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It was the summer of Ron's first year, and George felt like his heart would explode every time he saw Ron. When they all arrived home, Harry and Ron had exchanged strong hugs, and parted sadly away. Ron did cheer up when their Mum scooped them up, and gave him a small bag of chocolate frogs for being so brave on the chess board. His dad gave Ron a book for Ron to write in.

Ron wouldn't let anyone but his family know this, but he was a splendid writer. He had many journals hidden under his bed at home with countless stories. They were separated in several categories.

The journals which he taped Chudley Cannon pictures too were all about make believe adventures with make believe characters.

The journals that he had drawn a fat owls on were stories where had written adventures of him and his brothers going off on long adventures.

Then there were two journals that he didn't read to anyone. They were where he kept his personal thoughts, and what he did during the day.

George smiled slightly thinking on how red his baby brother would get when they called them Ron's diaries.

But George's heart wasn't exploding from jealousy at all the attention Ron was getting; no it was thumping loudly in his chest because his brother had almost died.

Well he could have died.

His baby brother had almost been killed helping his new best friend. This struck George dumb. Fred was stunned too, but he got over it quicker then George did. Percy just lectured Ron about his foolishness, saying Ron could have found another way to win at chess. Fred and George nailed him with a dung bomb after that.

But George, he felt terror that he didn't even know existed. Never in his life had he thought Ron could die. This was just terrible, how could Ron get hurt? He remembered when he and Fred had been called down to the infirmary, as far as he knew he and Fred hadn't done anything bad there.

When they got down there he was startled to see Percy standing in front of one of the many hospital beds, his mouth covered. Percy's eyes were wide and he was trembling. Despite his shaking form it looked more like he was trying to figure out some equation. Finally George and his twin had approached the bed, and gasped at the sight of their little brother nestled in pillows, and sheets.

His head had been carefully bandaged, and half of his face was black. Other then that he looked so serene sleeping there. George remembered reaching out running his hand through his brother's orange locks briefly. "He's fine," a voice broke through the silence.

Madame Pomfrey was looking at them, though she looked bothered that they were there. "You see he was hurt…come over here. I need you to write a letter to your Mum." It was there they were told of what happened to there brother as Percy wrote hastily on blank parchment to send to his family. George had been shaken up, and scrounged around his room to find something to leave Ron for when he woke up. He left his brother some Berttie Bott's Jelly beans.

He left them there for Ron because he felt…angry that the-boy-who-lived had so many things waiting for him. Of course he would leave something for Harry too, but Ron had nothing. His sweet little brother who slept soundly, who was sure to wake up with a throbbing head, had not one single thing by his bed.

George had hoped that when he got home the fear that filled him to the brim would leave, but no. here he was sitting in his room he shared with Fred, and the fear was still there. He swallowed hard sneaking out of his room, and in to Ron's.

There his little brother sat writing away, and Ron had doodled three figures. One with freckles, one with glasses, and one with bushy hair. George smiled, "So are you starting a journal about you and your friends Ronnie?" Ron jumped turning to look at his brother, he seemed to pout at having been interrupted.

"Yeah…" He finally admitted, startled when George came to sit on the edge of his bed.

Ron looked up at his teenaged brother with curious eyes. "You alright?" Ron finally asked a red brow raise. George sat still staring across the room, "Ronnie…" Ron scrunched up his face, "You haven't called me that in years, why are you calling me that now?" Ron asked sounding annoyed setting his quill and book aside.

George turned and grabbed Ron a little too roughly, and pulled him in a fierce hug. Ron was startled and with a shaky voice asked, "G-George are you sick? George? Brother?" George took in a sharp breath, "I was worried Ron, that you were gone."

Ron's whose head was propped up on George's shoulder, turned so that he was resting in the crook of George's neck. He then wrapped his small arms around his brother. "I don't understand."

George sighed, "Ron when I saw you in the infirmary I thought…for the first time I thought I could lose you one day. That you might die, and it's made me feel ruddy since we left school. I thought it would go away when we got home, but I'm still scared Ronnie."

Ron was silent and whispered, "You were really worried about me?"

"Blimey like you wouldn't believe!" George gasped hugging Ron tighter. "I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to tarnish your image of your perfect brother," Ron snorted at George's comment, "But…I guess I have to say it. I was scared Ron…you looked so small. Lying in that bed, you made me remember when you were only eight years old, and…" George sighed scooting on the bed so he could pull Ron in his lap, "And you got real sick form Pneumonia. You played in the snow too long, Mum had told you to come in, but you loved it so much it was hard to get you inside," George laughed fondly at the memory.

