Thanks for all the reviews guys. They really do mean a lot to me :)

This might be the last chapter for a bit; i'm going away, and have a case of writers block :( but I will write some more :)

All characters are still JK Rowling's, and however much I hate to hear it, she's the only one that ever can and will own George Weasley ...

Some of George's flashbacks are getting quite long - i'm sorry, but once I get started on one, I find it hard to stop

Hope you like anyway... :)

The next thing George knew was that he was back in a bed, under a large pile of blankets, his eldest brother and little sister sitting with him. George moaned slightly, opening his eyes.

'Whaaa-'

Bill sighed, shaking his head a little at George.

'You wandered off. In the middle of the night. We had no clue where you where, or what had happened. Mum was in tears. She thought you'd...' Bill trailed off at that, putting his arm around Ginny who was sobbing whilst looking at George. 'You need to apologise George, everyone spent the whole morning looking for you, and found you asleep practically half buried by rubble.' Bill looked angry as he spoke, but there was pity in his eyes too. 'I know it's hard, but you're just being selfish, making everyone worry like that. Mum was close to a panic attack.' George pulled the covers up higher and turned onto his other side. Fred would understand. No he wouldn't. If Fred was still here, George would not be in this stupid mess. Apparently, turning onto his other side wasn't a good idea; he had been put in the bed carefully, not resting on his ear which was acting like a fountain and being extremely unpredictable most of the time. George winced and felt a small trickle of blood leak onto the pillow. His ear could bleed as much as it liked, but George seemed unable to let out any tears.

'George. Get up, apologise to Mum, even if it's the only thing you do today,' Bill said commandingly. George sat up, his ear once again throbbing. He was still in his day clothes which he had been wearing since the battle. Everyone else seemed to have changed clothes, and they all looked cleaner. George only looked worse for wear, his face had blood on once again and his eyes were shadowy.

'I'm going to wait outside. C'mon Ginny,' Bill said, as Ginny followed him out of the door. George looked around. Somebody, presumably Ginny, had put some clean clothes out for him. He changed, noticing more bruises than he thought he had got in the battle, but then again, the amount of times he had fallen over stumbling around the previous night probably wouldn't leave him injury free.

Two minutes later, George opened the door, Bill and Ginny waiting outside. They were talking in whispers but stopped when George arrived. He wasn't stupid. He knew they were talking about him, but right now he really didn't care. Bill led them silently to the Great Hall, where Molly was drinking something which looked like a strong coffee.

'Oh George,' Molly cried, just as she had done the previous morning, although this time she didn't get up to hug him. Ron and Percy's faces went still and Arthur looked at George, somewhere between anger, pity and sadness. George sat down awkwardly, barely looking at his family. He couldn't bear to be with them. Or with anyone, but they all wanted to be with him. Fleur Delacour looked up from a short distance away and sighed as she looked at George. He returned a quick glare and moved his eyes back to the position of his family.

'I'm sorry,' he said, his throat dry and his voice barely audible. His mother burst into tears and leaned to hug her son.

'It's ok. But I'm not letting you out of my sight George Weasley,' she said firmly, but with tears in her eyes. George shrugged and pulled himself out of his mother's grip.

The following few days went the same way, George sneaking out to see Fred in the mirror. Of course, he was a lot more careful now, but was also becoming dependant on the mirror, going to it every time anyone left him alone. The Weasleys had finally managed to get George to eat something, not much, but enough to keep him healthy enough. The family seemed to be becoming closer after Fred's death, all except for George who was slowly edging away from his family. It wasn't that he didn't love them, he just couldn't stand to be with them. To see their faces full of pity when they saw George. Their whispering which was surely about him was becoming more than annoying, and the only person George wanted to see now was Fred. George knew he was running out of time; most of the castle was clear enough for the Weasleys to go home, and the time to announce this was coming.

'George, we're going home tonight son,' Arthur had walked up to George, who was sitting on a sofa which had been extracted from the remains of the Gryffindor common room. 'You need to make sure you've got everything.'

George didn't really have anything of his own to get, he wasn't bothered about his clothes that Muriel had delivered once the Weasleys had decided to stay, and his only possession he felt he might want to keep was his wand, which he kept with him. But he needed that mirror. George was not going to leave Hogwarts, and head to what felt like the other side of the world without Fred. Fred had always been there. With George. For George.

George lay on his side in bed, a small trickle of blood leaking from the hole where his ear once sat. He was fine. His mother had done her very best; giving him what seemed like hundreds of potions for pain, blood replenishing and stopping the curse from spreading. Yet Fred had other ideas.

'Are you sure he'll be ok?' he asked his Mother right outside the twins' room. Seeing his brother unconscious and covered in blood had really bought Fred down to Earth, and with a hard hit. It was starting to dawn on him just how serious this all was. So George had done the typical Weasley twin thing and made a big joke of it, but Fred could tell he was in pain.

'He'll be fine,' said Mrs Weasley reassuringly, 'he just needs some sleep, that's all.' She looked up at her son, who was so much taller than her now and smiled at him. 'Be quiet,' she added, 'that curse of Snape's seemed to have wiped all the energy out of him too.'

Fred froze.

'Snape?' he spat, his entire face changing. 'Snape did this?' Fred would have yelled all the curse words he knew if he hadn't known Ginny was cleaning her teeth across the hall. 'After everything? And he still has the nerve...' Fred was lost for words. Snape, the man they had all suspected for years, then had had to trust, then had killed Dumbledore and now was slicing people's ears off. Fred stormed as quietly as possible into his bedroom, hating every inch of that potions master he thought he would never hate more after the detention in the twins' third year.

'Fred?'

So George was awake, though he sounded very sleepy, and different, quieter than normal George.

'You ok mate?' Fred asked, putting on his pyjamas.

'Yeah,' sighed his twin sleepily, 'just hurts a bit.'

'Sure?' Fred asked, not wanting to keep George awake, just concerned.

'Sure Fred. G'night,' George yawned, pulling the covers up a little further.

'Night,' Fred said, climbing into his own bed.

George lay in bed, trying to sleep, but unable to. He was tired, really tired. That spell really had wiped the energy out of him. But he could tell Fred was awake, watching him.

'Why are you watching me?' George asked his twin groggily, raising his aching head a little.

'Because I know you're not feeling well,' Fred replied matter of factly. 'You lost a load of blood and were unconscious. You think I can just fall asleep without a care in the world?. Not likely.' Fred snorted a little, getting out of bed and walking over to his twin. 'I'm not moving until you're asleep,' he said stubbornly, pulling a chair a little closer to George's bed.

'Really Fred, you're like Mum sometimes...' George said, failing to hide his wicked grin.

'Thanks,' Fred laughed back, happy to see George being normal. 'Now sleep.'

George rolled his eyes and rolled over, a smile still on his face.