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A calm rested over George as he savagely moved his arm, his wand an extension of his hand, killing and maiming with only a few simple words thought in his head. For a second he wondered what Fred would think of him he was there now, but then he remembered that didn't matter, since he wasn't. He never would be. And he knew that he would proud, proud that George was fearless in striking down the enemy. Fearless and merciless.

Around him, his family were firing curses at the death eaters, screams filling the air as Harry made a blonde convulse and Ginny separated a brunette's arm hand from her wrist, letting her wand drop to the floor along with it. Hermione dropped a pot plant, crushing the legs of a death eater who was trying to hit Molly from behind, and the man let out a thud as he body fell, no time for a scream to escape his lips. Charlie was multitasking, deflecting any charm thrown his way along with trying to keep the protective charm up for a little while longer. Bill and Fleur stood back to back, protecting each other as they shot curses at the death eaters that surrounded them.

The death eaters had been too distracted to attempt to get into the burrow, and so far, a few half-hearted attempts to light it on fire had abysmally failed, and resulted in one death eater burning himself to death. This was due to Ginny lazily disarmed him, knowing there wasn't a strong sense of community among these death eaters, so no one would put him out and without a wand he could do nothing but scream. The lack of community was clear to them and it was probably why the Weasley's were winning so easily. Usually the death eaters worked together far better, but this was a last ditch effort to save themselves, they only cared about themselves and the ones that they personally cared for, they didn't work well in a team.

Luna wasn't even bothering with the fighting she was collecting the unconscious but alive death eaters and binding them up in the trees next to the ones that Ron had placed only minutes ago. Placing protective charms over them, so that the death eaters couldn't collect them and take them, Luna looked up to see the protective charm break, and a whole flood of death eaters lunged forward.

"Go!" George yelled over at her, as he caught her expression out of the corner of his eye. Luna gave a small smile before she closed her eyes and disappeared. She didn't mind the fighting, but she didn't particularly enjoy it and if re-enforcements had arrived here, then her father may need her more than the Weasley's did. George turned back to see a death eater fall to the floor in front of him, a spell frozen on his lips. Behind him stood Neville, a wand in his hand and a determined look on his face, George nodded at him and went back to fighting.

Curses flew through the air, the night sky lit green as the death eaters called more of their kind, the air was thick was screaming, their noses filled with the smell of blood and fire. Ron looked over at Harry and saw that he was noticeably wounded but he was still fighting, god his stubbornness would be the death of him. Stepping over the corpse of the death eater that Molly had killed seconds ago, Ron headed towards Harry, when out of the corner of his eye his saw his fathers white face as he spoke to the man, who was obviously Hagrid, in front of him.

That second of distraction was paid for dearly.

Although Ron wasn't distracted, he gave only the illusion that he was. The death eater who stood behind him, following Ron's gaze to Arthur and Hagrid, smirked before he threw a curse at Ron, thinking how wonderful it was that his mind was elsewhere, giving him the perfect opportunity to kill Ron. But before he could say the spell, Ron turned swiftly, his arm raising as he turned, firing a curse at the death eater, a bright green flash, hitting him in the middle of his chest, knocking him down, dead. Even from the corner of his eye Ron had recognised that death eater, and he didn't want him to be sent to Azkaban, with the risk of escaping, he wanted him dead. He had killed dozens of Muggles and Muggle borns, and Ron didn't want to give him the chance to do so again.

Upon reaching Harry, Ron threw a quick sectumsempra at the death eater he was duelling and scanned Harry's body, noticing the tears in clothing and the blood running down his leg. Knocking out the person who walked up behind Ron, Harry raised a questioning eyebrow at Ron, not realising that he himself was bleeding, and was shocked at the amount of blood seeping out of Ron's stomach, shoulder and leg.

"Shit." Ron breathed as his gaze focussed behind Harry where Hermione and Ginny kneeled side by side before disapparating. He had only seen them for a second so it was impossible to decipher who was supporting who. "Hermione and Ginny are gone." Ron said quickly to Harry, trying not to the think about what that meant before he focussed his eyes on the death eater that would soon raise his wand at his mother who was busy duelling with another.

Harry didn't say anything in reply, but scanned the crowd. There were a few familiar faces, people he remembered fighting alongside him in the battle of Hogwarts, and he noticed that Ron and him were the youngest ones, Neville must have disapparated seconds ago, Harry didn't even think for a second that his could be one of the bodies lying on the floor. His body stiffened as he felt a hand on his shoulder, before he realised a death eater wouldn't rest their hand on his shoulder.

"Get Ron and George and go." Arthur whispered urgently. They were no longer winning and he couldn't bear to lose another son, Charlie and Percy had already gone, but that was to help out at another house. Hagrid had told him many things, along with the news that five of the 18 homes that were attacked were on fire, their occupants dead, eight of the homes, including the Burrow were winning when Hagrid delivered the news, but the others were losing. Kingsley had told Hagrid that it seemed as though almost every single surviving death eater was fighting, all of them attacking the 13 homes that still stood, they were fighting to the death, they didn't want to hide anymore.

Harry knew that he couldn't argue, and nor did he want to. He nodded at Arthur before fighting his way over to George, suddenly more aware of his injuries, each step sent pain through his body. Firing a curse at a death eater to his right he didn't have time to deflect the spell that was shot at him on the left. He felt the numbness spread over his leg, and blindly sent a sectumsempra to his left. Which judging by the screams and smell of blood that filled the air, he hit his mark.

