**Disclaimer** I do not claim to own anything that's not mine (J.K. Rowling wrote these amazing things before I could even dream of them). I do claim my main character, Dee.

I tossed the bag on my bed. Fred was going to try to stop me but I wouldn't let him. I had to go see Dumbledore. He hasn't replied to a single letter and neither had Deirdra. Something had to be wrong. I knew I hadn't done anything so bad that she'd be this mad. I packed quickly, not paying much attention to what I threw into the bag.

A loud knock sounded on my door and Fred burst in without waiting for a reply. He only took a second to take in my cloak and bag before yelling.

"No George! You can't run off and leave me to run the shop alone."

"It's not going to be for long Fred. Plus, you have the new girl to help." He frowned at me. "I have to do this Fred." He sighed, glaring at me.

"Just up and run off on me, for some girl…" He grumpily mumbled. I felt bad. I knew he was feeling some jealousy. We'd never let anything split us up before and now all I can think of is Deirdra. Before, when there were girls involved, we both tended to find one at the same time but not this time. I kept trying to set him up with girls but he always drove them off somehow. I was hoping he'd maybe take a liking to our new shop girl, Verity. I looked at him seriously, I could see he was in stubborn mode but I had the same mode on too. I knew what I had to do.

"I love her. I have to try. I'm sorry Fred." I said and shoved past him. I didn't encounter any jinxes or curses, so I knew he understood. I grabbed my broom and headed off.

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The place was eerie. The darkness seemed to always be upon it, even in broad daylight. I propped my broom up against the side of the house. I felt strangely alone without Fred here with me. Yes. I am alone, but the feeling wasn't one I was used to. Fred and I always had our adventures together… I was a bit nervous. What if Deirdra really was just super mad at me? All well, at least I'll maybe be able to fix it then. Knowing something is better than not knowing anything at all.

I pulled all the courage I could and knocked loudly on the door. I waited patiently for someone to answer, but no one did. I was positive this was Professor Dumbledore's house. Maybe no one was home. Maybe they didn't hear me knock. It was abig house… I decided to try the door. Maybe it was unlocked. With caution, I slowly tried turning the knob. It opened!

I entered into the foyer but it was dark. Luckily there wasn't a bunch of furniture cluttering the entrance for me to trip over.

"Lumos." To my right was a dining area that was shabby and out dated, much like home… To my left was a lush family room. Thick carpet, under foot, continued throughout the space. Large cushy furniture filled the room, though each piece was covered with protective plastic to save it from the dust of time. The rest of the 1st floor was just as boring and abandoned. I considered leaving but decided to check the 2nd floor first.

The wooden stairs creaked as I ascended. I held my wand out for light. The dust wasn't as thick up here. Mum would have had a fit if she knew how dirty Dumbledore let his house become. NO lights shown from within any of the rooms. All the doors were open except one. I walked past a library. Curiosity tried to drag me in. Surely Professor Dumbledore kept some interesting books of spells. Something unique could be in there that I could use to come up with a new product idea… Maybe I'd look in later. Right now I felt compelled to check the room that had its door closed. Making my way down the hallway, that's what I did.

Opening the door slowly, I entered the dark room.

"Stupefy!" I heard shouted. I ducked quickly, barely escaping the curse.

"Expelliarmus!" I shot back in the general direction from which I'd heard the voice.

"Identify yourself, Intruder!" Shouted a grouchy voice. I fumbled trying to move through the dark and was suddenly slammed against the wall by a spell. "George Weasley?" The voice questioned as a wand was shoved in my face.

"Yes! Please don't hurt me. I was just looking for Professor Dumbledore. This is his house." I rushed to explain. I was released from the spell and fell to the floor with a thud.

"That idiot brother of mine…" The grouchy voice grumbled as it moved away from me. The curtains to the room were pushed open suddenly and the sunlight shone in. There in front of the window stood a tall broad man whom looked very much like Professor Dumbledore. A light bulb in my head clicked on.

