O Holey Night
There were seven Harry's flying. The plan was that there were seven safe places and seven Harry's, in order to confuse Voldemort and his Death Eaters. It was working so far, George thought, riding with his father on the broomstick. The Boy Who Lived had such friends to care for him; half of them had taken Polyjuice Potion to transform themselves into Harry, and the other half were riding with them.
Sorry, Death Eaters, George thought smugly, for soon you will be crying. The Order's here, and your fate is looking grim. Playing a prank on Voldemort and the Death Eaters was just too awesome.
There was a flash of red, and a hooded man approached. It was Severus Snape, George realized with loathing. Suddenly, someone was hit in the side of the head… it was George.
He fell off his broom, unable to hear out of his left side. It all turned black as it became the night he lost his ear….
When he awoke again, he was on the couch at the Burrow.
"How do you feel, Georgie?" asked Molly anxiously.
George knew he should be angry about the wound that had split him from his twin. They wouldn't be able to switch anymore.
"I feel like a saint," he whispered. "Oh Fred, do you get it?"
Fred grinned.
"I am okay," George insisted. "Let the ear jokes begin!"