This will probably be a bit of a longer story than I originally planned, but that's a good thing right?

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All nine people stayed in the room overnight with him, taking turns sleeping, wiping his forehead, and sometimes talking to him. There was the speculation that people in comas could still hear, and either way, talking to him as if he were awake had a calming effect on them. Even if he didn't answer.

The next morning, Professor McGonagall, now the headmaster as Hogwarts, came in to visit unexpectedly.

"I'm sorry to just barge in, Molly, but you'd be surprised how many people keep asking me about the Weasley twins. Two of the best beaters the Gryffindor team has seen in a very long time, and the only two in the school who managed to make everyone smile despite everything that was happening." She said. "And of course, who could forget what they did to Professor Umbridge? Even if they still drove the rest of us up a wall well more than half the time."

George grinned at the memory. "Driving professors up the wall is all a part of the job, Professor. Makes people happier when you all are yelling at us to no effect whatsoever."

"I'd give you detention for that if I could." She stated, before looking at Fred. She sighed sadly at the sight of him. At one time, this red-haired boy and his twin had been the devil's advocates in the school, causing just as much if not more trouble than Peeves, probably more than James and Sirius had managed to cause. At one time, this red-haired boy and his twin had been two of the best students at transfiguration that she had seen.

"If the two of you would've worked harder on the written part of your Transfiguration O. , you both would've probably scored the highest marks." She stated, glancing up at George.

"Fred turned my teddy bear into a spider when he was five." Ron said.

"He wanted to make it grow too, but didn't know how." George told Ron.

"I'm glad he didn't!" Ron couldn't imagine that horror.

"Yeah, but it would've been pretty funny." George stated.

"No it wouldn't!" Ron protested.

"Well, either way Ron, you inspired us to make a product that turns teddy bears into large bugs to scare younger siblings or prank friends. We're thinking of calling them Screaming Ronalds-"

"George, stop it!" Molly scolded.

"I'm just telling him what we're doing." George shrugged. Molly sighed and shook her head, muttering something under her breath.

McGonagall watched the exchange with a hint of amusement on her face.

"Anyway, there are a lot of people who want to come visit to see how Fred is. Old team mates, other kids from his year. Somehow even Oliver Wood found out, and the boy who was Team Captain before him, back when Fred first joined the team. I told them to wait until I spoke to you first." She said, turning to Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley frowned. "I don't think visitors is a good idea just year. Family is different –Harry, Hermione, don't you dare try to say you aren't family-, but I don't think it's a good idea to have a bunch of friends come in just yet."

"Alright, I'm sure they'll understand." She nodded, and turned once more to Fred. George was sitting in a chair by Fred's head. "I'm almost afraid to say that you two will be a legend in Hogwarts. With as dramatic of an exit…" She shook her head. "It'll be a story told long after I retire."

George grinned at her. "No Weasley generation comes and goes quietly, Professor. We've got a family tradition to keep up."

That was something their dad had told them when their parents first found out that Fred and George dropped out of school. Instead of being mad like their mother was, Mr. Weasley had laughed and said that every generation of Weasley's that go through, there's always that one or two that make a dramatic exit, whether it's by death, memorable farewell words (normally very colorful language), leaving the school with the hottest girl, or breaking something valuable. It just seemed as though the twins set the bar high for the next generation.

McGonagall looked at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. "I wish you both good luck and a Fred a fast recovery." She said, and nodded in farewell to the rest before leaving. They family settled back into silence, all wondering what would happen next. Would

For a whole 3 and a half months, Fred laid perfectly still, unresponsive, in a coma. For the 1st week, the family took turns staying with and helping repair the damage done by the Death Eaters. George would never leave Fred's side though, and if he did leave, it was only to use the bathroom across the hall or to take a very quick shower. Whoever visited Fred that day would bring George clothes and sometimes snacks or news about how the repairs were going.

