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George had thought the building was on fire at first when a surge of red dominated the doorway, as the entire Weasley family burst into the hospital room.

Hermione had nearly fainted at the good news, and Ron had just fallen into a chair with his head in his hands. Ginny was crying, and Percy, Bill, Charlie and Fleur had started some kind of war dance, which Luna promptly joined in dragging Neville along, adding her own special twist.

His Mother and Father had just stood there and held each other.

George was too wary though to celebrate as his family were. He didn't dare hope too much in case he suddenly started slipping away all over again.

Angry frustration grew inside him as he became more and more cross with himself; he'd been so stupid, so weak. Harry needed him to be strong, and he'd gone and tried to kill himself.

He'd glanced at Neville worriedly as they all celebrated, but one look from him, and he knew that it was an unspoken agreement that he and Luna wouldn't tell anyone what George had attempted to do.

And thank Merlin he hadn't succeeded.

From then on, he talked to Harry as much as he could. Everyone else wanted to as well, but Luna was insistent that it had to be George.

She had been so right in the first place that no one had even thought to argue with her.

Information had once again been leaked to the press, (Arthur had been outraged) and the media had gone mental. The Weasleys mobbed on arriving as they struggled through the lobby, trying to get to Harry.

Hermione had had to hold Ron and Ginny back a fair few times, and Bill had even had to restrain Fleur.

There had been a lot of speculation going round; particularly on whether George was going to parade Harry around when he woke up (Hermione didn't like that) and whether there would be feuds in within the Weasleys; surprisingly, with Ron's jealousy mentioned more than Ginny, ("I don't know why they can't see that I'm not the gay one!" he'd complained loudly).

People didn't stop visiting. There was a constant ebb and flow of people, and although George appreciated their support, he really wanted some time alone with Harry.

There was now a strict list of people who were allowed in, with the obvious people and also including Dean, Seamus, Neville, Luna, and to the complete surprise of everyone, George asked Malfoy to be put on the list.

The blonde had arrived the day the news broke out, eyes full of disbelief and George began to explain without question. He'd never seen him so relieved, or with any sort of emotion that could be even considered weak. But he could also see the doubt in Draco, that he had himself.

What if this was a false alarm and Harry wasn't going to get better?

All George could do, was keep talking.

Harry had never felt so heavy. He tried to open his eyes but it was like there were weights pressing down on his eyelids, on his entire body. He could barely move. He groaned. He was so, so tired.

"Harry?" the frantic whisper stirred something within him. He felt someone grab his hand.

There had been that crushing blackness, pushing him deeper and deeper into himself before he'd began to become completely lost.

"Come on, Harry,"

He knew that voice; he liked that voice.

Harry open your eyes, it's not that hard.

Slowly but surely, he forced his eyes open.

As they adjusted to the blinding light, dark pupils changing shape on vibrant green irises, he saw a face.

He saw his face; that incredible face that had made everything better once upon a time, and he remembered.

That distant murmuring like it was coming from another room that had worked its way into his subconscious like it was reaching out to him. Something about it had sounded so right to him, that he thought to himself that he must fight, that this person needed him. He must get to it, and nothing on Earth could stop him.

He knew now that it was George.

"Oh, Harry …"

George. His George.