"And then I had to go to the hospital," Ron said softly.

"Yeah," George whispered, "For a whole week. When we were allowed to visit, you were so small in those covers. The pillows and blankets swallowed you up. You were so tiny…and Mum had cried. Bill and Charlie looked terrified, but I didn't understand. Ginny cried because Mum was crying, but I still didn't understand. And then this year I saw you in bed that was too large once more, and I realized what I didn't understand last time. You could die…you could die and go away, leaving us all behind."

"George…"

"Ron Don't die," George all but ordered, "Don't you die. Ever." Ron clung to his brother, "George I won't! I promise! Don't be upset! Please don't be upset!" George could tell Ron had tears in his eyes, he felt it on his neck. George held him tightly, "I'm sorry…I didn't mean to scare you…but you know…You're my brother. I have a right to worry. I have to look out for you."

Ron nodded understanding, he always felt he had to protect Ginny. George knowing that Ron was upset by the fears George had expressed. "Ron…you're very brave…you know that? You're brave for facing that dog, and for letting that chess piece knock the hell out of you," Ron Giggled when George let his voice get louder at the last part, "And you're brave for being Harry's true friend."

George could feel Ron jump in his arms.

"Other people only want to be his friend because he survived when You-know-Who attacked him," George went on stroking Ron's back. Ron slumped further into George's arms, "Thanks George…don't worry about me though! I promise I'll be alright, okay?"

George nodded holding Ron a bit longer, "You keep that promise alright?"

Ron nodded again. George released Ron after another few minutes, both brothers regarding each other, "Don't you tell anyone about this!" Ron smiled, "I won't." And with that he opened his journal and continued to write. George watched for a moment, and then turned away, leaving his brother alone shutting the door quietly behind him.

7 YEARS LATER

George rubbed his eyes tiredly looking down in the bed where Ron slept. Ron had many bandages over his face; you could only see his left eye, and his red hair because of the bandages. Ron was horridly injured, but after two weeks of captivity with Voldermort who wouldn't be.

When Ron was brought back, he was almost completely gone. George let tears drip down his face when Ron kept saying, "I'm not dyin' George…'ah promised! 'Ah promised!" Lupin took care of him until they could get him to the hospital. George was already at the hospital waiting for Fred to get out of surgery after a bout with a death eater. When he saw Ron, who he knew had been gone for weeks, he leapt up and waited for him. When Fred came out, he was put in the room next to Ron, and was constantly sending a nurse over to ask George if there had been any change in Ron.

But…there was no change.

Another week has passed since Ron had been rescued, and Voldermort had been defeated. When Harry visited, he had gone terribly white, and something seemed to have snapped. The next thing he knew he was gone, and three days later Voldermort was dead. Harry was near death when he was brought back, but his wounds had been far better to fix, and he was awake too, though not ready for company according to the witches here.

George was a little bitter as he thought, 'At least Harry won't go insane…Ron might not be…Ron when he wakes up.'

George shook it from his head and looked down at his sleeping brother. He was startled to see a blue eye staring at him. "Ron!" The figure nodded, pulling at the bandages around his mouth with his left hand, which was the only thing not hurt. When the bandages were off a voice croaked, "Hiya George…'ah tol' you wouldn't die…" George took his brother's hand knowing he should be getting the nurses and owling his mother, but all he could think was Ron was alive.

George was at a loss for words when he finally whispered, "You sound like a nerd with your missing teeth…but don't worry they're growing them back."

Ron stiffly nodded, "Harry?"

"He's fine. He's in another room. You-Know-Who is dead."

"Good…'Mione?"

"She's fine…not a scratch on her. She's been visiting every day."

"…You?"

George smiled wide, "I'm fine Ron. Perfectly fine."

Ron nodded wearily, and looked around the room, his eyes widening at everything in the room. There were so many things in the room he was surprised George was able to be in here with him. George laughed and asked, "You want to open your presents?"

"Yours," Ron croaked.

George felt a smile spread across his face and handed Ron a box of Jelly Beans. Ron nodded looking pleased, just holding it. George smiled placing a hand on Ron's hand, "I'll owl everyone later…I'm glad you're okay Ron."

"I kept 'mah promise."

"I know Ronnie…I know."