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March 1997

Hospital Gowns

"Oi George, Letter down on the table for you!" Fred yelled one frosty March morning.

George Weasley's feet could be hear galloping down the hall way and then thundering down the staircase as he entered the warehouse workroom. "You rang," he said with a smile taking his glass of morning coffee that had been waiting for him on the design table and pulling an old shirt over his head.

"Letter for you, it's on the table," he said with a smile that showed he knew more then he was saying.

George raised an eyebrow as he took another swig from his coffee cup. "Do we know who it is from?" George asked quizzically looking over at the table that held a few design plans, letters and the Daily Prophet.

"You'll see sure enough Georgie Boy," Fred smirked as he lifted the curtain that led to the Shop, carrying new shipments out with him.

George walked over casually. For all he knew, it could be a howler from mum concerning his absence from Easter dinner, or a Howler from Mum for the explosion in the attic last weekend that allowed him to be absent for Easter Dinner, or another Howler from Mum for—

He looked at the envelope. It held the answer. It was a crisp white, and in burgundy ink lay his name in a wispy scribble.

Coach

C/o George Weasley

There was only one person who he knew that would write with that formality and script-instantly he ripped the letter open, "Merlin," he muttered looking at his new paper cut that quickly stung. Taking his finger to his mouth, he stared down at the contents.

Dear George—

I didn't know if I was in Heaven or Hell when I woke up last evening—It was very quiet and very white so I though the first but only the later after how boring I found it was. After unsuccessfully trying to apparate out, I had my case briefed and my sentence read. Then my Warden of whatever word told me I had a package from Christmas that was waiting to be opened. The WWW stamped across the top gave me hope. Obviously, wherever I was, my Guardian Angel was still on Duty.

I'm up and I request your presence, as well as Fred's, as soon as you can comply. Apparently I've been out cold for a few months? I need some friendly face to catch me up on everything.

Sincerely-

Your little Imp

"THRED!" he exclaimed only to swear horribly as he came to the realization that he bit down on his already injured finger.

"You know, I think I've only heard Mother call for me and then display the language you just used and you where usually just as guilty as I," Fred responded as he came in from the other side of the curtain.

"Sorry bout that," he tapped his finger with his wand, blue bandages shooting out, "I had a little moment-paper cut and such—"

"So what where you exclaiming about my brother?" Fred ignored as he had picked up another box of items and dropped them on the table.

"Katie's up," George smiled euphorically.

" Yes she is, swung by last night with Ange—"

"You what?" the smiled disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

"You where already asleep. Angelina and I had just got home from dinner and found a note I'm sure, very similar to yours and we stopped by..."

"Oh." He replied simply, setting down the letter and taking another swig of coffee, this time wishing it was something much stronger. "Well that's—"

"It's going to be an easy day today George, I have Lee coming to work in the afternoon—she wanted to see you too... truth be told you where there more than any of us these past months, you could probably tell her the most stories..." Fred advised, lifting his box yet again. "I'm just saying—"

"I'll be back as soon as I can," George said as he disappeared with a pop out of the workshop and off to St. Mungo.

"Mr. Weasley, you're sure here early—is everything all right?" one of the Healers at the front asked politely. He had been there so often he supposed that they had finally memorized his name. "I'm fine, I was wondering if I could see Katie Bell—I heard she woke up yesterday—"

'Mr. Weasley, its eight in the morning-I think Miss. Bell is probably asleep—yesterday was a very big day for her to swallow..." a Healer with blonde hair started.

"Oh Marsha give it up already, the poor boy's been here almost as much as her parents—" a grandmother Healer with peppered hair cut off, rising and walking towards George. "Follow Me Mr. Weasley."

He could hear the taps of feet on the stone floor, a buzz of Healers laughing in one room while in another it was time for medicine to be administered. "

So I'm taking it you just found out Mr. Weasley?" she asked as they entered the elevator, chuckling slightly as she pressed the button.

"What gave it away?" he asked looking down at the short old woman.

"Well for starters, you seem to be one of Miss. Bell's dearest friends, she asked about you the in the first hours she was up—"

"Really, what'd she say?" he asked, genuinely curious, his anticipation for seeing her grow with each step towards her room.

"Nothing much—she just wanted to know When you had last been there, she couldn't remember anything really. But when she saw your little notes by the bed I think she began to real in theories."

"Anything else?" George anticipated.

"No—although I'm sure she's going to want to hear everything about what she's missed, and you definitely have to explain yourself." The woman stopped outside the room that he had entered many a time.

"What do you mean?" George asked puzzled.

"My dear Mr. Weasley, did you not look into the mirror before you left?" she asked. He then looked down at his clothes to find he was in his Red and black bludger pajama pants, wearing a orange Weird Sister's T-shirt and his yellow WWW slippers.

He didn't even have the time to turn around as the woman opened the door and pushed him through. He closed his eyes for the briefest moment knowing that for sure Katie Bell had just gained the largest blackmail opportunity of both of their lives.

