A/N: So, I was super close to posting a chapter and having everyone die and come back as zombies. It would've been an awesome April Fool's joke but I figured that y'all might not like it… That and I didn't have time to right before April Fool's day ended.

Oh my gawd… Yeah, I said "gawd". Writing this chapter was a pain. I got serious writer's block and then my internet wasn't working so I had to wait even longer to put this chapter up.

Disclaimer: The first scene in this chapter is a re-write of a scene from the last book. I don't own that scene or any or any other scene in the books. The only real reason why I included the first part was because I realized that Freddie hadn't noticed George's lack of an ear.

:Nothing Left of You:

:4:

Freddie stood in the doorway that separated the kitchen and the living room of the Burrow. Strange, she couldn't remember waking up and going downstairs. Actually, now that she thought about it she couldn't remember going to sleep either. A glance out the window told Freddie that it was some time in the middle of the night. Just across the room people were crowded around the couch. Mrs. Weasley looked so upset, but why? Freddie pushed past everyone that stood around the couch. Curiosity had always been able to get the better of Freddie. Now she just had to know why everyone was freaking out.

"Oh my god," the girl gasped when she saw just what had Mrs. Weasley so distraught. George lay unconscious on the couch with blood trickling down from his ear. No, that wasn't right. There was blood trickling down from where his ear belonged, but there was no ear. "Oh George…" Freddie whispered. She fell to her knees next to the couch and took George's hands in hers. For a moment Freddie wondered if he might be dead. He was so terribly pale and she couldn't feel his heart beat.

Someone, she couldn't tell who, tried to pull Freddie away from her hurt friend.

"No!" she cried shaking them off as best she could. A lump in her throat was forming, but Freddie wasn't about to cry. Freddie turned her attention back to George just in time to see his eyes flutter open. "Hey," she said. Her voice cracked the way it did when she stopped herself from crying. "How are you feeling?"

"Saint-like," George murmured.

"What?" Freddie asked. Had George had some sort of spiritual experience or something?

"Saint-like," George said again. With the hand Freddie wasn't holding he pointed to where his ear should've been. "I'm hole-y. Get it?"

Freddie laughed. "Dork," she said, "You had me worried."

:x:

The sound of thunder and the feeling of the Burrow shaking around her tore Freddie away from her dreams. She lay still for a moment trying desperately to hold on to every last detail of the dream. George was in it again. This time he lost an ear… How strange. He had been haunting her dreams since the day the two first met. At first it was only once in a while that he appeared in her dreams, but the more time they spent together the more often he showed up. Freddie had always believed that dreams meant something, but she couldn't figure out for the life of her what these dreams meant.

While shaking her head as if to force the thoughts away, Freddie got out of the bed that once belonged to one of George's brothers. Ron, was it? After taking a few steps dark spots passed over Freddie's eyes making it impossible to see. The room was also spinning and that didn't make things any easier. Freddie took a step forward. The room shifted, the floor wasn't where it should have been and Freddie found herself falling both to the floor and back into the unconscious world.

:x:

George Weasley woke with a start when he heard a crash coming from one of the rooms above his. There were only two rooms above his so it wasn't hard to tell where the noise had come from. Common sense and reasoning could do that for him. It had to be Freddie. It couldn't be anything else. She had probably fallen out of bed. George wasn't sure why, but Freddie struck him as the kind of girl that would do that. He'd go up to Ron's old room and find her sitting next to the bed looking embarrassed about having been caught in the act. Then she'd laugh and insist that they get breakfast because she was starving.

None of that happened. George did go up to Ron's old room and he did find Freddie lying next to the bed, but she wasn't getting up or laughing.

A feeling of dread settled over him, and suddenly George was miles away. He was back at Hogwarts. The final battle was still raging all around him but none of it mattered. His world had already ended. He held his brother, his life, in his arms as if doing so might bring the young man back to life. Someone tried to pull him away and George cried out at them. A cold, numb feeling over took George's body until he felt warm, salty tears pour from his eyes.

The feeling of the tears on his cheeks was just enough to pull George back into reality. Freddie was still lying passed out on the floor. "Fred?" he said softly. He knelt down to pick her up and put her back on the bed. "Fred?" he said again a little more frantically than the first time. Panic was beginning to set in. George tried shaking the girl awake, but it was to no avail.

"Mum!" George yelled in the direction of the stairs, "Mum! I need-" Before George could finish his sentence Mrs. Weasley had apparated into the room. Apparently, the sound of one of her children in distress merited apparating instead of using the stairs as she normally would.

