A/N Forgot to put this on the last chapter, but this story will jump around. As in, who tells the story will change. This chapter is from George's view point, hopefully you noticed last chapter was Fred's view point. I remembered how to put in A/N's so that won't happen again. If you are reading this, write me something so I know. Give me some hints or anything!

Relapse

"Well I hope he's ok. He seemed really nice the other day. I'll be at the Leaky Cauldron if you still want me to work for you.""Yeah, I'll let you know…"

"He'll be ok. He's strong, don't worry." Footsteps, a door opening. "If you need any help, you know where to find me." A door closing.

"Oh Georgie…" A sigh and the feeling of someone getting up from the foot of the bed. The fog rolls back in as I try to say something or open my eyes even. Everything goes black again.

The soft hoot of an owl. Our owl, Orion. I suddenly remember. The scratching of a quill and a sigh. "Georgie, I hope you wake up soon.." A chair scrapes back and I can only assume he's getting up to send off a letter. A few seconds later, another hoot and the flapping of wings.

Footsteps coming closer to me and the feeling of someone sitting on my bed. A hand rests on top of mine. He never says a word, but I know he's there. I try to say something, anything, as the fog rolls back in again. "Freddie.." Swallowed by darkness

My eyes flicker open and I stare at the ceiling. Blinking slowly, trying to focus. I turn my head to the side. A face slowly starts to take shape in front of me. I realize what the wait across my legs is. I reach out and grasp his hand. He doesn't move and I realize he's asleep. Dark purple shadows under his eyes make me think he hasn't slept in a long time. I run my thumb over the back of his hand, grateful that I have such an amazing brother.

"Georgie…" he mumbles in his sleep. "Please, come back to me.." He shifts slightly, before settling back down. He always did do that while he slept. I remember.

"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.." he murmurs once more before his breathing evens back out.

Laying there watching him sleep, I try to remember what happened to where I ended up this way. I remembered talking to Victorie and asking her to work with us. I could remember setting up the back of the shop, sorting through boxes and getting ready for all of the orders that were supposed to arrive later that week. The last thing I could remember though, was walking down an aisle with an arm load of different items yet to be placed. Fred yelling my name after a crash. Then… just darkness.

As I tried to figure out what happened, Fred stirs again. He groans a he starts to sit up, pulling his hand from mine. Standing up to stretch, he yawns and looks like he never got any sleep at all. He turns to walk to the office across the hall, never looking at me.

As he gets to the door, I whisper, "Given up on me Freddie?"

He jumps and turns to look at me, face full of shock. He slowly realizes that I am in fact awake, and starts to walk towards me. His face is ghostly pale, eyes wide and watery. He sits down on the chair next to my bed. "How are you feeling Georgie?" he asks softly. "You remember anything that happened?"

"No, I tried to already. All I can remember is everything going dark, after something fell." I tell him while shaking my head. Slowly, I pull myself into a sitting position. "Now, how are you doing? You look like you haven't slept, ate, or showered in a week!" I exclaim, smiling at him.

"That's because I haven't. Not really anyways.." He trails off, staring at his hands.

"Fred, how long have I been out?" He keeps looking at his hands, not answering me. I reach out and grab one of his hands, gaining his attention. "How long, Freddie?"

He sighs deeply before looking up at me, his dark brown eyes full of worry and fear, something I haven't seen from him in a long time. "George.. You had a relapse.. You've been out of it for almost three weeks. I was getting ready to write to St. Mungos before you said my name five days ago." He tells me, speaking so softly I have to strain to hear him. "You haven't been out that long since.." he trails off and I know what he's remembering.

The long nights awake, silencing spells to hid the screaming and tears. Days of not talking, while I laid in bed, "sick", or hiding the constant trips to the bathroom after meals. He hated what I had turned into. Yet for some reason, he never left my side. I couldn't say that about anyone else at the time, but most everyone had come back in the end.

"Hey, it's alright. It's not going to go back to that. Those times were really hard for both of us. I don't want to go back to that." I try to reassure him.

"Yeah.. I guess. Look.. Can I get you some food or something?" he asks, already getting up and heading to the door. I could tell I had crossed that line for him, where he just wouldn't talk about the problem for awhile.

"No, I'm fine. Go do whatever you need to do. I might get up in a bit. Go on, I'll be fine." I add when he hesitates. He tries to smile as he almost bolts out of the room, heading for the kitchen. Listening a little longer, I hear the door closing and the creak of the steps.

I know he's going to the Leaky Cauldron, to go drink who knows what for how ever long. I remember when he used to slip down to the Hog's Head for some firewhiskey when things were tough. I always knew where he was going, even though he always tried to hide it.

Sighing, I lay back down and stare at the ceiling. Considering the fact that Fred wouldn't be back for a long time, I figure I have time to do a few things around the house. As I try to get up, the fog rolls back in and the darkness consumes me again.