It had taken a while to convince Percy to leave Fred's side too, as guilt was keeping him there. Everyday however, he would still go visit, often bringing snacks for George or letters that the twins get, whether it was a get well card for Fred, questions about when the shop would open again, or simply a hello, asking about George was holding up and if there was anything they could do to help.

One day Harry, who had been staying with the Weasleys for the past few months, went to visit Fred and George again with Hermione and Ron. George, who had been up most of the night talking to healers and watching Fred's breathing, was passed out in the extra bed they brought in for him. He had lost weight, and was curled up on his side facing Fred.

"That's the one thing they do different." Ron stated, watching his brothers. The other two gave him questioning looks. "George is quiet when he sleeps, unless he has a cold or something. And he normally sleeps on his side and curled up. Fred, on the other hand, lays on his back or stomach and stretches out, he snores, and drools in his sleep. Unless he's sick, then he'll curl up on his side."

"That can't be the only difference." Hermione said.

"If you want to go a little deeper, Fred is more likely to be the mastermind behind their crueler pranks and is better at transfiguration while George is better at Potions. Not by much of course. And I dunno, maybe one washes their feet first while the other washes their hand." Ron shrugged. "I don't spend my time at home studying them."

"They dress the same, sound the same, and they finish each other's sentences." Harry added. "Poster children for twins."

They settled into silence for a while. There wasn't much to say really.

"You know Fred, you're really stressing mum out." Ron broke the silence, looking at his unconscious brother. "She hasn't slept in days. And she keeps making an extra plate at meal times."

Hermione thought she saw Fred's eyes flicker under his eyelids. "Ron, keep talking." She ordered, alert for any other signs of movement.

"Dad too. He works all day and is exhausted by the time he gets home. He falls asleep before he gets the chance to come see you. But there's too much work to do at the Ministry for him to get any time off. He tries though, Fred, he really does. And Ginny is really upset too. She wanted to come today but she has a cold and the healers say they don't think you'd be able to fight it off if you got it. George barely leaves your side and Percy comes every day." Ron continued. "He's trying to make up for what he did. And he keeps saying he wishes you and George were home, because it doesn't feel like home without the two of you driving him crazy."

Now Ron and Harry saw it too. Fred's mouth twitched, like eh wanted to say something.

"Fred, can you hear me? Turn your head towards my voice if you can hear me." Ron was on the edge of his chair, staring intently at Fred. Very slowly, Fred's head turned slightly in the direction of Ron's voice. The neck brace was still on, preventing him from turning his head much further than he did.

"Can you understand me, Fred?" Ron asked, knowing that Fred might not have understood what he said earlier, but was rather just trying to hear the voice better. George did that sometimes now, since he only had one ear. He would tilt his head slightly to hear better. "If you can understand me, try to open your eyes."

A few long seconds passed before Fred's eyelids began to flutter, and eventually opened. Brown eyes unfocused at first and far away, be finally Fred seemed able to focus on something and tilted his head very slightly towards the trio. Ron couldn't speak. He never thought he would see those brown eyes look at him again, at least not from Fred's face.

"Can you speak?" Harry asked, seeing Ron wasn't going to say anything. Fred's face twisted into a look of intense concentration and he seemed to be trying to remember how to speak. His eyes were unfocused again.

"P-per….Percy?" He finally managed to croak out after a few minutes. He was looking towards Harry. Harry looked around him, but the only ginger next to him was Ron.

"You're glasses." Hermione said. "You borrowed Percy's glasses because you broke yours again and didn't want to have to fix them again."

They looked back at Fred, but he was looking the other way now, at George.

"G-ger…" He made a frustrated grunting sound. "Geor…ge?"

"Yes, that's George." Ron finally found his voice again. "He hasn't left your side."

Fred looked back towards the trio, looking at Ron. "R…Ronnn." He managed to say his name a little easier, seeing at it was much shorter. He looked towards Hermione, but his eyes seemed to be losing focus again. "G…Gin-ney?"

"Hermione." She corrected patiently. "Ginny is at the Burrow."

"Hm." Fred hummed, and closed his eyes, growing still again. A few seconds later though, he was snoring.

