Disclaimer: Everthing Belongs to the Wonderful J.K. Rowling. and by the way, congrats to her and her husband on their new baby. Best of luck to them.

Chapter One

Back to the Way Things Used to Be

George Weasley sat up in bed, gasping for breath. Everything around him was dark and it took a minute for everything to become clear. Rubbing his eyes he looked at the clock sitting on his nightstand. The time flashed, 2:34. George sighed. This wasn't an irregular occurrence. Ever since he got home a month ago he constantly had trouble sleeping at night.

Every night was the same thing. He'd fall asleep holding his wife in his arms and then he's wake up, usually between the times of 2 and 4 a.m. Every night he saw the same thing. It was mostly dark. He seemed to be in some kind of prison or dungeon. There were no doors or windows or lights. He'd walk around aimlessly bumping into stone walls. Then there would be a flash or bright light and he's wake up.

Tonight his wife Hermione slowly sat up a few minutes after he did. She didn't have to say anything. She understood George was going through a hard time. She kissed him on the cheek. "Hey sweetie."

George turned to her and smiled weakly. "I'm sorry to wake you. I didn't mean…"

But Hermione cut him off. "It doesn't matter. Shh. Don't apologize. I have to get up soon anyway. Arianna's going to be hungry."

With the mention of his daughter's name George brightened up a bit. "Right," he began rubbing his forehead.

"Sleep hon. I'll go feed Arianna and come back," Hermione threw the blanket off her. As she started getting up George grabbed her arm.

"Can you stay with me for a bit?" he asked.

George could see her smile through the darkness. "Of course," she moved closer to him and kissed him softly.

George lay back down and Hermione snuggled her head into the crook of his neck. As George began to fall off to sleep he heard the distant cries of his daughter, calling for food.

The next morning George woke up with Hermione wrapped up in his arms. Carefully as not to wake her he pulled himself away from her grasp and rolled off the bed. He slowly trudged into the washroom and splashed some cold water onto his face.

After wiping his face with a towel he made his way to the bedroom door. He stopped and looked over at Hermione, sleeping peacefully. He smiled. She was so beautiful, especially in the morning, no matter how much she tried to deny it.

George remembered when he first fell in love with her. He wasn't even quite sure how it happened. One minute she was his younger brother's best friend, even his brother's girlfriend, and the next, he couldn't get her off his mind. George claimed he loved girls but until he met Hermione he didn't know what love was. It was summer before her sixth year. She had just lost her parents. He had seen her sitting outside alone and decided to go talk to her. Little did he know that that moment would change his life. He remembered when he found out his younger brother Ron was going out with her. He was devastated. But he shouldn't have been right? He knew she would never like him, that she loved Ron and Ron loved her.

He remembered when Hermione told him she and Ron had broken up. That she loved him. They got serious fast. But it wasn't really fast if he always loved her right? He asked her to marry him on her 19th birthday. He was thrilled when she accepted. A year after they were married he got the best news ever. He and Hermione were going to have a baby. He remembered how scared and upset she was and how excited he was. How he convinced her that this was the best thing that could happen to them. It was. George didn't know what he would do without Arianna.

All those happy memories. Than George remembered that night at the Burrow. How Hermione was pregnant and Death Eaters were outside planning an attack. He had been so scared. If anything happened to Hermione or the baby he wouldn't be able to survive. He remembered how he left her. He went out to fight and she went to hide. He stood outside the Burrow, killing anyone who got to close. No one was going to get near Hermione. He remembered hearing his mother scream and when he turned around to see what had happened a spell hit him square in the back. He wasn't sure what had happened. It felt like something had stabbed him, cut his back in half. All he could think of was Hermione and then everything went black. The next time he woke up he was lying in a hospital with a doctor peering over him speaking a funny language. The first thing he could think about was Hermione.

It took George a while to figure everything out. He was in Berlin's Magical Hospital. That funny language was German. He understood something was very wrong with him. Whatever spell had hit him damaged him good. He'd been in the hospital for4 months, unconscious.He came to an understandingwhen he was found that he had been missing for several months. Where he had been for three months he didn't know.

It was only last month he came home. His dad, twin brother Fred and brother-in-law Harry found him. They brought Hermione to him. They brought him his baby. George was home but it wasn't what he expected. He still hadn't adjusted to everything. He was having a hard time going back to what things used to be. He knew Hermione understood but he could see the hurt in her eyes when he was distant from her or pulled away from an intimate moment. He didn't want to hurt her. He just wanted things to go back to normal. Back to the way things used to be.

Shaking his head George slipped out the door and into the kitchen. He brewed himself a cup of coffee and made his way out onto the flat's balcony. He stood sipping his coffee watching the sun rise and the day begin.

Author's Note - Dun dun da. There is it. Loved it? Liked it? Hated it? I really enjoyed writing from George's point of view. It's fun. I know these first couple chapters are just going to be George and life but somethine BIG is coming. :o haha. Don't forget to read and review.