"Harry," Ron asked, stepping into the kitchen of the Weasley home. "Are you free to pick up that couch for Fred's new place?"

It was almost dark out. Harry looked over at Ginny.

"Do you need four men?" Ginny asked.

Ron nodded. "It's heavy as hell. We're taking the company car so it'll fit in the boot."

"It's fine," Ginny told him.

Ron scoffed. "Does he need your permission these days?"

"There are two of us responsible for this kid," Ginny shot back.

Harry stood up and kissed the top of Ginny's head before following Ron and the twins out to the car.

Harry joined Ron in the backseat, sitting behind George.

"I'm sorry, I don't know how to deal with you as parents," Ron admitted. "I didn't mean anything by it."

"It's fine," Harry assured. "Babies take a lot of coordination and you hear the stories about some men doing fuck all, I think you breached a touchy subject accidentally."

Ron sighed. "I didn't think about that at all."

The four of them fell into regular small talk as they drove, only taking jabs at Harry for a little bit. By the time they exited the motorway, it was dark outside and the street lights came on.

Fred stopped at an intersection. "Do you think you'll have more kids together in the future?"

"That's the plan," Harry said. "We haven't settled on anything—or number of kids—but we want June to have at least one sibling. There are a lot of other things to figure out before that, though."

"Find a job first to feed all those mouths, perhaps. They will be part Weasley after all," Ron teased him. His brows furrowed. "Actually, how are you even affording—?"

Harry's attention was torn away from Ron as a swerving car going the opposite direction ran the red light. The car's bright headlights blinded them as it came right at them. Car tires screeched and Harry could only brace for the incoming collision.

The noise of metal and plastic crushing together filled his ears. One of the brothers cursed under their breath and Ron collided with the seat in front of him. Then it was suddenly incredibly silent.

Harry raised his head carefully, his grip loosening again. Ron was looking dazed, but his attention quickly switched to the front of the car that had been crumpled in the process. The windshield was shattered. Everything seemed displaced.

George started to scream and Harry reached for the door handle. With some difficulty, he managed to wedge open the door and crawled out. The air smelled like burned rubber and gasoline. The driver that had caused the collision was lulling behind his wheel. Harry wouldn't be surprised if he were drunk. His car seemed to have partially wrapped around theirs.

Something hot trickled down his face and Harry reached up, and found that his forehead was bleeding. It did not hurt yet so he wiped away the blood and opened the door next to George.

"George," he said. "You're okay."

George stopped abruptly. He was wide-eyed and shaking. Harry's eyes were drawn to his mangled hand. Had he been reaching towards the dashboard when they collided? Harry could not remember.

He pulled open the glove compartment with some difficulty, praying for some kind of first-aid kit. He felt intense relief when he found it.

"Ron," he said with an insistent tone. "Call an ambulance!" He eyed Fred too but he was conscious though not moving much.

He pulled open the kit and looked for anything to stop the bleeding. It wasn't much but it was better than nothing. Considering the other two didn't seem to be bleeding from anywhere, he used every piece of dressing, bandage and tape on George to stop the bleeding. There was a gaping wound by his thumb.

"I know it hurts but you need to put pressure."

George took a shuddering breath and nodded, pressing his hand into the other.

He could hear Ron talk to the emergency services and he looked over at Fred, to find he wasn't awake anymore. Harry ran around the car immediately to check on Fred.

He tried to pull open the door but it wouldn't budge. He resorted to smashing the window, using his sweater to cover his hand and arm as he reached in.

"Fred! Fred!" Harry cursed when he showed no reaction. He checked Fred's pulse. He couldn't feel anything.

He moved on pure adrenaline. He covered the broken window with his sweater.

"Ron, unbuckle his seatbelt," Harry ordered in a tone that allowed no room for questions.

As soon as Fred was free, Harry reached in. With all the strength he could muster, he pulled Fred out of the wreckage. He placed Fred on the ground and checked for a pulse again but there was simply nothing.

He started doing chest compression immediately. It was Fred's best bet until the ambulance arrived.

Ron got out of the car. "You're bleeding."

"I'm fine," Harry only mustered as he focused on keeping Fred alive.

Ron had clearly not processed the severity of the situation.

"Are they coming?" Harry asked breathlessly.

Ron stood there numbly. "What?"

"The ambulance!"

Ron nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, they're on their way."

It seemed to take ages before the ambulances arrived. Harry's whole body hurt but he could not stop. Passerby's who stopped did nothing to help him, though they did check on the other car's driver.

He felt relief when he heard the first sirens in the distance. He did not look, he did not stop. The paramedics came up to him and began assessing Fred.

A paramedic knelt beside him. "I count to five and I take over."

Harry nodded, waited for the count. At five, he moved away, letting the paramedics do their work.

Someone else came up to Harry and shined a bright light in his eyes.

"I think the other driver was drunk. The guy in the passenger's seat, I think his hand was crushed or sliced." He pointed to Ron who stood a little behind him. "He has a concussion, I suspect." He caught his breath.

The paramedic paused. "Do you have medical training?"

"Extensive first-aid," he explained.

"Okay. Sit down." The paramedic moved to Ron to do the first assessment. "Concussion indeed. Sit down too. We'll get you in an ambulance soon."

Harry shook his head. "Don't make us go until we know he's alright."

The paramedic glanced back. Fred was attached to an AED, they'd pause chest compressions to check for a shockable rhythm. He turned back to Harry. "I can't promise that."