The trio looked at each other, grinning. Finally, after all this time, Fred was awake. Wanting to inform the rest of the Weasleys in their multiple locations, they each sent a message with their Patronous. Harry's stag ran to the Burrow were Ginny and Mrs. Weasley were. Ron's weasel, much like his fathers, ran off to the ministry to tell Mr. Weasley and Percy. Hermione's otter ran to tell Bill and Fluer at Gringotts.

"What about Charlie?" Harry asked. Ron went over to George and shook him roughly.

"Ernnnn….five more minutes…" George groaned, pulling the blankets over his head.

"No, get up! Fred was awake and you need to send a patronous to Charlie!" Ron shook him still. George sat up so fast he slammed his head into Ron's.

"Ow!" Ron yelped, jumping back and rubbing his forehead.

"He's awake?!" George was on his feet at Fred's side.

"He was. He fell asleep again, and he was only awake for a few minutes and pretty disoriented." Hermione explained. "We sent patronouses to everyone but Charlie, could you-"

She didn't even have to finish before a silver fox sprung out of George's wand and ran out of the window to find Charlie. George was wide awake.

"What happened when he woke up? Did he say anything? Does he remember what happened?" He asked, looking at the three of them. Harry explained how Ron had been talking to him and how Fred must've heard it and woken up, how he thought Harry was Percy because of the glasses, Hermione was Ginny, and how he recognized Ron and George right away. George looked at Fred as if he expected his twin to sit up and start joking like old times. Fred was still snoring though, drooling a bit as well.

Within half an hour, the rest of the Weasley's were there. The healers made Ginny wear a mask over her nose and mouth to prevent Fred from getting sick. The room was as crowded as it was when Fred first got here.

"Maybe we should wake him up." George suggested a few hours later. He had been restless since Ron woke up earlier. He hadn't even wanted to leave the room to use the bathroom because he was afraid he was going to miss it. Mrs. Weasley had to nearly chase him out with her wand.

"No, he needs to rest." Molly said.

"He's had three months!"

"A wall fell on him. He was in a coma for three months, not sleeping." Ginny pointed out. "From what Harry said, Fred was out of it and no doubt still needs some rest."

George didn't protest but got up and started pacing the room again. Healers were in and out of the room every few minutes now to check on him since they told them he had been awake them. However, he wasn't until dinner time that Fred stirred again. The first sign he was waking up was a quiet groan, shifting his head from one side to the other slowly a few times. He seemed uncomfortable, as if he was in pain somewhere.

"Fred?" George asked, looking up from his perch beside Fred's bed. At the sound of his twin's voice, Fred turned his head slowly towards George and his eyes twitched a few times before finally opening.

"Fred." George managed to choke out, grabbing his brother's hand gently in his own. Molly already had tears of joy and relief spilling down her face, holding onto Arthur as if her life depended on it. Percy was right at Fred's other side, looking like a huge weight had just been lifted from his shoulders. Ginny was next to Percy and Charlie and Bill were at the end of the bed, looking beyond relieved.

"George" Fred muttered, voice hoarse from lack of use, but clear than before. His eyes were a little more focused, but he still seemed unable to see completely clearly. His eyes scanned the room, taking in parts of his surroundings. His eyes rested on each person around him and he said their name. "Mum….dad….Bill….C..Charlie….Percy...G-ginny…Ron….Harry… Herm-….Hermione."

He seemed to struggle with the longer names, but he recognized everyone correctly this time. Molly cried even harder. Fred looked back to George, who was still holding his hand and staring at him as if he might disappear. Fred gave his brother's hand small, weak squeeze. That seemed to break George's self control and a few tears escaped, which he quickly wiped away.

A healer walked in then, smiling when she saw he was awake. Making her way to the side of his bed, she checked the charts before speaking.

"Fred, can you hear me?" She asked.

"Yes." He nodded very slightly.

"Good. Do you know where you are?"

"No."

"Can you tell me the last thing you remember?"

