AN A new chapter, please review, oh and this will be a long series, I am working on the eighth and final one in this series now. Please read and review my fanfictions or any of my others. I will do one shots of a pairing for you if you request it, but there are certain pairings I won't write. Thanks. x

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Chapter four Georges Pov

It had been days and Harry still had no sign of waking up. Madam Pomfrey had healed something on his arms, that I hadn't been able to see, and I just assumed it was another bruise or something he had gotten from the troll. I hardly left his side during those four days, except from when Fred and Lee were forced to get me to go to classes.

" Is he going to be OK?" I asked Madam Pomfrey.

" Its unknown." She said softly.

" But your the healer you have to know how can you not?"

" Mr Weasley, calm down! He should be fine but it was a very nasty head injury."

" But he'll be okay?" I asked worry evident in my voice.

" He should be." She said.

" I hope so." I whispered to myself.

" You should go to sleep Mr Weasley." She said.

It was then that I realised she had probably heard what I had said. I didn't really want to go to sleep, but I was tired. I had done all my homework by Harry's bedside, and I had attended classes, not that I had really paid attention to the lessons. Lee had taken notes for me as my mind kept wondering back to Harry, who was laying in the hospital bed closest to the door.

" Alright." I agreed eventually, but only because I was exhausted.

I lay my head on the pillow and fell asleep pretty much instantly. I had been forced to quidditch practice and one of the main reasons Oliver was okay with Harry not being there was the fact that we didn't have another quidditch match until after the holidays. Not that he could have done anything about it anyway. If he had tried to get Harry off the team, I would have resigned in protest, and I knew that he would let Harry back on because he didn't have time to train up a new beater, and that Fred and I worked best as a team.

I fell asleep eventually, and when I woke up once more it was to mumbled voices. I frowned slightly trying to clear my clouded mind. I moved slightly trying to shake the last dredges of sleep from myself. I opened my eyes, and blinked furiously against the bright light of the hospital wing. I looked around and saw that Mum and Dad were there, talking to Madam Pomfrey.

"...Yes...self harm...I know."

" Self harm who self harmed?" I asked curiously.

Madam Pomfrey sighed and came and sat over next to me. She looked stressed and unhappy that she had to tell me but Mum and Dad who had stopped talking, motioned that she was the one who would have to do it.

" Harry." She said softly.

" Harry as in my Harry?" I asked.

" Yes." She said.

" But why?" I asked sadly.

" When someone is being hurt in either a physical or emotional away they may do it to take away the pain. It seems Harry has being doing it since he was around eight."

" But didn't no one notice before?"

" No Mr Weasley, they didn't."

I felt tears welling up in my eyes but quickly blinked them away. There was no way I was going to cry in front of her, I would have in front of my parents, however not in front of Madam Pomfrey. Inwardly I vowed to myself that I would never let Harry go and that I would always be there for him, no matter what. No matter the circumstances.

Madam Pomfrey gave me a grave smile as she walked out of the room. Mum and Dad came and sat on either side of the bed to me. Mum pulled me into a hug and I buried my face into her shoulder, crying. She stroked my hair as tears fell from my eyes. I could feel Dads hand on my back and eventually I must have fallen asleep.

A few days later Harry woke up and I sat by his bedside. I had his hand in mine and was stroking it soothingly. His emerald eyes were clouded with confusion as he looked around. I wondered why, he had been in the hospital wing before, why would it look so unfamiliar to him. I wondered whether his head was hurting, yet he didn't mention it so I assumed it wasn't.

" George?"

" Hey Harry." I said in a soft tone still stroking the back of his hand.

" What happened?" He asked in confusion.

I frowned inwardly.

" You got hurt by a troll." I said.

" No really?" He said laughing slightly.

" No really."

" Trolls don't exist."

" Yes they do in the wizarding world." I told him frowning, why didn't he remember?

" Wizarding world? Like magic? Magic doesn't exist George." He said.

" I'll be right back I am off to see Madam Pomfrey."

" Who?" He asked in confusion.

" Madam Pomfrey!" I yelled panicked, what was the matter with him?

" Mr Weasley be quiet and what is it?"

" Harry doesn't remember anything yet but he remembers me but not magic or anything like that."

" Oh dear I need to get a scan on him."

She rushed into the room and cast a spell over him and sighed slightly. She ran a hand through her hair stressed, and I wondered why. What had gotten her so stressed? Also what was wrong with Harry? Why didn't he recognise her?

" I'm afraid Mr Potter has amnesia." She told me.

" Amnesia?"

" I have what?" Harry asked.

" Yes. Mr Potter what date is it?" She asked him.

" Eighteenth of September 1988." He told her in a sure voice.

" No Mr Potter its the eighth of November 1991."

" 1991? That can't be right can it? But..."

" It is." I told him.

" What was the last thing you remember?" She asked him.

He shivered slightly and I wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

" Harry?" She asked.

" Uncle Vernon locked me in the shed after..." He said hesitantly.

" Hurting you." She said in a sad voice.

" Yeah."

" Do you remember meeting George?" She asked.

" I think so, but it's weird."

" Tell me what you think happened." She asked him.

" Well okay, we met on a train of some sorts, and there was a rush of something and someone else was there, but I'm not sure who it was. Then I remember something about a soul bond, but I can't remember who said it. It's sort of it someone else lived it, not me. Do you understand?" He asked.

