had mentioned them… teleyfone boxes, weren't they? For muggle Aurors or healers or something like that. A grey haired man stood next to it, dressed in muggle clothes. George mentally cursed- he should've been more prepared. But instead of drawing his wand in defense George found himself lowering it. "Who are you?" George asked, curious despite the odd situation. "George Weasley, do you really not recognize me? I know your entire species has memories like goldfish with amnesia, but I would have thought I'd be a hard person to forget." The man snapped with an aura of impatience. George looked hard at the man's face, feeling a grasp of memory.

The grey haired man. Fred and George had been seven, too young to know what they were doing. Fred had wanted a go on Bills broom, so they had borrowed it and Fred had risen higher and higher… too high.

George remembered the fear- his brother had slipped and fallen, when a blue shape had fixed itself around the broom... and it had disappeared. George had begun yelling hysterically then. He had been so scared he hadn't realized when the box had landed beside him, with the Scottish grey haired man next to his brother who was proudly holding Bills broom, but at the same time looking pale and shaky.

George could remember his words. "I'm the Doctor. Time Lord of Gallifrey. And you two nearly caused a paradox." Fred and him had been sternly told off by the Doctor –George could only remember a lot of long words, some of which, looking back, he was sure the Doctor had made up- and feeling ashamed. They must have looked really sad, because the Doctor had offered them some kind of muggle sweet before he left, disappearing in the blue box. Yeah, it had been weird but in the Wizarding world everything was weird. George had barely thought about it.

George gasped. "You… Doctor… but… what?" "Fine words indeed, pudding brain." The Doctor growled. George just stood there, shocked. The Doctor spoke again. "So, pudding brain, judging from this castle I seem to have ended up at Hogwarts again. Been a long time since I was here with Godric, Helga, Rowena and Salazar." George gasped again, for once speechless. Then he thought of something. "Did you read my mind?" George accused. "Honestly! I just told you I met the founders and you ask something like that. Humans." The Doctor scowled, and, for the first time George noticed his caterpillar like eyebrows. George smirked, but decided not to say anything. "And, yes, I did. Low level telepathy field. I was looking for a Zygon, but ended up at Hogwarts instead. And I'll have you know, Mr. Weasley, that these eyebrows do not look like… caterpillars." The Doctor spat out the last word, a look of disgust on his face. George burst out laughing, despite the dire situation. "S…s…sorry. I take it back. They're very heroic eyebrows." George gasped for breath through his laughter. The Doctor glared at George –or maybe he just looked at him, even when the Doctor didn't glare he still seemed to- and pulled a coppery stick from his jacket and moved it in a circle quickly, as a green light shone from it. "Just turned it off now. I don't want to be in any human's consciousness for too long, especially a hormonal teenagers mind." The Doctor said, as he pushed it back into his jacket. "I'm not hormonal!" George said indignantly. "Well, there's a war on, from what I picked up earlier in my TARDIS –that's the blue box, and before you ask, it is camouflaged- so that's definitely an understandable cause for the mess of hormones emitting from this castle." The Doctor said this with a tone of resigned interest.

There was silence for a few moments, as George wondered how he should ask the Doctor his next question.

"Doctor, you know not everyone will… survive this war?" George began hesitantly. "Yes, that is usually how wars work." The Doctor said carelessly, and George fought to keep his cool. He had to be calm as he asked. "Doctor, your box. It can travel through space, right?" "Yes, good to see a few of those neurons are working." The Doctor snapped. "You saved Fred once… can you do it again, keep Fred safe? I don't care about me. Just please, please keep my twin safe." George begged.

The Doctor didn't say anything, but when George turned to look he saw the Doctor subtly nod his head. "Thank you." George said, relieved, as he turned back to the forest below.

A groaning noise behind George made him spin again, wand drawn, but there was no one there.

The Doctor had gone.

"You actually are joking, Perce… I don't think I've heard you joke since you were-" shouted Fred.

The explosion was so loud, and so fast, George was not sure what had happened. It seemed as though the world had suddenly twisted itself sharply on an angle, and there was a deathly silence in his remaining ear.

George could see flashes of light, red and green like the fireworks he and Fred had invented or those weird muggle Christmas lights his Dad collected… he could see people shouting, their mouths moving wildly, but with no sound George could hear.

But George could see perfectly. He could see the cruel scene laid out before him- admits the battle, with figures crouched around him, lay Fred. His eyes were glazed over, and the last laugh he would ever have was frozen on his face.

The rush of noise back into George's ear made him stagger to his feet. Someone was yelling Fred's name, very far away-

"FRED! NO! FRED!"

It was a while before George realized it was his own voice, hoarsely yelling.

It became blurred after that. George yelled curse after curse, trying to murder the Death Eaters, because it was their fault Fred was dead-

Expelliarmus!

But what if it was his fault? He should've looked after Fred better-

Stupefy!

George fought and fought, revenge in his heart for the twin he had lost.

And in the shadows within the battle stood an alien with heavy hearts, which became just a little heavier with one more promise he had failed to keep.

I don't think George was with Fred and Percy at that point in the battle, but... poetic license? Yeah, I know that was a bad explanation. Uh, look over there! *Runs away*.

Sorry for killing Fred... especially when I said lives would be saved in the summary... but Fred wasn't the only one who died in the war. Spoilers.