Fred burst through the door to his and George's dormitory to find George lying on his bed, blinking slowly. As Fred marched over to his brother, George slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes. "I've tried this seven times, and nothing's worked yet. It's getting quite… Fred, what happened?" Fred was as pale as Ron had been earlier that day, and stood breathing heavily, fist clenched. "It's got Ginny" he said simply, before collapsing onto the bed beside Fred and holding his head in his hands. George was still staring at the spot where Fred had been standing a couple of seconds ago. "It's- What- How- Its-" George seemed to be having trouble processing the sudden news, so Fred sat up again, and stared at his hands. "It got Ginny. She's got bandages all over her stomach, and she's so pale, and she's so cold."

Fred took a deep breath. He knew that he needed to calm down, because they wouldn't be able to stop whatever it was if they were panicking. But it was so hard. Fred looked around at his brother, and saw that he was still staring at the same place. This jolted his brain back into gear. If anything, he needed to stay calm for George, who looked like he was about to break down. Suddenly, the look in George's eyes changed from the lost panic that had been there before to a steely determination, and he reached behind him to grab the spellbook he'd been studying, opened it, and thrust his nose into it, eyes scanning the pages at twice the speed they had been before.

George snapped the book closed with a frustrated sigh, snapping Fred out of his reverie. He watched his younger brother stand up and march over to the door. He checked his watch quickly, then stood up too. "Good idea, Georgie. I forgot about lunch." "I'm not going for lunch. I'm going to the library, to find another book." "You've got to eat something." replied Fred. George just shook his head, and walked out of the dormitory. Fred paused for a moment before following his brother. Fred knew that in his current state, George probably wasn't going to listen to him, so when George turned off to go to the library, Fred carried on to the Great Hall alone.

Come bedtime, and George still hadn't eaten anything. He hadn't even left the Gryffindor Tower since he went to the library. When Fred returned to the dormitory after dinner, George was lying on the ground, hand lying limply on top of the cursed book. Fred gasped and ran to his twin, but as he reached out to rest his hand on George's shoulder, he felt him stir, and George's eyes slowly fluttered open. "Nothing's worked yet." he said plainly, and slowly got himself up off the floor. The twins changed into their pyjamas, and got into bed, but George drew the curtains around his bed closed. Fred suspected that this was because George was going to carry on reading, and his suspicions were confirmed when he heard his brother mutter "Lumos" from behind the curtains. Fred shook his head and rolled over, hoping that his twin wouldn't stay up for too long.