Author's Note: Well, how'd you like it? I think I sort of overdid it with the catching up part, but other than that- well, you tell me. Here'd the second chapter, and it's going to be long... I hope.
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Chapter 2: Silence
George's Point Of View
My turn to speak- again. Well, not so much speak, but- just forget it… I'll get to the point of the, 'not so much speak', thing later, but let's get the chapter on the road!
I woke up at home, with everyone smiling- which, now that I think about it, was a bit creepy.
George! It's so good to see you again!
I would have responded, but- yea, you get it. So I just smiled at Mum's comment, and I shook my hand, a signal to everyone to stop crowding me. But not before she crushes me in one of her bone-crushing hugs, then Fleur does the same.
How're you feeling?
I start to look around, because I can't very much answer her. So, I just half-smile, which, judging by her smile, was good enough for her at the moment. I can see that she was crying at some point in the day, by her tear-stained face, and so was Fred, oddly enough. I silently laugh at him, which he just ignores by shaking his head a little.
You scared me half to death there, mate! I don't know why you're laughing!
In a couple of minutes, they all go off to wherever, but Fred stays in the room, regarding my laugh.
Well, dears, I'm going to make supper. I'll call you in when it's ready.
All right, Mum.
Fred stood by my side in silence for a couple of minutes, until he finally said something.
Alright, how exactly do you feel?
I figure that I can't really avoid this one, so I point to my throat and make an I'm-sick face.
Ohhh, you have a sore throat. I get it.
In the back of my mind, I tell myself that Fred must be thick if he can't tell what I'm trying to tell him, but oh well...
Well, Your Holeyness, how's your ear doing?
I just smile and nod, and he smiles, for at least that doesn't hurt.
We have to go back to school tomorrow.
I lay my head back on the couch with an any-other-great-news? look on my face.
Does your head still hurt, mate?
I nod a little, and he nods, too.
Fred, honey! Can you come help put out plates please?
Sure, Mum!
So I thought for a while.
She probably needs help now that I'm here. It was probably better here without me. Why'd she ask for Fred anyways? She had Bill, Fleur, Ron, Percy, Charlie, Dad, or Hermione to help out- Harry was at Grimwauld Place at the moment. She probably likes Fred the most- not stupid me. No one needs me lying around, taking up space.
Just then, Fred walks back in, with Mum yelling back at him.
Fred Weasley! How DARE you break Aunt Muriel's water goblet- It was the only thing that she gave us that you haven't broken yet!
He just waves his hand back at her, but she's in the kitchen, so I don't know why it really mattered.
You think it really doesn't matter that I cracked a goblet that was given to us by an old bat, but- What's wrong with you?
I'm guessing that he seen the tears rolling down my cheeks, but I quickly wipe them with my hand and shake my head.
Alright, then- Mum said to get in the kitchen, supper's ready.
I get up, and quickly stumble to my knees, bending, with my hands holding my head.
George! Do- do you need help?
Not wanting to put any more worry in their heads, I shake my hurting head no, but my head is stinging like someone shoved a hundred knives in it. I slowly pick myself up, but unlike last time, I manage to stand up.
Gave me a right scare there, mate.
I go in the kitchen, and sit down at the table. We were having chicken that night, but I didn't eat that much. Whenever I did eat something, however, my throat didn't agree well with it, causing me to cough whenever I ate something. I did manage to eat a small bit of chicken and a half of a slice of bread, before standing up to go to bed.
George, is that all you're eating, dear?
I nod, and Fred hands her my plate, which wasn't very empty. I start to ascend the stairs, until I reach our room.
I open the door, and my hand flies up to my mouth, to cover my gasp of shock. My eyes fill with tears at the sight of our room, but not in a bad way.
My bed is exactly the way I left it, my journal on my desk, and all of my stuff where it had been where I had left it. I was shocked to see that no one wanted to move my stuff around, but then again, Fred probably would have acted like an angry chicken at them. I put on a pair of pajamas, and switch my head bandage around. I have a day one and a night one, for a couple of reasons. Anyways, I get into bed slowly, trying not to strain my head more than it already is. I, unsuccessfully, manage to get into bed without hurting my head, however, hitting it on the wall, somehow. I silently groan in pain, and I hear someone coming up the stairs.
George, are you okay? I heard something hit the wall on my way up and-
I put my hand up, telling Fred to stop his rambling.
Okay- You're going to bed? I guess I should do the same, then.
He yawned, on my count, three times while getting his pajamas on. After he climbed into bed, he made an, 'ugh', noise and got back off, forgetting to shut the light off. After he turned the lights off, we both fell into a deep sleep.
That voice hadn't been in my dream, luckily for me. But, I did have a strange one.
I'm standing outside of the Burrow, its bright out, and everyone else is inside. Fred comes outside and sits next to me on the grass.
Why'd you come back?
What?
Everyone else was better off without you. Especially me.
You don't mean that, Fred.
Tears were welling in my eyes, and I put my hand on Fred's shoulder, but he stands up, knocking it off.
