George sat up. He decided that he would have to go downstairs now. He looked at the clock. One a.m. Okay, maybe he should go back to sleep first. He remembered Fred telling him to clear his throat, so he did just that. He never dreamed he would one day find himself clearing his throat for 24 minutes. Maybe it was a world record.

"Wow," he whispered. "Fred, thank you. I didn't think of doing this."

He went back to sleep, and dreamed of nothing he would remember. Just Voldemort eating a pickle and choking on it. Then the pickle started chasing him, and he woke up.

George yawned. That dream only seemed like it lasted 3 minutes, but his clock said it was 9:51. He got dressed, and was about to unlock his door, but then he saw something in the window. He went to investigate. There was nothing there, but he could hear soft breathing. He knew it wasn't his own.

"Who's there?" he said, feeling weird hearing his voice.

"You rotten blood-traitor, you'd better run. I am going to kill you!" came a muffled voice. George knew he recognized it, but he couldn't think from fear.

"Are you-?"

"I am none other than the beginning and end of your tragic little world."

"What the heck does that mean?" George was getting exasperated. Why couldn't this person just come out and duel him already?

"I almost killed you. I killed your brother, thinking it was you. Now I will kill you finally!"

"I thought Bellatrix-"

"I am not Bellatrix!"

"Then who are you!" At that moment, the person came out.

"I have wanted you dead since your 2nd year." hissed the woman, who was none other than Elliott.

"You broke out of Azkaban just to kill me?" he was stalling.

"Yes, yes I did."

"Why?"

"There is a prophecy saying 'He who is born on April the First, with a twin, and a name starting with a G, shall be the one to kill the rising Dark Queen'. I am the rising Dark Queen, I've killed 23 people already, and I have a small army of followers called 'Deluminators', a bit like Death Eaters. I used to be one of those, but that's not the point."

"So, you just gave me information about you."

"Yes, but it doesn't matter. I have come to kill you!" she hissed.

"Expelliarmus!" George shouted.

"Protego!" Elliott fought back. The spell bounced off, and she caught George's wand.

"Now, you know the drill. But before I transform, I must ask you something. How did you fight through my memory charm in your second year?"

"I don't know!"

"Well, I'll just kill you then. It's about time!" she yelled, as she changed into an Abercormby dragon, her Animagius form.

"Help! It's the Dark Queen, and I'm trapped! I never died!" George yelled as loud as he could. The dragon, knowing he wouldn't get help, just lashed at his vein. George blacked out.

"George?" Molly asked, dumbfounded. She heard him yelling.

"Molly, he's dead though!" Arthur said, even though he heard it too, he just couldn't believe it.

"Well… I must check!" Arthur was still too stunned to move, so he just watched his wife run up the stairs. After about ten seconds, he heard a scream of, "NOT MY SON, YOU BLOODY B******!" He rushed upstairs to see what was going on.

When Arthur arrived at George's room, he saw a figure Apparating, Molly, looking more furious than ever, even when she killed Bellatrix, possibly, and George, lying on the floor, a puddle of blood at his arm. He gasped. George was alive, all this time. Now he might die for real.

A/N: Reviews mean faster updates! And I have another multi-chapter story up, I couldn't resist it, even though I'm not done with this one, so… that's it.