I won't even write it. It's to depressing.

Bill came over and put a reassuring hand on Charlie's shoulder. Charlie looked up at him and smiled tiredly, glad to have someone else take over. "There is one way." Bill said quietly, almost to himself.

"Bill, you know we can't do that!" Charlie was shocked. "We would probably kill him!"

I looked back and forth between the two of them. "What?" I asked. "What can we do!" I saw Charlie flinch and Bill frown. I knew I was getting way too angry at them, but I wanted-I needed to know if we could save George. 'Not if' I reminded myself furiously. 'Of course he's going to be all right-he has to be. The question is how.'

"We can do a transfusion." Bill stated almost calmly. He must have seen the blank look on my face because he went on to explain. "Sometimes when Muggles lose a lot of blood, they'd take some blood from somebody else and give it to the person who needs it."

I was elated. There was a way to save George. "So you know how to do it?"

Bill shifted in his seat. "Well, kind of. I've read about it. But I've never actually done it before."

I cursed. "We need Hermione." I said quietly.

Charlie nodded. "Yeah, and there's another problem. You have to be the one to give the blood."

I couldn't believe it. "Why me?" I asked. "Why not one of you?"

I could see that Bill was trying to stay calm. "Because there are different types of blood, you know."

I shook my head. "No, I don't. What do you mean." I was getting pretty frustrated now. "That people have purple blood?"

"No." Bill was about to explain-I could see it. "This is a waste of time. We have to do this now!" he stood up and suddenly, I knew why Bill was always in charge. He had this kind of authority that you just can't ignore. "Charlie, bring that Muggle box over here. Fred," his voice became quieter when he talked to me.

"Fred," he said again, even quieter. "I need you to sit by George." I nodded. Bill was right this had to be done now. This minute. For George's sake.


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