"We need to go." Ron breathlessly, urging George as he pointed over Harry who was grasping his leg, still trying to get to George and deflect curses at the same time. George knocked another death eater unconscious, snapped their wand in half, and bound their legs together before following Ron, who was making his way over to Harry. Ron was stepping in between the unconscious bodies of the death eaters and the people fighting on his side, he didn't dare to look down, he didn't want to see a face to recognise, he just couldn't.

As Ron and George reached Harry, Harry quickly put a small protective charm around them, as the clasped each others arms and closed their eyes, leaving the yelling and the fighting behind them as they disapparated to George's flat. Harry didn't want to risk a death eater cursing them as they disapparated, and with the help of the protective charm that faded as soon as they arrived at George's flat, none of them were injured while apparating, but they still had plenty other injuries to deal with.

Opening their eyes, the three of them looked around George's bedroom. George had no desire to be in this room, but he knew that if someone was in the apartment, someone who shouldn't be, then they would expect them to arrive in the living room or the kitchen. George flicked his wand quickly and his face fell.

"What?" Harry asked as he lowered himself onto George's bed, clutching his leg. Beside him, Ron was slumped against the wall, biting down on his lower lip as his hands covered his stomach, in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

"There's no one here." George said quietly, not quite believing it, but knowing that the spell couldn't have been wrong, there was no way that it would be wrong.

"Okay." Harry said slowly, not understanding what George was meaning, his mind was preoccupied with the pain that was spreading over his body.

"There is NO ONE here!" George yelled at them both, not understanding why both of their faces looked so blank. Ron and Harry exchanged a glance, trying to read each others expression when it occurred to them both.

"Ginny? Hermione!" They yelled in unison, Harry raising from the bed and Ron pushing himself off the wall and wrapping his arm around Harry helping him to stand.

"There is NO ONE..." George started to yell as the two of them took a step towards the door.

"HERE we know. You said that already. So where the hell are they?" Ron snapped. Yanking open the door, the three of them walked into the living room, their eyes scouring the room, focussing on the bloody handprint on the table and the pool of blood on the floor that was smudged by footprints. George flicked his wand again and sighed with relief.

"We haven't been breached. The defences are secure." George said quietly, smiling to himself. This was good news, although beside him Harry and Ron didn't seem all that relieved by this new information.

"Well that's brilliant, where the bloody hell are they?" Ron asked, turning to his brother as best he could, still supporting Harry as he glared at George, not mad at him, just feeling the need to glare at something, at somebody.

"They left by choice, they weren't forced." George explained, the adrenaline leaving his body he slowly began to feel the pain that spread down his arm, he wasn't injured as badly as Harry or Ron but that didn't mean that he didn't need help.

"Of course." Harry said quietly as it dawned on him.

"What?" Ron asked, only just hearing him as Harry's head was resting against his. He was beginning to feel rather dizzy, and was trying not to sway as he supported Harry.

"St Mungo's." Harry said, the others were hurt, just the same as they were. As the thought of needing a first aid kit popped into his head, he knew that Hermione and Ginny had apparated to St Mungo's.

"Of course." George replied. Without a second of hesitation, he grabbed Harry and Ron's arms and they closed their eyes before disapparating to St Mungo's.

Clutching their wands tightly, they opened their eyes, preparing for chaos, before the let the calm of St Mungo's sink in as they stepped inside. Nothing was destroyed, no one was screaming, St Mungo's was the same as it always was, unsettling.

"You're here for Miss Weasley and her friend?" A woman asked as her eyes swept over the three of them, taking in flaming red hair and speaking before she assessed their injuries. They were Weasley's alright, she knew who they were, and she knew that they wouldn't accept treatment until she had taken them to their friends, their family.

"Follow me." She said before they had a chance to answer her, with a flick of her wand she conjured a wheelchair for Harry but he shook his head and slowly stepped forward, all of his weight on Ron. The woman nodded, sent the wheelchair away and headed into the lift. They stood in silence as they stood side by side in the lift, Ron focussing on the lift doors, Harry focussing on the floor and George focussing on the two of them.

Stepping out of the lift, she led them down a corridor, having to move far slower than the four of them wanted, with Harry wincing in pain with every step, but still too stubborn to accept a wheelchair, he had to see them first, he had to make sure they were okay.

"They're in here." She said quietly as she flicked her wand, opening the door before she turned away and quickly headed back down the corridor, she was a healer and she had patients to see, but she had promised Ginny that she would find her family, and she kept her promises.

White walls.

Blank faces.

Hermione and Ginny looked peaceful as they lay still, their eyes closed as a healer worked on each of them, their beds barely a metre a part. The two healers were chatting quietly to each other as they dressed the girls wounds.

"They're alive." Ron breathed, a brief smile spreading across his face. The healers turned to the three of them, George, Ron and Harry filed into the room, smiles of relief spreading across their faces. Harry unwrapped his arm from around Ron and allowed Ron to lower him slowly into the chair by the door as he grinned, knowing they were both alive. Ron gave George a quick hug before he took a step forward, needing to be closer to Ginny and Hermione. Ron took another step forward before he felt something change, he stopped where he was, and felt his body droop.

Before he knew it the world went black, his world went black and he hit the floor.

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