Please read and review :) Luna's POV:
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George lay in bed, his body hot and cold all at once, coated in sweat whilst family members and Luna watched him non-stop, panicking madly if his temperature went up by half a degree, or the sweating became worse. Not that he knew. Completely out of it, and had been for hours. He had had a vague, half memory of having potion tipped down his throat by someone in an apron, whilst another someone stroked the hair off his forehead, but nothing more than that could he remember, lying in dreamless sleep... but not for long. The potion could work its magic, sending him into a dreamless state in which he didn't have to think, or feel, or care, but the state his mind was in meant it couldn't last for long at all. And as the dreams crept back upon him, they were vivid nightmares, more so than anything he'd ever known.
'Crucio!'
'STOP, STOP.' George screamed, flinching and trying to dodge the spell as Bellatrix Lestrange cackled madly. They had Fred too, George could tell from the identical screaming next to him.
'Potter's as good as dead, Weasley, and your twin too, so shut up and give us the mudblood's whereabouts
'I DON'T KNOW, STOP IT, STOP IT,' George screamed, thrashing madly at the spells aimed at him as he heard his twin being identically tortured.
'I'll stop it,' smirked Lestrange, 'for you that is,' and she pointed her wand at Fred, right in the chest, 'CRUCIO!'
'FRED! FRED! NO! FRED!' He screamed, breaking away from the loose ropes that surrounded him as his twin screamed and writhed with pain on the stone floor. George felt his shirt being ripped off by a death eaters, as though they assumed the clothing would dilute the strength of Lestrange's curses. He felt the hands touch him as Bellatrix fired the curse again, voices erupting around his throbbing head. For a split second, George could've sworn a voice had been talking to him, calling out, but Bellatrix stopped that, firing a Sectumsempra at George's already painful chest.
'MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP,' he screamed as Lestrange turned away. He couldn't take it anymore, he really couldn't. Flailing madly, George felt himself hit flesh, before more voices with faces he couldn't see appeared, clogging up the dream. Bellatrix danced around, Fred pinned against the wall, but left untouched by spells anymore, just made to watch his twins as Bellatrix giggled, her dark eyes displaying love for torture rather than hate for George. He was screaming madly now, praying he'd black out; collapse; die. But death eaters were pinning him down, and he was burning all over. One put an ice cold hand on his chest, and it burned and froze at the same time all over again.
'FRED! Fred, MAKE IT STOP!'
Fred said nothing, but a faraway voice spoke, saying his name and other words. George tried to keep his mind. It was a woman. She had said his name three times, but twice Georgie, not George. Though the pain continued, he stopped screaming, wanting the voice to become a person to get him out.
'That's it. I'm here George. I've got you.'
He breathed out shakily... Maybe she was right. But who's were the hands that held him, stroking back hid hair?
'Mum?' He whispered, eyes taking away the battle scene. He seemed to be in his bedroom, but everything was oddly distorted, and she didn't sound look like his mother...
'No George, it's Luna. Remember?'
Luna? Why Luna? What could she do? Why was Luna Lovegood in his house anyway? He'd only spoken to her about twice in his life. He wanted Molly... Molly and her potions, and books about how to make it better.
'MUM! I want Mum! Mum!' He screamed, eyes falling shut as he madly tried to keep them open to see his mother, but he could only hear her strangled sobs. What was wrong? Was she hurt too? He kicked and flinched a little more, ignoring the faint crying that surely didn't belong in his own freakish nightmares, but as he carried on screaming, the battle faded, Bellatrix's laughing ceasing and the fuzzy bedroom scene staying...
Luna? Where was Luna? He couldn't find the energy to call out for he, but let the moans slip out of his mouth before allowing his eyes to droop, praying Luna was close. Sleep was returning, the pain dying down as George started to wearily question how much was real. Someone planted a kiss on his forehead. Not his mother. A woman though. Possibly even Luna, and her healing and calming powers, but what had taken her so long? She was here now though, If it was Luna, holding his hand. He sighed, letting sleep return again on the promise Luna was there, making sure he didn't return to the nightmares again.