Fred thought for a few seconds. "Hogwarts." He said. His voice was getting a clearer, less hoarse. "We were at H-Hogwarts…and Percy….he came back. T-t-there was a batt-t-t-tle. Death eaterrss everywhere." His voice still shook however, and it seemed to take a lot of effort for him to pronounce a lot of words. He stuttered and slurred his words a few times.

"Anything else?" The healer prompted.

"No. Is the battle over?" He looked over towards his mother with wide eyes. "Is-"

"Shhh, it's over." She assured him, coming to stand next to him and wiping his forehead. "It's over. He-who-must-not-be-named is dead. It's over."

Fred relaxed a little. He closed his eyes for a few moments before opening them again. "Where am I?"

"St. Mungos hospital." Arthur told him, coming up beside Molly. "A death eater sent a curse that blew up the wall behind you. You gave us quite a scare."

Fred tried to remember it, but couldn't. Everything was blank after he set off with Percy into the battle and split up from George.

"It's my fault Fred, I should've-"

"For the 100th time Percy, there's nothing you could've done!" George exclaimed, looking a bit annoyed with his brother. "And it's too late now anyway."

"Fred, are you in pain?" The healer spoke up again, drawing Fred's attention back to her.

"Yes." Fred answered. "Everywhere."

The healer frowned. "Can you tell me where it hurts the most?"

Fred thought for a little while. "No. It's everywhere."

The healer continued to frown and moved to the end of the bed, pulling the blankets up a little to reveal Fred's feet. "Try to wiggle your toes for me."

Fred concentrated hard and managed to wiggle them a little. But even that small amount of movement seemed to exhaust him.

"Good." She pulled the blanket back down over his feet. She continued with little tests like this for a while, asking him to tell her how many fingers she was holding up, deep breaths so she could listen to his lungs, roll his eyes, open and close his fist, and bend his knees. Bending his knees seemed the hardest for him. It made his face turn red and he started to sweat from the strain of it. He could barely get them an inch off the bed without the pain being too much. The healer didn't want to push it, so she told him he could stop and that he would be done for the day.

"Considering everything that happened, you're lucky. Some physical therapy, and you might be able to walk again and do things like everyone else. It's going to be a long recovery though, and it's going to be hard, but it can be done. I'm not sure about your memory, that might come back or it might now. Ouu might not even want it back." She went over to his head and took the neck brace off after determining it was safe to do so. "You're ribs healed up nicely and I believe the puncture in your left lung is all healed up and it seems as though your concussion is healing very nicely as well. Our biggest concern for now if that fracture in your spine. Now I'm going to get you something for the pain, okay?" she said, turning and leaving the room.

George turned to Fred. "Are you okay?" He asked him.

Fred didn't answer. He was exhausted and in pain and wanted nothing more than to melt back into the darkness for a while. Mrs. Weasley took the cloth from the bucket of ice water and wiped Fred's forehead a few times to cool him off. He closed his eyes at her touch, remembering the times when he was little and had been sick and his mother had sat by his bedside doing the very thing she was doing now.

"Here, drink this.

Fred opened his eyes again as the healer came back in. She held the cup for him while he sipped some of the potion. He recognized the taste of it from Hogwarts, when a few games in his first year on the team had ended in broken bones and concussions. It would make his body numb for a while and pull him into a dreamless sleep. It was very hard to make and it took a lot time to be ready. When Harry had lost the bones in his arm, they didn't have any of this stuff to make him comfortable. Fred drank it greedily. The effects started instantly. His eyes drooped and it was only a few short minutes before he was out cold, snoring and drooling again.

Yay, he's awake! Next few chapters will focus on his recovery, which isn't going to be easy. I'm trying to make this a little realistic, so it'll be ups and downs for Fred for a while.

Please review, they give me the motivation to update faster! Also check out some of my other stories from fandoms ranging from Percy Jackson and the Olympians to the Mortal Instruments/Infernal Devices (I'm working on the next chapter for the Infernal Devices story, and hope to update that later this weekend), and Criminal Minds and a few others!