A/N: it's been a while since I've updated (a few days is a while on this site). So… here it is.
When George woke up, the first thing he saw was white. It was all around. He was trying to remember something to tell him why he'd be somewhere else. Then he remembered the fight.
"Ah, Mr. Weasley, I see you're awake. That's very good, very good indeed!" a woman was coming over, smiling brightly.
"Where-"
"You are at St. Mungo's."
"Oh. Um… I don't know what to ask first."
"Well, you got in a fight with a dragon Animagi. It seems it lashed at you particularly hard, on your arm. See there, right along your vein," she was pointing to some heavy bandages on George's right arm.
"Whoa! I don't remember that happening…"
"Well, I wouldn't imagine you would. Now, you would have died if it weren't for your mother. She appeared in your room just in time to scare that… thing… away. Then she brought you here, and we took care of you. However, we didn't know if you'd live or not until you woke up."
"How long has it been?"
"Two weeks."
"TWO-""Keep your voice down."
"Sorry."
"Well, anyway, that's pretty much all that happened. Your parents now know you're alive. Your mother thought you might've ran away, and she claims she was about to go in your room and see, but I have a hard time believing that." she laughed. "Your siblings, however, still believe you are dead. We didn't want to let them know, then have you die."
"So, is my family allowed to visit?"
"Of course. They will be in about a half hour, if you don't mind."
"Of course not."
The lady conjured a Patronus, in the shape of a platypus. She told it to deliver a message to Molly and Arthur Weasley, saying 'George is awake, come with the whole family in half an hour."
"Who, exactly, are you, anyway?" George asked as the Patronus left.
"I am Healer Bronstein. But since you'll be here a while, you can just call me Bridgette."
"Ok, Bridgette."
"Ah, glad to see you, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. I see these are your children?" Bridgette asked when she saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley come in with Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Percy, Ron, Hermione, Harry, Ginny, Lee, and Angelina.
"The redheads. Oh, George!" Molly cried, running over to hug him.
"Hello, Mum. Just so you know, I don't care to be suffocated."
"Sorry."
"Hello, everyone else. Can I just speak with one person at a time, Bridgette?"
"Sure. Alright, Molly is first! Everyone else, wait outside." Bridgette was nice, but she could be very demanding when she needed to be.
"George, why did you-"
"Mum, I was going through severe depression. I couldn't even talk. I didn't want to have to face anyone yet. But I was going to come back downstairs the morning of the attack. That dragon interfered, though.""Yes. Now, are you truly over Fred's death, or are you going to be moping around all the time? Because if you aren't over it, I think we'll need to help you," she winked.
"I'll never truly be over it. He was-is- my other half. But I can still get on with life, have fun, get married, all that. Run the shop again."
"Good, glad to hear it."
"Yeah.""So, is this Healer treating you well?"
"Yeah, Bridgette is really nice."
"That's good!""Mm."
"Do you want to talk to Dad now?"
"Sure. See ya, Mum."
"Goodbye, George."
"Bridgette, Dad can come in now." George called as Molly left.
"Okay. Mr. Weasley, your turn."
"Hello, George."
"Hi, Dad."
"What-"
"Mum can explain all this. So, anything been going on at the Ministry?"
"It's getting much better, now Kingsley's minister. He made sure to get rid of the bad guys, and we finally have enough workers again.""That's good. Any new Muggle stuff at home?"
"Oh, yes. I bought a compooter!"
"What's that?""Eh, sorta hard to explain. Hermione taught us how to use it, I'm sure she'll teach you."
"Okay."
"We also got a teleyvision, which is like moving pictures, and I bought some Muggle portraits, which don't move. Your mother hasn't noticed the non-moving part yet." He chuckled.
"That's cool. Anything else happen?"
"No, not really.""Oh."
"Well, I guess I'll go now."
"Okay, bye Dad."
"Bye George."
"Bridgette, Bill can come in."
"Mr. Bill Weasley? Your turn," she called.
"George! I had no idea you were alive!"
"I know."
"Anything new?"
"Not really, no."
"Oh."
"Say, do you know how old that Healer is?""I think she's twenty-four or so. Why?"
"She's pretty cute. You could-"
"Bill! I love someone else."
"Ooh, who?"
"Like I'd tell you."
