(Fred's P.O.V)

"What are you doing here already?" Harry asked after we stared at eachother for a few seconds.

"We were summoned," I responded, "By his phoenix." I nodded towards Dumbledore, "He said something was wrong with Ron."

"Isn't there always," Harry muttered, sitting in a chair next to me.

"So what's wrong?" George asked finally.

"A few things," Harry said, he took a deep breath and then started, "Well, he's cutting. He's making himself throw-up. And now he's gone. Well I don't know if he's gone or just hiding in the bathrooms because I didn't go looking for him, but I doubt he's continuing with his classes considering Malfoy is in a few of them."

"What does Malfoy have to do with this?" I demanded after letting this information sink in.

"He's the one that told me," Harry replied, "And Ron told him."

"Ron told Malfoy?" I exclaimed, standing up, "He told Malfoy...why did he tell Malfoy?"

"He dated him for a few hours," Harry explained, "I guess he told him a lot. Malfoy talked to me afterwards, he said he was worried, and he told me what Ron told him." he took a deep breath and I could tell that he was holding back tears, "Because he cheated on me last night with Draco."

I groaned. My baby brother was really hurting. Hurting in general. Other people, himself. I wasn't able to handle it. George looked angry. Dumbledore was silently looking on. Harry still looked upset. I was a cross between angry and upset. I couldn't really find an even center. I was lost. I felt bad for Ron. I had been through what he had been through. At the same age he was I had cut and I had forced myself to throw up. George found out and was angry with me. I stopped. George was my support and now I was Ron's. I would never tell him what I did, though. Ever.

I started walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked.

"To go find him," I replied.

"Fred," George said harshly and I turned around.

Don't tell him, George told me without speaking aloud.

I won't.

I walked out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I didn't know how to feel about this. I looked down at my arms. George had magically removed the scars (by force, I might add). After that he had refused to talk to me. He told me I was weak if I wasn't able to handle things in other ways. But twins can only not talk for so long. And only in moments of emotional highs are we able to talk without actually speaking aloud, and he wouldn't even do that. I could sometimes read pictures in his head, like if he was having a flashback I could see it but would be able to block it out. And he could do the same with me.

When I made my way down the staircase I turned to start walking towards the boys bathroom. If I was still cutting and throwing up I knew that if I was depressed I would just go do it some more. And I knew Ron was in the bathroom when I saw Draco Malfoy standing outside it. He stared at me for a moment and then said,

"He locked it. I didn't know you could do that to the bathroom doors but you can. Apparently." he lowered his voice, "I don't want to unlock it. This really isn't my business but...I want to make sure he's okay."

I knocked on the door.

"Ron?" I called, trying not to sound angry.

He was just on the other side of the door, I could hear him breathing and it would occasionally hitch. He was crying.

"Unlock the door," I ordered, "Harry's not out here."

"No."

"Damnit Ron, unlock the door!" I tried a different tone of voice.

"Fred?"

I turned around. Ginny stood there.

"Go away," I mouthed.

"I'll tell her," Draco offered quietly, "So she's in on it. Family, you know."

"Fine," I replied, "Whatever."

"What?" Ginny asked.

Draco told her to follow him. And I guess she figured he was okay if I was okay with him telling her what she didn't know. The bathroom door opened, snapping me out of my thoughts. Ron didn't appear so I walked in. My baby brother dissapeared into a stall. I stood outside it.

"So what's this about?" I asked, trying to stay calm.

He took a deep, shaky breath but didn't say anything.

"Ron?" I said softly, "Talk to me, bro. Or I'll play bad Auror on you."

He huffed and then opened the door, peering at me. His eyes were still red but he wasn't crying.

"Where's Harry?" he asked quietly.

"Dumbledores office," I replied, and his eyes widened, "The only people that know are Draco, Harry, Ginny, George, and I. I promise."

"You told Ginny?" Ron snapped bitterly. I glared at him and he glared back, then turned away from me in disgust, "She doesn't need to know. No one needed to."

"Then why'd you tell Malfoy?"

"We have a lot in common."

"Besides the fact that you're both gay?"

"He's not gay."

"Great Ron, so you're just a fag that sleeps around when you have a boyfriend? Thats just great."

"It's not like I had a reputation to ruin!"

"Well now you have one that you wish you could!"

"You should have thought of that before you walked out of my life!"

"I didn't walk out of your life!"

"Shut the hell up. You know you did. You told me you were and then I had nobody." His tone was bitter and it made me angry. He was glaring at me like he wanted to curse me into next week, and if he knew that spell I bet he would.

"You had your friends," I snapped, almost matching his tone but mine was louder and more sharp than his, "And if you hadn't blown them off for all the guys you were sleeping with you could have talked to them instead of continuously bleeding yourself to death."

"If I'd done that then I'd be dead now," Ron hissed, "I don't do it to kill myself. You would know."

A bitter cold surrounded us. We glared at eachother for several harsh moments and then he explained,

"I saw you. Three years ago when you were fifteen and I was thirteen. I saw you in the bathroom bleeding and George punching you because he was so angry. He was looking at you the way you're looking at me now. You're who I learned it from. I didn't know what the hell was happening and I didn't know why George was mad but I get it now. You're weak. You're weak! And thats why you walked out on me! You left me because you were too weak to handle my problems ontop of your own when I needed you to!"

I hit him. I wasn't thinking at that moment. All thoughts had completely left me and only came back after I saw Ron back away from me. A cut had formed under his eye on his left cheekbone and was bleeding. It was a complete re-make of the time George had caught me cutting and had punched me because he was angry with me. But this time was different. I had taken the hit like he wanted me to. But when I blinked a few times and tried to regain sane thoughts I realized Ron was crying. Not noisily, but there were tears falling.

"Did it make you stop?" he asked harshly, and it made me wonder if he was crying from pain or anger. "Cutting and throwing up? After he hit you did you stop?"

The door opened before I could think of an answer. George walked in. I knew he was coming. I had the bathroom flashback and he must have seen it and figured out what I had done. He did. George looked at me. I was crying but I didn't know it until now.

"Get out," he said.

I swallowed.

"Get out." Firm.

If he was going to do anything to Ron he was going to beat it out of him. The habit. The need. He had done it to me. And I was his twin. I had no doubt he'd do it to his youngest brother. I wasn't going to protect Ron, no one had protected me. I left the bathroom and ehard George say a spell to lock it, then another spell and I heard nothing. Silencing spell.

"What happened?" asked two voices at the same time.

Draco and Ginny. I turned around.

"I hit him," I said simply.

"What for?" Draco snapped.

I explained what had happened to me with George.

"And knowing George he's going to do the same thing to Ron."

"I didn't know he had such a bad temper," Ginny said with a sigh, "You never did, but you are different people sometimes."

Draco looked pissed.

"He's just going to beat it out of him?" he asked sharply, "Going to hit him until he promises to stop cutting?"

"Probably."

Don't hate on George or Fred.