George
"Percy?" I looked up. It was George, my seven year old brother.
"What?" I asked brusquely. George was supposed to be in his room, grounded for the cruel prank he'd played on Ginny.
"Percy, I didn't do it."
"What? You didn't put worms in Ginny's bed? She says you did."
"Yeah, only I didn't."
"Why didn't you tell Mum?"
"I don't want Fred in trouble, like me." He climbed onto my bed and started picking at the holes on the cover. "But I didn't do it."
I shrugged and turned back to my book until I heard a sniffling noise. George was crying.
"George?"
"Mummy spanked me. And it hurt. Then she said I couldn't come with you and Fred and Charlie to meet Dad for lunch tomorrow."
"Do you want me to talk to Mum?"
"No. I don't want Fred in trouble."
I went to the bed and sat next to him. He leaned into me and his tears soaked my shirt.
"Don't tell her, promise?"
"I promise."
We sat a little longer, until he fell asleep on my bed. Even in sleep, he looked so troubled, his little seven year old features screwed up into a strange but funny face. I hated the thought of him being punished for something he didn't do. But I'd promised him.
Still, I should have told Mum.
A/N: Okay, so that was a little interesting... I originally wanted to do something about his ear, but it just didn't feel right. So I invented an incident for this one. I always thought the George chapter would be difficult to write anyways. There's not to much material for me to use. Hope you enjoyed it anyways!