"Pssh. Some thanks I get."
"What do I owe you thanks for?"
"Well, during the Battle of Hogwarts I pulled you out of the way of a Killing Curse."
"Oh. Thanks."
"You sound like you mean it."
"I know."
"Uh, I guess I should go?"
"Yeah. Bye, Bill."
"Bye."
"Bridgette, Charlie can come in."
"Hey, George."
"Hi Charlie."
"Nice to see you're alive. Nasty-well, good but very unbelievable- shock when Mum sent me a Patronus saying 'Come home immediately to visit George in St. Mungo's. This is no prank, Charlie.' I nearly fainted. Good thing I didn't, then I wouldn't have been able to come."
"Yeah, good thing. Did you get a girlfriend yet?"
"Nah, I've decided I'll never marry."
"Oh. I see."
"I'd probably marry the dragons if I could. Maybe Norberta." George laughed.
"Norberta, as in Norbert?"
"Yeah, she's sweet."
"Didn't she attack you once?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
"Holed away in my room, I can still hear what's going on in the house. I heard Mum fussing over it."
"Oh."
"Well, anything else?"
"No. Goodbye, George."
"Bye. Bridgette, Percy's turn."
"GEORGE WEASLEY, YOU NEVER GIVE ME A SCARE LIKE THAT AGAIN! I THOUGHT YOU DIED!"
"Nice to see you too, Perce." Percy glared at him.
"Aw, come on." George asked, with his 'innocent' face. Percy mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like 'prat can't be serious I thought he died and he's making jokes'.
"Percy. Are you going to speak to me or do I have to keep my past thoughts of you being an arrogant git?"
"George, just promise you won't scare me like that again. I nearly died from shock when I found out you 'died' and when I found out you're alive."
"Fine, as long as you won't be a git."
"I haven't been since the Battle of Hogwarts, so that shouldn't be too hard."
"Yeah, you can dream. Anyway," George changed the topic as Percy seemed like he was about to explode, "Did you get a girlfriend yet?"
"Yes, I met this girl at work."
"What's her name?"
"Audrey."
"Cool. You going to marry her?"
"Maybe."
"You should. I need as many nieces and nephews as I can get, I need to make sure there's a new generation of pranksters."
"I'm not having kids just for that! I may not even have kids!""Calm down, Perce! Anything else new?"
"Just my arrogant prat of a brother suddenly being alive." George was about to retort, but then he noticed Percy was laughing.
"Ha ha." George said sarcastically.
"Well, anything new with you?"
"Do you think so?"
"No."
"Well, if there's nothing else, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
"Bridgette, Ron's turn."
"George! Why the bloody hell did you do that!"
"Do what?" George said innocently.
"FAKE YOUR OWN DEATH, WHAT ELSE!"
"Oh, that."
"Yes, that."
"Well, I was in severe depression, and I wasn't really thinking straight. You know, nightmares every night, the inability to talk… all that good stuff."
"Oh. Sorry."
"Why are you saying sorry?"
"I haven't spoken to you in three years, and I yell at you."
"Oh, yeah. Apology accepted. Anyway, do you have news?"
"Well, I proposed to Hermione last month."
"Great! When's the wedding?"
"March 17. It's a Saturday."
"Oh. Is Mum going to be like she was at Bill's wedding?""No, I'm not letting her help. Except to make the cake. But it's going to be a simple wedding.""Oh, that's good. Anything else?""I'm an Auror now."
"Awesome!""Yeah. Well, bye, George.""See ya, Ron. Bridgette, Ginny can come."
"G-George?"
"Hello, Ginny."
"I c-can't believe you're alive." she was holding back tears.
"Ginny, please don't cry. I'm okay, I was just in severe depression and I wasn't thinking straight."
"Yeah." she nodded.
"So, anything new?""Well, I'm marrying Harry.""Cool! When?"
"Next year sometime. We want to wait.""That's great. Imagine if someone went to the past and told your nine year old self you'd be marrying Harry Potter in 2002."
"I'd die of shock and happiness."
"Probably. Not a good idea."
"Yeah," she laughed.
"Where are you working?"
"I'm a reserve chaser for the Holyhead Harpies."
"Awesome! Quidditch rules!""I know!"
