Ok, here's chapter 7! I REALLY would like at least 1 review before putting up chapter 8, just to know that there is someone reading it! I'm hoping to finish it in about 10 chapters, so not long to go now! Enjoy!

The Woes Of George Weasley

Chapter 7

George was blissfully happy. He and Nikki had kissed passionately on the beach for at least half an hour. He slowly walked up the stairs and reached the flat's door. Nothing can ruin this, he though as he unlocked the door and entered the flat.

"Fred? Hey Fred! I've had the most fantastic night! God, she's amazing! I'd give you all the details, but you'd probably be jealous!" He shouted as he looked for his brother.

He wandered into the kitchen.

"Hey Fred, you in... Oh my God." He clutched a chair for support. Fred was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. George was frozen to the spot for a moment, but then he came to his senses and ran over to Fred.

"Fred? Fred? Can you hear me?" George said. Fred didn't move. George checked for a pulse; there was one, but it was faint. He checked his breathing. Fred was alive. Just.

"Oh God. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit." George was starting to panic. "Azuris," he muttered. A message was immediately sent to St. Mungo's Hospital. Medi-Wizards would trace it and immediately apparate to the place it had come from.

"Come on, where are you?" As soon as he'd said this, two Medi-Wizards apperated by his side.

"Please, my brother...." George trailed off. What had happened to Fred?

"Come with us please," said a young Medi-Wizard, holding out a portkey shaped as a book. George touched it and was transported to the hospital. Fred was taken to a room on the ground floor. George followed.

"I'm sorry, you can't come in here at the moment. Please wait outside." A young healer said to George.

George was beside himself. What was he going to do? What if Fred died? He could never live with himself. And what would Mum and Dad do? He thought. He groaned.

"Oh dam, I've got to owl them."

He went to the desk at reception.

"Do you have an owl I could borrow?" he paused for a moment. "And some ink, oh, and parchment and..."

"Here," the witch said irritably, handing him all he needed to write a letter. "NEXT!" She shouted.

George sat down and began to write a letter to him parents. How am I gonna put this? He though desperately. After a few attempts, he read through the finished result.

Dear Mum and Dad,

I'm at St. Mungo's. It's Fred, something happened, but I don't know what. I came home today and found him. I can't see him at the moment, but you need to get here as quickly as possible. I'll meet you at the entrance.

George.

About fifteen minutes after he had sent it, his parent rushed through the doors.

"Where is he? What happened? Can we see him?" Mrs Weasley cried.

"I'll show you, and I don't know. I've been here waiting for you." He led them to Fred's room. An old wizard came out, and Mrs Weasley quickly repeated her three questions to him.

"He's through here, please, come in and sit down." They sat down on three chairs around Fred's bed. He was unconscious and his face was a ghastly white. Mrs Weasley burst into tears.

"Oh my baby!" She said through her tears. "What happened to you?" Her husband held her tight. The healer looked grave.

"I've been with your son for the past hour. It appears he was stabbed through the stomach. When you found him," he said looking at George, "he was in a bad way. His condition has improved slightly, but I must tell you, there is a chance he may not survive."

George was stunned. Fred couldn't die, he couldn't! Mr and Mrs Weasley were both crying now. George stood up, but he felt very dizzy. The old healer pushed him down, and handed him a potion off the trolley in the corner.

"Drink it, it'll help the dizziness," he said.

For the next few hours, the three Weasleys sat by Fred in silence. Suddenly, Mr Weasley let out a groan.

"We'll have to write to the other," he said. "What are we going to tell them?"

George looked up at his father surprised. He'd completely forgotten about the others. Ron would be shocked, Ginny would be devastated. Bill and Charlie would drop everything to come and see him, and Percy, what would he do? George couldn't see him dropping everything to come and see his brother in hospital, even if he could die. Work was too important to him.

Don't be daft, George though to himself, he's our brother, of course he'll come.

"We'll write to them in the morning," said Mrs Weasley. "We'll be able to tell them more then."

By 12 am, Mr and Mrs Weasley were sleeping peacefully by Fred's side, but George was beginning a night of tormenting dreams.

Not sure if I want to see Nikki again, I'm bored of her. Tell me what you think!