Author's Note: Hello all, how about giving me a little review?;) hope you're liking the story, and just so you know I'm not in the process of writing any others at the moment, so this is the one with my attention. To give you fair warning, the last chapter will probably have a rather large author's note, and when that time comes, if you read it all that would be wonderful. Thanks for keeping with it!xx


George had never been more relieved in his life than when he saw Harry's eyes open. He'd leaned over him at once, caressing his cheek and stroking his forehead as his own hot tears began to fall.

"George," Harry whispered hoarsely.

"I'm here, Harry, I'm here," he choked out, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

Harry smiled and George gave a wet laugh. Merlin, he'd missed that.

"Good."

"George?"

George didn't look away from Harry at Ron's voice, but kept his eyes firmly on the man he loved.

"He's awake," he said loudly. He heard the rush of frantic footsteps as his younger brother, Hermione and Bill all sprinted to the bedside.

Harry smiled at the three staring at him, all with their mouths wide open. There was a few seconds of complete silence.

And suddenly, before he could even blink, George watched Ron throw himself on top of Harry, sprawled out all over him in a weird kind of hug.

Hermione's hand flew to her mouth as she began to cry and laugh all at the same time and Bill just chuckled.

"Welcome back mate," he laughed.

"Thanks," Harry's muffled voice mumbled from underneath Ron's heavy body. Growing protective, George began to encourage Ron off Harry. He was not planning on losing him now to being crushed to death by his own brother.

"You have some explaining to do," Harry said after George and Bill had prized a tearful redhead off him.

As Bill went to fetch a Healer, George began to explain everything. How he'd been attacked, how he'd been unconscious for a month and they all thought he wasn't going to make it.

Just as George was about to explain about the press, two Healers, three Mediwitches, a Mediwizard, the rest of the family and Luna all piled into the room.

Well that was their peace gone.

The Healers began bombarding him with questions, and Molly and Fleur bombarded him with wet kisses and hugs.

But George knew who needed help right now. He just pulled a shaking Ginny and Luna towards him and embraced them so he held them tightly against his body. They didn't fight against him, just buried their faces into his side willingly. He heard them both sniffing and watched them wipe their eyes below him. Bill has his arms around Percy and Charlie's shoulders, and Arthur stood quietly in the corner, clearly fighting back tears.

George's gaze was suddenly drawn towards a small, empty space on the other side of Harry's bed. He felt something strange, but calming and warm.

He smiled.

"Thanks Freddie."


It didn't take long for Kingsley to arrive with his team of Aurors. He headed straight for Harry and patted his hand gently, his eyes twinkling and happy once again, if a little tired.

"How are you doing, m'boy?" his voice boomed. Harry smiled.

"I'm alright thanks,"

Kingsley smiled back but as one of the Aurors cleared his throat, he suddenly became more business-like.

"Right, I know that you are still very weak and tired, but I am going to need you to answer some questions,"

Harry sighed, and closed his eyes.

"I expected this. Go ahead,"

George saw his fingers waver, and instantly took his hand. It still surprised him how in tune they were with each other now.

"Okay, can you remember who attacked you?" he said as if approaching a frightened deer.

Harry tensed at the thought of the man; that man. The man who he knew had killed Remus, and many others.

"It was Dolohov," a wave of recognition rippled throughout the room and he felt George's grip on his hand tighten painfully. "He jumped me and began to torture me straight away, I can't remember anything else."

The searing Weasley anger was hot and thick in the room, with each member, plus Hermione, tensed in rage. Harry could see all of them staring determinedly ahead, fists clenched and breathing like dragons.

Kingsley nodded at the Aurors who began to leave immediately.

"Thank you, Harry. Now concentrate on getting better,"

"Thanks Minister."

Kingsley smiled, and nodded once again, before turning on his heel elegantly, and following his colleagues out of the room. The remaining occupants were silent.

"George, you're hurting me," Harry whimpered. Suddenly becoming aware of his vice-like grip on Harry's hand, George shook himself and relaxed his muscles.

"If they don't catch him, I'll find him and kill him," George seethed.

"I'll be right there with you," Ron muttered.

"And you can bloody well count me in too-,"

"BOYS!" Molly had clearly had enough after Charlie's statement.

But Harry could only chuckle, as he just felt wonderfully safe and protected.


Harry was thankful that he and George were finally alone together.

He'd managed to shift Harry along the bed slightly, but only with George's reluctant help as his movement was still limited and his muscles so weak. Although George had protested at first Harry had ignored him and the pain so that he could lie in the bed with him.

They lay together as close as possible, Harry on his back and George on his side with his arm draped over Harry's chest.

"Everyone knows," George's voice was deafening in the late night silence. Harry attempted an awkward lying down shrug.

"Well yeah…"

"No, I mean everyone, Harry, as in the papers won't stop talking about it,"

Harry frowned and looked very worried. George tried to keep the anger at bay once again, as thought of the Daily Prophet invaded his mind.

"Really?"

George nodded.

"Well what are they saying?" he asked.

George didn't say anything for a second, but instead tightened his grip slightly on Harry's body, not so that he hurt him, but so that the boy felt protected and warm. He sighed.

"They all think that I am only interested in you because you're the saviour of the Wizarding World, and that I stole you away from Ginny,"

"What!" Harry yelled. George quickly put his hand against Harry's chest to stop him from getting up and hurting himself.

"I know, I know," he kept his hand firmly on his chest. "Look, don't worry about this now okay? We'll deal with it when you're better."

Harry looked at him sceptically, but once George leaned over to place a light kiss on his lips, he felt his distress wash away settled back into the bed.

But then, a thought suddenly occurred to George, and there was no way he could let it rest. Excited, he continued to look into Harry's eyes and pushed his messy fringe back, his thumb stroking small patterns on his forehead as he smiled like a fool. He couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it before.

"Move in with me."

Harry went back to frowning.

"What?"

"Move in with me," George repeated.

Harry continued to frown. He was going to get frown lines soon if he wasn't careful, George thought.

"Would your Mum let me?"

It was George's turn to frown. He would get frown lines soon if he wasn't careful.

"Good point. But really though, think about it. We can live together in the flat, I can look after you and Ron and I can carry on running the shop, we'd always be close, and well …I love you, so why the hell not?"

Harry smiled and out of the corner of his eye, George saw him try to lift his hand; but he was still so weak so it fell limp by his side. He took the hand and squeezed.

"Please?"

Harry exhaled slowly and George knew he'd won.

"Okay."

That night was the best night's sleep George had had in a very long time.