"Are you good?""Yeah, once Serena Wilkinson resigns, I get to be a full-time player!"
"Wow, that's awesome, Ginny!"
"Yep. Sure is."
"Anything else?""No. See ya later."
"Bye Ginny. Bridgette, let Harry in."
"Hi, George. Nice to see you're alive."
"Yes, it sure is. I like this change of scenery, even if it is a hospital."
"I'm sure you do."
"So, I heard your marrying Ginny. Congrats."
"Thanks."
"What are you doing for a living?"
"I'm an Auror, with Ron.""Cool. Who's running the joke shop, by the way?""Oh, Ron, me, and Ginny take turns."
"That's nice, glad someone's keeping it up."
"Yes, we also invented a few things."
"Really? What?"
"Well, Ron made these dolls. When you play with them for ten minutes, they transfigure into a baby duck. Then the duck runs away." George laughed at that. "They took him about a year. I mainly continued your works in progress, like those Shrink Drops and Grow Pops. The ones that make you grow ten feet or shrink into an inch."
"Oh, great, I loved that idea!"
"Yes, and Ginny is working on these books. They say 'Hogwarts: A History' on the cover, but to the one who buys it, it's actually a book with prank ideas."
"Brilliant! I knew she was my favorite sister!""And your only one.""Details, details. So, anything else new?"
"No, that's it."
"Oh, bye."
"Bye"
"Bridgette, Hermione can come in."
"Hello, George.""Hermione, I thought you'd start off with a lecture!""Well, I knew you wouldn't want to hear it.""You've changed. You actually care about other people's feelings!""GEORGE WEASLEY!"
"Sorry, just a joke."
"IT BETTER BE!"
"Quiet down, Hermione! Or I'll call you Hermy."
"Blackmail doesn't work with me." she growled.
"You sure about that?""GEORGE!"
"Sorry, sorry. Anything new?"
"Well, I'm marrying Ron."
"Oh yeah, congrats.""Thanks. And I'm the new Arithmancy professor at Hogwarts.""Oh, cool."
"Yep. Nothing else."
"Oh. Bye."
"Bye."
"Bridgette, Fleur can come in.""Oh, George, I'm so glad you are alive!"
"Thanks, me too."
"Of course."
"Anything new?"
"Well, I eez now working in ze Department of Magical Transportation office at ze Ministry.""Oh, cool."
"Yes, it's not such a bad job."
"Well, anything else?""No. Goodbye.""Bye. Bridgette, Lee can come in."
"Hey, mate."
"Hi, Lee."
"Now you're alive, we can play pranks again."
"Yep. You sure seemed to take this news well."
"Not really, I'm just over it by now."
"Oh. Anything new?""I have a girlfriend. Her name's Susan Bones. She was in Ron and Harry's year."
"Cool. Is she pretty?"
"Yeah.""Cool." Lee nodded.
"I am also now an official commentator for English Quidditch."
"Cool! You're perfect for the job!"
"Thanks. Well, nothing else. Goodbye."
"See ya. Bridgette, let Angelina in."
"George?""Hi, Angelina."
"Did you see my letter?"
"Oh, yes.""That's good.""Yes. I love you too, Angelina."
"Really?""Of course, didn't I just say so?" she laughed.
"Yes, you did."
"I thought so. Anyway, what kind of job do you have?""I make broomsticks.""Awesome!""Yeah, I work for the Nimbus company.""Those are good ones, only to be made better by you." Angelina blushed.
"Thanks."
"Well, I'm getting tired."
"Me too, actually. Goodbye, George."
"See ya, Angelina."
"Oh, are you going to sleep, George?"
"Yes, Bridgette."
"Okay, drink this potion. That way you won't roll on your arm while you sleep."
"Okay." he drank it. The potion tasted like salt and broccoli. It was hard to not spit it out.
"I know it tastes bad. Good night."
"G'night, Bridgette." George fell asleep.
A/N: I think this is my longest chapter ever. It's six pages on Microsoft Works. 2,275 words on document manager, but now i'm adding this. :O I really don't think it can be made into two chapters very easily though... But since it took a while to update, it's good that it's long. Hope everyone had a great Christmas (or whatever else you celebrate)! If you made it through this long-yet-not-so-long author's note, you get an online cookie! :D Please review, faster updates! ;)