Oh really? Why is everyone else inside, then? Maybe it's because you are out here.
Stop saying stuff like that Fred, you don't mean it.
I was crying now, and my tears create a large pond, and I start to drown in it. Fred, on the other hand, was standing on the edge of it, dry and unharmed.
Fred! H-help me! Please!
He squints his eyes, and then shakes his head. He turns to walk away, but then turns to say one last thing.
You're weak, pathetic, and arrogant. You weren't even strong enough to live without me. You're worthless- I can't believe that I have to have you as a brother.
Then, he walked away.
Fred! Fred! No, Fred! Please!
I woke up, my mouth open, trying to scream, but nothing came out. Fred was awake, too. His eyes were wide open, and he came and sat next to me on my bed.
G-George. You-
I felt my hand tense. Was what dream-Fred said real? Did real-Fred think the same? Was real-Fred going to betray me, too?
George?
I shook my head back into reality. I looked Fred pleadingly in the eyes, trying somehow to tell him that I need something- someone.
Nothing. He did nothing. He just looked me strangely back, and escorted me downstairs for a glass of water.
George, I- I was sleeping, and then I woke up when I heard you kicking he wall. I watched you for about five minutes; you dragged your foot down the wall, tossed and turned, and scratched the wall, too. Then you woke up, with your mouth open, tears streaming down your cheeks, like you were trying to scream, but- but why didn't you, George? I- I thought that you were really hurt, and- and that-
He was crying now, but I don't want him to go on. I stand by him and put a hand on his shoulder, but unlike dream-Fred, he didn't knock it off. I tip my head up to drink the last bit of water in the glass, but then, I drop the glass, and it shattered on the floor.
George, what the-
But then, the world blacks out, and Fred's voice fainted. I can feel my right hand placed above the hole on the left side of my head, and the other on my neck. I fall to the ground, and I can quietly hear Fred's cracked voice again.
George!
Mum, do you think he's going to be okay?
I don't know dear...
I twitchily open my eyes to see my twin talking to our Mum- but we're not at home, but at the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts. I look around confusingly, and Fred's eyes met mine, and his filled with tears, not a lot, but some.
George! You- you're alive!
He, for the first time since I broke my arm when we were seven, pulled me into a hug. I gradually accepted it, for I'm not on the receiving end of his hugs very often.
He's very lucky to be alive, Mrs. Weasley. If your son didn't bring him here, then he'd probably very well be dead-
W-why is it always us? Our f-family is always getting h-hurt somehow...
She was crying, and her voice was cracking. She pulled Madam Pomfrey into a small thank you hug, which Madam Pomfrey awkwardly accepted. Madam Pomfrey spoke up after about six minutes, startling Fred.
Mrs. Weasley, I need a moment alone with your son, please. Can you take Fred with you, as well?
C-certainly.
What? No! Mum, he almost died again, and I won't leave his side.
Fred, please. We have to go. You can come back later, but for now, please.
I watched as our Mum practically dragged my distressed twin out the door and apparated away. Madam Pomfrey looked at the door, then at me.
I hope they knew that they really didn't have to leave; they just had to leave the building, but oh well. Well, it's nearly midnight; I don't want to waste any more of your time.
I smile and nod- come to think about it, I do that to whatever people have to say these days...
Okay, how do I put this- well, umm- Mr. Weasley...?
I look up from fiddling with my fingers, and she is sitting on the bed next to mine.
Okay, well- have you been wondering why you haven't been talking or have been able to talk lately?
My eyes widen and I nod, for I know that she is getting somewhere with this.
Well, that's because- well, you can't.
I give a confused look and I tilt my head to one side, to add more effect.
Well, Bellatrix, with her knife, cut into your throat, as you know. She didn't get far enough to kill you, but far enough to at least- vocally impair you. I don't know if this is permanent or not, but we'll just have to wait and see.
I nod, again, but this time, however, I understand the whole thing that she said.
Well, in the meantime, however, I want you to visit me, every day, at seven.
I give another convincing confused look, and she sighs, because she knows how hard I am to deal with.
I want to spend at least an hour with you a day to learn sign language.
I put my head in my hands, because not one of my friends knows sign language.
I am aware that none of your siblings know this language, so I will teach you with another student who already knows the language, which would be a huge help on my part.
I roll my hand in a go-on... type of fashion.
-But he is a few years younger than you, but I don't think that that'll be much of a worry. Umm, you can come in now.
Just then, a boy, about Ron's age, comes in from the next room, which I'm guessing is Pomfrey's office or something like that. He has short sandy hair, and by my poor guess, blue or green eyes. He's pretty short, and he's wearing a rather short, funny-looking tie.
George, this is Seamus Finnigan. Seamus-
I know who he is.
Well, Seamus here will help teach you sign language, okay?
I nod, and I think about how I hate how all people talk so loud around me that it makes me think that they think that I'm 100% deaf or something like that. Things have changed around here since I came back, and things are going to keep going that way.
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