I'll probably post another story tomorrow night, but this just came to me and I couldn't get to sleep without posting it, so.. Yeah. Kay, Night!
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George was laying in one of the spare cots in Ron's room. He didn't sleep; he just laid there. The last time he actually slept was lost on him. Arthur had put another cot in Ron's room for George because he couldn't bear the thought of sleeping alone. In Ron's room, he had Ron's snores and Harry's frantic murmurs to keep him company. When Harry slept there, that is.
George noticed that Harry was sleeping in the sitting room more and more frequently as of late.
George was startled by Ron's routine sleep talking; only this time it was about the twin George had lost in the war, Fred. Was it really only two weeks since that fateful event? It felt like a lifetime George had to live without Fred so far. It was hard to live on while a part of him couldn't. Losing Fred felt like losing a part of him that was more necessary than the ear he had lost just last year.
Stop, he told himself. Not tonight.
George rubbed his hands over his face vigorously as if to clear his head and decided to go fetch a glass of water from the kitchen. He tried to be quiet going down the stairs, but Molly still had the steps charmed to squeak so he wasn't too sure if he had woken someone or not.
He walked past the doorway to the sitting way on his way to the kitchen, barely noticing Harry on the couch. He had just taken a sip from his glass when he heard the couch Harry was sleeping on begin to creak loudly, as though someone was rolling around trying to get comfortable.
He's probably having another nightmare, George thought thinking of Harry. He set his glass on the counter and went to see if he could help Harry wake up. He froze in the doorway when he noticed that it wasn't Harry on the couch having a nightmare, but Ginny. He heard the toilet flush from the bathroom and he was still frozen in place as Harry stumbled back into the sitting room, still half asleep.
Harry gently climbed onto the couch beside Ginny, who had stopped squirming now that Harry was back. Harry wrapped his arms securely around the red headed girl as she, in turn, snuggled closer to the black haired boy and sighed contentedly.
George knew he would've been angry if the recent events hadn't happened, but they did, so he tried to understand. He was increasingly angry with himself for not realizing before that everyone else in the family was hurt as well as he was. He wasn't the only one who had lost a brother. And he didn't lose a child. Molly and Arthur had lost a child and George had acted the most affected by it.
I'm not the only one in this family, George firmly told himself. He went back to the kitchen, downed his glass of water and headed back to bed. As he lay back in bed, he made a promise to himself. I will be a better brother. I will pay more attention. I will get them laughing again. I love you Freddie, but our family needs me right now. He lied there for a while before his drowsiness finally took over and he fell asleep.