" Yes, you did meet George on a train. You are soul mates and the other two people were Georges identical twin brother Fred and the person who told you about the soul bond is Albus Dumbledore, your headmaster."

" Headmaster?"

" Of this school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." I told him.

" Oh."

" You share a dorm with Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan and Ron. Ron is my younger brother."

" Am I friends with him?" Harry asked.

" No." I told him.

" Who are my friends?"

" Me, Fred and Lee."

" Is Lee in my year?"

" No he's in mine."

" Okay, are we at Hogwarts now?"

" Yes. In the Hospital Wing, this is Madam Pomfrey."

" Nice to meet you, but Uncle Vernon said magic doesn't exist."

" It does."

" Can you do magic?"

" Yes."

" Can you show me?" He asked cautiously.

" Sure."

I pointed my wand at the cup on his bedside table and it rose into the air and he gasped and reached out towards the cup. He blinked in shock when he realised it wasn't an illusion. I motioned for him to take a drink out of it, as his voice did sound rather croaky as he hadn't drank anything in days.

" I bet you want to go, sorry for keeping you here." He said blushing look slightly ashamed.

He had no reason to be.

" No I'm staying." I said firmly.

" Thanks." He whispered blushing even harder.

I pressed a soft kiss to his cheek shyly and his whole face lit up bright red. I smiled at him and stroked his hair. It was actually quite soft, which surprised me as it stuck up in all direction. He leant into my hand as if trying to absorb some of the attention I was giving him and I happily gave it to him. He didn't remember the other affection I had given him. He only just remembered meeting me. I smiled pulling him into my arms and onto my lap and messing about with his hair pressing kisses to his temple.

" Is there anything else you want to know about?" I asked him a while later.

" Can I meet Fred and Lee?" He asked softly staring into my eyes.

" Yep I will go get them." I said smiling at him before gently moving him from my lap.

I rushed to the Gryffindor common room and grabbed them and pulled them after me ignoring their protests and demands that I tell them what was happening. Just before the hospital wing I slowed down. They were slightly red faced as I had been rushing them along, wanting to get back to Harry as soon as possible.

" What's going on?" Fred demanded.

" Harry has memory loss but he can remember me because of the soul mate thing but apart from that nothing since he was eight. Oh and he requested he meet the two of you."

" Right well we must not keep the esteemed Mr Potter waiting." Fred said in a highly pompous voice.

" Yup." Lee said.

We walked in and Harry was sat in bed staring at the wall and playing with the corner of the duvet. He looked so small sat in the hospital bed and he seemed to be in deep concentration.

" Hey Harry!" Fred called.

" You're Fred right?"

" Yep!"

" So you're Lee?"

" Yes." Lee said.

I had a feeling that Harry's mind still hadn't really registered what he had been told before, so he was trying to remember whether Madam Pomfrey said it was Lee or Fred who was my twin. He had obviously guessed correctly.

" So when did we meet?" Harry asked.

" Well you met me a little bit after meeting George only a couple of seconds." Fred told him.

" You met me after being in the hospital wing for four days. You met me through Fred and George."

" Oh. So magic?" He asked.

" Well you have potions, transfiguration, charms, astronomy, defence against the dark arts, herbology and history of magic." Fred said.

" Until third year when you start new subjects." I put in.

" You have a pet owl Harry." Lee told him.

" What's their name?" He asked.

" She's a snowy owl called Hedwig you got her off one of your friends called Hagrid."

" Hagrid?"

" He is the groundskeeper. He has a dog named Fang. He lives in a hut at the bottom of the grounds." Lee said.

" So you guys are my only friends?"

" Afraid so." I said sadly stroking his hair.

" Okay." He said stifling a yawn.

" Sleep." Fred and I demanded in unison. Fred had always thought of Harry as a younger brother since he had met him in September, but I could tell at that moment as the bullying had been found out, and he now wanted to make sure he wasn't going to be bullied. I knew how he felt, I wanted to keep my Harry as safe as possible.

" Really?" He asked softly.

" Yep." Lee replied sternly.

He lay down on the pillow still clutching my hand and began to drift off. He finally fell asleep as Madam Pomfrey came out. She looked over at the sleeping Harry and then to us and walked over. I was still holding Harry's hand in mine tightly, not wanting him to let go of it, and he didn't seem to want to either as he was cuddling my hand as one would with a teddy bear. I pressed a kiss to his head softly and he murmured slightly in sleep.

" What's up with him?" Lee asked.

" Amnesia. His brain has cut off the past three years of his life." She said.

" Not good we're going to have to explain to him how his parents died." I said.

" Surely he knows."

" Nope he thinks it was a car crash."

" Oh Merlin." Lee gasped.

I stroked his other hand, even though he was asleep, for comfort. How unfair was it that he had to suffer because someone was up to something and let a troll into the school. A school full of children. I watched him sleeping and I felt Lee and Fred pat me on the back before leaving. Who could hurt my Harry? How could they!? What had he done to them? Sure he'd defeated You-Know-Who but he was just a baby. I felt tears pricking to my eyes at the thoughts of what Harry had gone through. Tears came streaming down my face and I had my back turned to Madam Pomfrey so she couldn't see them. I swore to myself I would teach Harry everything he needed to know. From spells to where he was going to be living to his teachers and quidditch.

I wouldn't give up on him no matter how long it took. He was my soul mate, and I had already failed him once and I wouldn't do it again.