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To St. Mungo's

"Julia", George fell to his knees beside her, pieces of glass cutting into his legs.

But he didn't care, all he cared about was her and that she would be alright.

"Julia" he whispered to her as tears ran down his cheeks.

Her hair was soaked in blood, as were her clothes and blood kept running from the cuts all over her body.

She wasn't breathing, he tried hard to find her pulse, but he couldn't.

Her heart wasn't beating anymore.

"No, no, no, Julia, wake up" he whispered "please Julia"

He lifted her up into his arm and held her tightly into himself thinking of were to take her very hard.

A second later he was standing in the reception hall of St. Mungo's.

"Help!" he yelled "Please help, somebody!" tears were streaming down his cheeks.

An elder looking woman came running over to him, "What- Oh dear Merlin!" she gasped as she saw Julia's limp, blood covered body in George's arms.

"Wha-what happened?" she asked shocked "Who did that to her?"

"I don't know," George whispered as he cried, "Please help her! Please!" he begged.

"Of course, wait here and I'll go get a Healer" she said and hurried across the hall.

A few seconds later she came running back, a Healer following closely behind her.

"Oh my goodness" the Healer gasped, looking at Julia "She-" he stopped dead in his sentence and just looked at her.

He then stretched his hand out to touch one of the wounds on Julia's cheek but George took a step back and hugged Julia's body closely into his own, making sure that the Healer couldn't reach her.

He didn't want anyone to touch her, he was afraid that they would hurt her like somebody had already done.

He of course knew that no Healer would be stupid enough to hurt her in front of a lot of people.

But he didn't care, the man had no reason to touch her now and he sure as hell wasn't going to be allowed to do so.

"You don't touch her unless you're healing her" he said in an angry voice, glaring at the man in front of him.

The Healer looked a little offended and glared back at George for a moment, but decided to pretend like it had never happened and shook his head.

"I'm Healer Tathson, and I'll make sure she will be taken care of" he said "but we need to get this done before it's too late,"

He had a worried and serious expression on his face "let me carry her for you so you can rest"

He stretched his arms out to take Julia, but again George took a step away and hugged her body tighter into his own.

"I'll carry her, and you'll just show the way" he said protectively, still glaring at the man in front of him.

The Healer gave a sigh and looked to be giving up "fine, this way" he said and walked out of the room quickly.

George followed closely behind, holding Julia tightly in his arms.

"Put her on that bed" Healer Tathson said pointing to the right at the only bed there was in the room they had just entered.

George placed her gently down onto the bed as a few tears feel from his eyes and landed softly on her face.

"You'll be alright" he whispered into her ear "promise me you will".

"I'm sorry sir, but you'll have to wait outside" Healer Tathson said as another Healer came rushing into the room.

George wanted to protest but knew that it wouldn't get him anywhere, the only thing it would do was to drag out the time and then it might be too late to save Julia.

He nodded and walked slowly outside, tears starting to fall faster from his eyes.

As he walked outside to sit on a chair where he could see the door to Julia's room from, he passed yet another Healer who ran into the room.

It had been an hour since he had left Julia with the Healers.

More Healers had been running in and out of the room all the time.

He constantly tried to ask them if Julia was alright or if she would be, but they kept running past him and ignoring him.

"Bloody!" he heard a male voice cursing from the room.

"Was that supposed to be a really bad joke?!" a female voice sounded, very angry and stern.

"Will you just get that healed again!" a old and angry voice belonging to a man sounded.

Why did I ever let her leave by herself? George thought, why didn't I follow her before? I could have saved her from all of this and she would be completely fine and alive right now.

And I was worried about what she would do if I told her my true feelings, I should have been worried about what could have happened to her instead.

He slammed his fist against the wall very hard and blood started to drip from his knuckles.

Not enough, he thought to himself and slammed his fist against the wall again, harder this time.

I deserver to feel as much pain as her, he thought No I deserver to feel much more pain than her, he thought as he fell to his knees crying.

"Why does all this happen to her?" he whispered to himself "She doesn't deserve it! Damn it!" he yelled and slammed both his fists to the floor.

"Take it easy dear" a voice from above him said and someone patted his shoulder.

He looked up to see the elder looking woman from earlier stand over him, "I brought you a cup of tea, I thought you could need it" she said in a caring grandmother-like voice.

He wiped the tears away from his face and got up from the floor.

The woman handed him the cup, "thank you" he said weakly as he accepted the cup.

"Oh dear, maybe we should get that healed huh?" she said gesturing to his knuckles.

He shook his head and sat down, "I don't deserve to get it healed" he said as tears filled his eyes again.

"Don't worry dear," the woman said and sat down in a chair next to him "Your girlfriend will be alright"

"She's not my girlfriend" he sighed "I wish she were, but I never had the guts to tell her how I really felt about her, and now it might be too late to do so, besides she would never see me as anything other than a friend,"

He wiped a tear away from his cheek and was surprised that he had just told all of this to a complete stranger when he couldn't even tell it to his own twin.

"I'm sure it'll all be alright dear" the woman said comforting just as another voice sounded from inside Julia's room.

"Damn it!" it was a man's voice and it sounded a lot like Healer Tathson.

"It'll all be alright" the woman said and left George to sit alone again.