"Ah! You must be Dee's Unkie Aber." I exclaimed, excited. Sadness crossed his face and he nodded his head before turning to look at something. I followed his gaze.

The moment I saw her lying there, I felt as if someone had just sucker punched me in the gut. I gaped at her as my feet slowly moved me nearer. She lay pale, barely a breath raising her chest. I reached out for her hand as I got close and was shocked by the coldness of her skin.

"What happened to her?" I choked out after moments of shock. I didn't look up at him as he answered. I couldn't or wouldn't take my eyes off her beautiful, statuesque, face.

"She was at the Ministry that night when Harry went there after Sirius. She was fighting Death Eaters along with other Order members and ended up face to face with Augustus Rookwood, her mother's brother and killer. Everyone was distracted by Sirius' death to even notice her still struggling against him and he hit her with a horrible curse. She's been like this ever since. Albus tried everything he could think of…" Anger swelled in me as Aberforth explained what happened.

"Why hasn't anyone told me? Or anyone else for that matter? I've been worried! I deserved to know that something had happened to her! WHY?" I demanded. Aberforth fiddled absently with something on a shelf and looked at me casually as if I was just talking and not shouting at him. This irritated me.

"Albus thought it best not to tell you so you wouldn't have to worry over something you couldn't change or help with." He replied casually, turning back to whatever it was he was messing with on the shelf. I was so angry now; I wouldn't have been surprised if steam was coming out of my ears.

"So you guys just left me in the dark when the woman I love is injured and unconscious?" I shouted. Aberforth turned to me slowly, his face calm.

"I never said I agreed with my brother's decision. I'm just telling you how it went." He excused himself from the blame. But in my eyes, he was just as much to blame as Professor Dumbledore. I realized my shouting was helping anything and only causing me to feel out of control.

"Where is Professor Dumbledore?" I asked, trying to calm myself.

"Probably out trying to save the world, like always." He replied with a shrug. This man was irritating me. I really expected to like Dee's "Unkie Aber", but now I wasn't so sure. I decided to ignore him and focused all my attention back on Dee.

Her hair had been cut raggedly in spots, making it lay messily around her head. Her lips were cracked and scabbed. She breathed so shallowly, I feared after each breath that another wouldn't come. I sat myself down next to the bed and leaned towards her, brushing her hair a little with my fingers. I looked to the table for some water for her but it was covered in sealed letters, probably all from me.

"Can you bring me some water for her?" I requested as nicely as I could. He nodded his agreement and left. I took her hand, holding it between both of mine, hoping that she would take in some of my body heat for her own. Aberforth came back moments later with a pitcher of water, basin, and wash cloth. He left immediately, giving me privacy. I dipped the cloth in the water and bathed her face with it, making sure to wet her lips and hopefully get some water into her mouth. I found a comb and brushed her hair out for her. It had been cut by something, maybe a spell during battle… I found some scissors in a desk and started to trim her hair up to the same length. When the pieces I cut turned to grey, I was shocked but then decided to ignore it for now and worry about it later. The time ticked away slowly to the rhythm of Dee's shallow breaths that my heart clung to desperately. "Don't leave me Dee. Please. I couldn't bear it." I whispered softly to her.

~ The blackness around me seemed to expand. The dripping became quieter and warmth spread into me from my hand. The evil voice that normally taunted me shrank away from me and I could hear a shiver of fear in its voice as it shouted; "You are MINE!", over and over. I no longer felt fear when this voice spoke though and was slightly confused by its shouting. Why would I belong to it? I am my own.

*** Sorry for the slow update. I've been fighting a nasty cold and barely feel up to doing anything. Feeling a little better today though so I thought I'd update for you guys. I hope you like it. I have had such a hard time writing through this stuff because I don't really like it, but it's how the cookie is crumbling in my story and I have to stick with it. Not sure if there will be another George POV chapter after this. I really didn't like writing it because I had a hard time trying to keep the character of him in it. I don't think I really succeeded… Anyways… Thank you for Reading! Please Review! Luvs yas!