PoV Molly Weasley
I was going down stairs to change George's bandages when I stopped in to check on Fred. He didn't answer when I knocked on the door, so I assumed he was asleep. I opened the door and looked in, but he wasn't there. I walked back up the stairs to Ginny's room and knocked on the door.
"Yes, mum?" Ginny asked as she reached the door.
"Is Fred in there with you?" I asked.
"No. I think he's with Harry and Ron."
"Alright." I gave her a kiss on the forehead and walked down a flight of stairs to Ron's room. Again, I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. I opened the door and peeked in, seeing that Ron was curled around his pillow, asleep. Harry was tossing and turning, face scrunched up, muttering in his sleep. He sat up with a gasp, and put a hand to his forehead.
"Harry?" I asked.
He looked up at me, squinting, the luminous green of his eyes dark with exhaustion and – fright, I think.
"Dear, are you alright?" I asked.
"Y-yes, I'm fine, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said, completely unbelievably.
"Have you seen Fred?"
"No, but he might be with the girls, or with Bill and Charley."
I smiled and nodded, then left without another word.
I trudged back up the stairs to Bill and Charley's room, and knocked on the door.
"Yes, mum?" Bill asked as he answered the door. "Do you need something?"
"Yes, have you seen Fred?" I asked.
"Isn't he sleeping in Ron's room?" Charley called from inside the room.
"Yes, but he's not there." I sighed. "I just hope he hasn't done anything stupid."
Bill chuckled and hugged me. "I'm sure he hasn't mum."
I smiled and went down the stairs to the ground floor, going to change George's bandages, when I found Fred. He was sat at an uncomfortable looking angle, he head resting on his arm, which was laid n the sofa, his hand firmly holding onto George's hand. George's other hand was gently stroking Fred's hair, and he was smiling. "Hi, mum."
"Hello, dear," I said, walking closer with the bandages.
"Shh, don't wake him." George's hand stopped moving in Fred's hair, and he rested it on Fred's shoulder. "He's so beautiful when he's asleep."
Fred's grip tightened on George's hand, as if he were afraid he'd lose him some time I the night.
But it wasn't George we lost.
Fred was the one that got away.