A/N: Ah, yet another challenge fic. This is part of the 'Weasley Drabble Challenge' made by the wonderful SherbertLemon101. It was to write about one Weasley, and if that Weasley was at Hogwarts through the Harry Potter Novels then the Drabble could not be set at Hogwarts. So this Drabble is about George Weasley. The line that George says at the end is from Princess Bride, just tweaked a bit :) Enjoy.
Worth It
George was sitting in the chair, waiting. The stone silence of the room hurt his ears but he sat perfectly still, his wand in his large black over coat, burning against his skin. He looked above his head at the clock on the mantel piece.
He only had a few minutes left. Sure enough, exactly on time at two twenty two in the morning, like every other morning George had sat outside the house watching and observing, Augustus Rookwood came stumbling through his door, drunk and swaying in the cold air. It was a few moments before he saw George at his dining table.
"Who are you?" he said. At first his voice was worried, paranoid, then he remembered his place and stood up straight as if to tell George he wasn't drunk and could fight him. George smiled to himself and moved forward resting his elbows on the table.
"You don't know me, but I know you," George said standing up and walking around the table. Augustus moved back against the wall. "Seven years I have been looking for you. Of course I took measures the Ministry wouldn't. But then again, they didn't have the same reasons to find you as I did," George said, his tone ghostly and serious. Augustus gulped and pointed to the door.
"I suggest you leave," Augustus said, his voice started to waver, he was unaware of the fellow in front of him and still to drunk to think clearly. George laughed evilly and turned to face Augustus his wand pointing straight at Augustus' heart.
"My name is George Weasley, you killed my brother, prepare to die," he said calmly. A green light lit up every aspect of the house and the street outside. George watch the body fall limp and smiled. As he left the house, wrapping his black over coat around himself, he knew it was all worth it.