Yeah, I still don't own HP
"I can't really explain why it happened." George said. "But I got separated from you two and I wanted to get back. Then I found myself in the middle of a duel with two big wizards on either side of me. I tried to run but one of them must have hit me. OUCH!" he yelled this last part when Charlie poked his wand into George's arm.
"I don't get it; none of the normal spells are working." Charlie said, perplexed. He turned away from his brothers and Ginny and walked into the kitchen. "Aha I thought dad would have one of these!" Charlie drew from the cabinet a very old box labeled FIRST AID KIT. He drew out some bandages and magically reinforced them so that no blood would leak out. Then he put them on his younger brother.
Ginny tugged on my sleeve. I swear, sometimes she acts younger than thirteen. "Fred, what was that thing in the sky?" okay, this is a time where I really need dad.
"Any help, guys?" I asked my brothers. Bill took up the slack for me.
"That's…err…that's You-Know-Who's sign, Gin. He sends it up after…after…" I saw Bill try to search for the right word.
"After he kills." Percy said quietly. I turned, I'd almost forgotten he'd been sitting there.
"Fred!" Charlie called me over to the other side of the tent. I hurried over as fast as I could.
"Fred, he's losing a lot of blood!" Charlie said, a little too loudly.
"So what are we going to do?" I asked, looking at George. He was so pale, it was almost as if he had no more blood left in him. I felt this huge lump in my throat- this was the first time I really realized it; George could die.
Charlie sat down in a chair. "I don't know what to do." He said, looking up at me, tears in his eyes. "I really don't know."
Wow, there is npthing sarcastic i can say about that.
That's a first.
No, really.
Cool. Hey guys, review or i'll make you review. (i can't really do anything-my psychiatrist would kill me.)