"Mum, its Fred… I can't wake her up," George said quickly, he was having trouble catching his breath now, "I don't know what's wrong with her."

Mrs. Weasley took one look at Freddie. It was all she needed to see what was wrong with the girl. She had seen enough sick children in her life to know what one looked like. Mrs. Weasley held the back of her hand to Freddie's forehead for a moment just to be sure and sure enough the girl was burning up.

"Calm down," Mrs. Weasley told her son, "Freddie is going to fine. She's just sick from flying through the rain last night. I'll have her take something for it when she wakes up, but for now we should let her rest."

Mrs. Weasley left George and went back down stairs. He felt terribly foolish now that he knew Freddie would be alright. How childish it was of him to call for his mother at the first sign of trouble, and to get so worked up over a girl with a fever. Freddie would probably laugh at the situation, George thought, and Fred, his Fred, would probably laugh at him. George let out a long sigh before following his mother down the stairs.

:x:

The sun was setting on another day at the Burrow. Aside from what had happened that morning, George's day had been uneventful. Of course, there was nothing surprising about that considering that all George had been doing all day was lying on his bed. He felt the way he did back before he met Freddie. It was as if they hadn't spent any time together. The feeling that settled over his heart wasn't a good one.

"Knock, knock," a voice came from the door way. Had he left the door open? He couldn't remember. George turned to see Freddie leaning in the door way. She didn't look too well but at least she was up. "Mind if I come in?"

"You don't have to ask," George answered. Freddie nodded and entered the room. She walked across the room and sat down on the edge of George's bed. The way she swayed a bit when she walked was enough to tell George that she shouldn't have been out of bed. Mrs. Weasley would probably send her right back up to Ron's room if she knew what Freddie was doing.

"I heard about this morning…" Freddie said. She was tracing circles on George's blanket. Was she nervous? "I worried you?" she added a moment later.

"You passed out and I didn't know what was wrong or what to do," George explained. He sat up so that he could see Freddie better.

"I'm sorry," she said. Then she turned to look at him. There was a look in Freddie's eyes that George couldn't remember seeing before. For what seemed like a lifetime she studied his face as if looking for something, and while she did George found that he couldn't bring himself to move or speak. It seemed strange but he felt like moving would ruin the moment. Not that this was exactly what he would call a "moment", he just couldn't think of how to describe what was happening.

Finally, something happened. Freddie turned so that her body was facing George. After she was settled she raised one arm and reached towards George. She then pulled her hand back a fraction of an inch as if she was unsure of what she was doing. Eventually, she decided that the original plan was the best one to go with. Freddie reached forward closing the space between her and George. Then, with long slender fingers she moved to brush his hair behind his ear only to find that it was missing.

Her brow furrowed with confusion. "You're missing an ear," she said.

George let out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding. "You just noticed that?" For the first time in a long time George found himself laughing. He really couldn't believe that Freddie just now noticed that he was missing an ear. It wasn't as if he made any real attempt to hide it.

"I never looked before," Freddie said defensively. She smiled at the sound of George's laughter. "You should do that more often," she added.

"Do what?"

"Laugh," Freddie said.

Before George had a chance to respond his mother passed his room on her way upstairs. She was carrying a cup of steaming something that she probably planned on giving to Freddie. She had almost gone past the room without a second glance until she realized there was someone with George in his room. It didn't take a genius to figure out who it was.

"Freddie!" she scolded, "What are you doing out of bed? You aren't well enough to be up and about."

Freddie smiled at George before turning to face Mrs. Weasley. "I'm sorry," she said, "I just wanted to talk to George for a bit. I feel better, really, I do."

"Feeling better doesn't mean you're well," Mrs. Weasley said, "Now come on back to bed with you." Freddie didn't try to argue. Mrs. Weasley wouldn't have let her. Without a word Freddie got up and followed Mrs. Weasley back to Ron's room.

:x:

I want to take a moment to apologize for the sucktastic-ness that is this chapter. I already mentioned that I had writer's block and my internet was down. Now, here's more whining. I felt really sick the entire time I was writing the second half of the chapter, and to make things worse I'm tired too but I can't sleep in my bed… Bug/Spider phobia… It's not awesome.

Oh, and I really can't remember anything about where what is in the Weasley's house. The only thing I'm certain about is Ron's room is right under the attic, right? I don't know. I'm too tired for this.

Anyway, the next chapter will be better, I promise.