"George Weasley?" Katie looked at the mismatched mischief maker with skeptical eyes that seemed to dance as soon as he entered the room. "What in the world are you wearing?" she laughed from her bed, sitting up with a bundle of pillows supporting her back, a smile lighting her face for the first time in several months.

"You're note, my dear little Imp," George started, walking to the mustard yellow chair by the bed, "'Demanded my Presence as soon as I could comply,'" he tried quoting word for word.

"Did it really say that?" she asked with a grin, still laughing heartily. "Well something along those lines. Fred says 'George—you need to go visit Katie. Ange and I already did, you need to go," he tried imitating Fred which he did all too perfectly. "And then I say, Alright Fred, see you later. Apparate here as soon as I say that and I guess somewhere in the rush of the morning activities I forgot that I needed to change into some descent clothes; Although Imp, I wouldn't be the one to talk seeing how I'm not the one wearing a hospital gown."

"Well believe it or not Mr. Weasley, but I don't exactly have my spring wardrobe on hand. The Warden's here are quiet picky and have a uniform for us poor unfortunate patients;" she sighed, playfully hitting his hand , only to keep her hand on his by her side. The smile ceased and she looked began memorizing his face again.

"It's been a long time since you've seen me smile, hasn't it?" she asked in a hushed whisper. "Mum and Dad said it's been pretty scary—and Fred said you've been up here a lot—you shouldn't have"

"It's the least I could do Katie," George said suddenly, "I know that you would've done the same for me. I couldn't help put you together again but I could sit and talk for a while."

"Well trust me, I don't even think that the Healers could put me together again—it still feels like I've been hit by a Bludger—I guess it's what I get for having two beaters for Friends huh?"

George's eye brows knit together, "That was Fred, I've never hit you with a bludger—"

"What ever you say," Katie smiled, "At the day's end, I'll just be happy when I go back to Hogwarts."

"Can you remember anything? Who cursed you?" George whispered hastily, the question having burned in his mind with revenge for the past months. "Nope," she sighed, "Fred asked me too—I figured you two would have something ready for the bloke if I did."

"Maybe" George answered quickly, "We weren't going to let the git get away with it. Can't you remember anything? I really want to track this guy down."

"All I remember is going to Hogsmede with a friend. I can't even remember who—Janet I think—I had to go to the restroom and after that It just gets so fuzzy... appearntly there was something with Opals?"

George nodded, "A Opal necklace—it was cursed—"

Katie too nodded, "Never was fond of that gem—never let me buy an opal as long as I live Geroge Weasley."

"Deal," he smiled, only to let it fade again with aggitation. "Can't you remember any more Katie? Anything?"

"What would you say if I could remember some of those afternoons you were here?" she asked looking at him again. He saw a light sparkle in her eyes. "I'd say you're probably drugged up on something but with all that I've seen I wouldn't be too suprised..." George answered, "What gave it away, my little 'Hope you wake up today notes' or was it the Flowers by your bed?"

"It was just you. Sometimes I would feel like I was floating and I could hear you. I could feel this sharp pain in my head every now and then, but I when you where there it'd stop—I could feel you sitting down and talking to me," she said looking at him square in the face. "I could remember some conversations better than others but it was either you or mum—"

His mind rushed back, trying to remember if he had said something she shouldn't have heard. Skeptically he looked at her, "What do you remember?"

"Christmas," Katie grinned, "I remember you said something about a Licorice Rope that could get me out of here—that was very tempting last night mind you—and then you asked me a Question."

"Did I now?" he began, playing along while trying to remember for himself.

"You told me that I always pulled through for Wood and for the team—and you asked if I could pull through for a Weasley." She smiled and held his hand lightly. "How did I do Coach?"

George let go of her hand for a minute, folding his arms and frowning sourly. "Well, you could have done it a little quicker, but better late then never," he grinned crookidly, taking her hand and swinging it gently in his.

"I'll try harder next time," She grinned as he stood up, and looked at her like she was crazy.

"Next time? Katie Bell, you'd be barking mad to put your family and I through that another round!" he exclaimed—a joke on in his voice but seriousness in his eyes.

"I was kidding Geroge," she agreed. "Have to go back to the shop?"

"Yeah, and its probably best I go before your parents see me in my latest fashion number," he said, "It's almost as great as it was the day they brought you in here." He bent down on his knees to where his head was just above the side of her bed. "Will you come by the shop before you head back to school?" he asked, somewhat hoping that his friend would—so she could see how well they had done, see how far they had come—to see him...

"I wouldn't miss it for the world George," Katie smiled.

"See you soon Imp," he grinned, tucking a hair behind her ear as he got up and walked out the door.

"See you soon Coach," Katie grinned to herself, as she looked at the daises sitting in a vase by her side. Her heart still racing from the touch of his hand on hers.

An: We are beginning to wrap up the HBP part of George and Katie and slowly approaching DH's era. Only seems right with the year mark coming up soon since we all read it. Thanks for reading now try reviewing!Kait Hobbit