Everything was a blur after that. Adrian had to run for a professor, leaving the twins alone. George was unresponsive, looking at his brother with dead eyes. It was Snape that Adrian managed to find. Snape had checked for Fred's pulse, then sighed in relief. He immobilized Fred's body, then levitated it away, presumably to the Hospital Wing. George hadn't moved after Fred was taken away, his eyes still staring at the same spot. Adrian had to levitate george to the Hospital Wing as well. Thank Merlin they had been taught levitation spells in first year. Pomfrey had briefly diagnosed George before concentrating on Fred. George had severe shock. He was lain on a bed next to Fred's until someone could take care of him. It ended up to McGonagall who took care of George. All this happened around the older twin without him being aware. He didn't even snap out of it when family arrived in the Hospital Wing. Fred lapsed into a coma as he was being taken care of, which was good, according to Pomfrey. This meant that he was healing himself.

Bill was the only one awake and aware in the Hospital Wing come midnight. He sat between the twins, his head in his hands. He wasn't able to protect his brothers. This was one of the biggest failures an older brother could commit. Bill sighed, sitting back in his chair and rubbing his face with hands. He turned his head to look over at George then at Fred. This experience was going to scar the two for the rest of their lives. Bill fought the urge to scream at the unfairness of the situation. They were only eleven, for Merlin's sake! He felt tears of frustration well up in his eyes.

"Gee..." The near silent voice made Bill jump. His concerned eyes looked over to where the murmur came from. Fred shifted in his bed, his eyes slowly blinking open. "Gee?"

Bill grinned, a short laugh coming out. A true testament to the closeness of the twins. Fred will always count on George and George will always protect Fred. That's why George's shock was so severe. Failing to protect his brother was killing him.

"Fred, it's me, Bill." Bill whispered, sitting up straighter in his chair.

"Wh're's Gee?" Fred said, his voice slurred with sleep. Brilliant blue eyes looked up at Bill curiously.

"He's right here, Fred." Bill got up from his chair so Fred could see George. Someone had closed George's eyes and straightened him out on the bed. Fred's face filled with panic.

"What's wrong with him?" Fred demanded, bolting into a sitting position. He winced slightly at his sore muscles.

"He's in shock." Bill said truthfully. Fred pulled off his blankets and began to climb out of bed. "Woah, woah, woah, what are you doing?"

"I want to sleep with George." Fred deadpanned, glaring at Bill. Bill backed up, letting Fred. He knew that the twin would do it anyway. This way he knew he could make sure Fred didn't fall. Fred continued getting out and then clambered gently in Georges bed, worming his way under the covers. He snuggled up to George's still form. Bill could see Fred's lips moving, but he couldn't catch what the younger twin was saying. Bill stared in surprise as George's eyes fluttered open. He watched while George turned slightly to see Fred. The elder twin's eyes filled with tears and he was quick to latch on Fred. With his head buried into Fred's shoulder, George's shoulder shook. Bill silently left and went to find Pomfrey.

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Fred silently placed three pieces of parchment on to the Headmasters desk. It had been two days since the latest incident, and Fred was only allowed to leave for this meeting. George held Fred's hand tightly as Fred walked back to their seat. The armchair that Dumbledore summoned was big enough for the twins to sit in it together. Their parents, Molly and Arthur sat in two armchairs next to the twins. Dumbledore picked up the parchments, reading silently. His expression became more grim with every sentence. He handed the papers to Molly and Arthur once he was done. Molly let out a choked sob as she read them.

"Mr. Weasley, can you tell me who attacked you?" Dumbledore asked, his hands folded on his desk. Fred nodded.

"It was a fourth year Slytherin, Haden Locks." Fred said, quietly. "George and I met him in the first few weeks of school. Professor Snape had asked us to retrieve him."

"I think the reason Professor Snape wanted him at the time was because he was being a bully." George added. Dumbledore nodded.

"Don't worry, Misters Weasleys, neither of you have to see him again." Dumbledore said. "Now, if you two would retire to the Hospital Wing, I need to have a private chat with your parents."

The twins nodded before leaving. The two exchanged a look once they were out. George gave Fred a small smile. It was over.

Meanwhile in the library, an unknown student leafed through a book with a scowl. He was muttering under his breath, not loud enough for people to hear him.

"All of them. They're a poison. They are killing us all. It's their fault. I have to eradicate the threat." He paused, glaring at a passing student.

Until Next Time...