As soon as the last syllable left my mouth, the thundering footsteps turned the corner and stopped. Suddenly, a hard force knocked me back to the wall besides George, sending my wand flying. I looked up and saw that it was Ron who had tackled me and who now had me pinned down to the floor.
I stared at him in pure disbelief, until I thought of how this situation might have looked llie to the newly arrived party. How my wand had been aimed at a very unconscious George.
"Get off me, you git!" By now, whether or not I sounded rude was the least of my worries; I was in no mood to be held down by my youngest brother.
"What did you do!? What happened!?" He asked accusingly. For the first time, I saw his face, really looking at it. I saw the dried tears, now mixing in with the fresh ones, the healing scars mixed in with the raw new cuts and bruises. I thought about all that he had been through, just that day alone. He doesn't deserve this; he is the last person I should take my anger out on.
"I can't tell you if you're cutting off my air stream." Reluctantly he got up, but not before pushing off of me forcefully.
"Okay, he's off now, what happened?" Bill asked with the authoritative voice that comes with being the oldest.
I opened my mouth to begin to answer, when out of nowhere came a distant voice.
"George? Georgie? Pers? Mum, Bill, did you find them? Forge?"
That voice. It was impossible, yet clear as day. A shadow turned the corner, then there he stood.
"George!?" He rushed towards George's sided. "Georgie! Come on, get up! George?" His voice broke.
I couldn't move. How could this be? I stood frozen in my place.
Mum pushed her way to the front. She gently tapped George's face. "Come on Georgie. Wake up." She said.
George finally opened his eyes. He looked around, scared and freaked out until his eyes fell upon familiar faces. Mum hurriedly smuggled him up in a crushing hug, followed quickly by everyone else.
Finally it was his turn, he whose being here should have been impossible.
He breathed a sigh of relief and took him up in the biggest hug I had ever seen between the two. George was rigid though, not hugging back and even resisting. He pulled back. "You okay, Forge?"
"Forge?" George asked.
He nodded slowly, worry now showing on his face. "Y-Yeah, come on Georgie. It's Fred."
"Fred?"