Harry nodded in defeat. The paramedic ran back to one of the ambulances, discussing with another paramedic at the same time.

"There, a rhythm!" someone went.

"Clear!"

Fred's lifeless body was shocked once. Nothing. Compressions resumed. They did another try and Harry watched with a dreadful ache in his stomach.

"Pulse has returned! Let's move him!"

Harry breathed out in relief. Ron let out something resembling a sob.

The same paramedic as before came up to them. "Let's get you all up to the hospital."

Harry was guided into one ambulance and Ron into another. They bandaged the cut on his forehead, then he called Ginny.

"Hi Gin."

"What's wrong?" she went immediately.

"We were in a car accident," he cut straight through to the important parts. "Fred's heart stopped, but they got it back. George's hand was in pretty bad condition but he seemed otherwise fine. Ron has a concussion."

There was silence for a moment. "Are you okay?"

"I think so?" He softly touched the bandage on his head. "I've got a cut on my forehead but I think I'm otherwise fine. I'm in the ambulance on the way to the hospital."

"What hospital are you going to?—Mum, let me talk first," Ginny asked.

Harry turned to the paramedic. "What hospital are we going to?"

"Mungo's," he confirmed.

"Mungo's," Harry told her.

"Alright." There was noise in the background. "We're leaving now. If there is any update, you call back, okay?"

Harry could tell she was trying hard to contain her emotions. "Yes. Of course. I love you."

"Love you," she responded.

The paramedic smiled. "Girlfriend?"

"Yeah. I was out with her brothers to pick up a couch…" He briefly wondered if he should let the seller know they weren't going to make it but then he realised that wasn't important right now.

"You did a great thing out there," the paramedic said. "I'm sure she'll be quite impressed."

He shrugged. "I'm not sure. She thinks the saving-people thing is a flaw."

"I bet she won't think that now." The paramedic patted his arm.

Harry received stitches to his forehead, but was otherwise cleared. He was moved to a room with Ron after a bit so they could await news from the other two.

"Did you call Hermione yet?" Harry asked.

Ron was resting with his eyes closed. "No. Mum texted so I suppose you called them?"

"I called Ginny, yeah."

Ron opened one eye. "Are you alright?"

"Just a few stitches." He pointed towards his forehead.

Ron breathed out. "I didn't know you could do that."

Harry only hummed a reply.

"Do you think they'll be alright?"

Harry had never heard Ron's voice so unsure. "I'm sure they're doing their very best."

"That's what people say when they don't know." Ron turned onto his side.

Harry sat down on the edge of the bed beside Ron. "George seemed alright, but his hand was… it was bad," he admitted. "Fred… I don't know. I don't know what caused his heart to stop, but it was beating when they left."

"I should call Hermione."

Harry nodded. "Yes." He picked up his own phone. "I'm going to call my parents."

He had just finished the call when Ginny walked in with her parents in tow. June was tucked against her. Her parents went up to Ron and she stopped in front of him.

She wrapped him in a tight hug. "Are you okay?"

"Alright."

She released him and brushed his hair back to inspect the bandage. "Did you lose that much blood?"

"Oh." He looked down at himself. "Some of that is mine, some is George's."

The divot in her brows grew more pronounced. "They're in surgery?"

"That's the last news I have." He looked at June. "Can I hold her, please?" He ached to hold his daughter.

Ginny handed June over and he let her rest against his chest. She was sleeping soundly. It soothed him to hold her close.

"I am going to see if there are any updates." She squeezed his shoulder and walked out.

She walked in a few minutes later. "Fred has some internal bleeding that they are fixing up. His heart has been stable since it restarted. They said it was likely due to the blow. George will lose his thumb and they were still assessing his other fingers, but they looked to be in better shape. They should both make it."

Arthur squeezed Molly's arm comfortingly.

Ginny sat down beside Harry on the bed. "They said you saved both their lives," she said softly.

"Part of my training," he mumbled.

"Still." She wrapped her arms around him.

He squeezed her arm. "I'm just glad we all made it out alive."

"Me too," she said. She caressed June's cheek.

"It'll be a while before those two make it back," Molly said. "Why don't you head home with June?"

Harry looked at Ginny, who seemed to hesitate.

"Ron still needs another check-up later, but Harry is cleared," Molly insisted. "We'll call as soon as we know something."

"Do you promise?" Ginny asked. "Even if it's the middle of the night?"

"Yes," Ron confirmed.

That seemed sufficient to Ginny. Harry asked his parents to pick them up since they left his car at the Weasley home. When his parents had arrived, Ginny and Harry made their way down with June to the entrance of the hospital. James had parked the car just out front and both his parents were waiting outside of the car.

Lily hugged Harry tightly. "I'm so glad you're okay."

James took June from Ginny. "Hi, tiny one." He opened the door to the backseat and began putting her in the car seat. "You are growing!"

"Just stitches?" Lily asked.

Harry nodded. "Just a few. George and Fred are still stuck in surgery, but they should be fine."

They all entered the car. Ginny and Harry sat on either side of June.

"I checked," Lily started as James drove off the parking lot. "It was a drunk driver, doesn't seem like he had ulterior motives."

Ginny froze. "Christ, I hadn't even thought about that. Do you always do that?"

"We don't take risks when it comes to our personal lives. We prefer an overabundance of caution," James said.

"We're making sure he's going to get counselling for addiction. This wasn't the first time he was caught driving under the influence," Lily continued. She tapped her phone. "It had camera coverage, do you want to see it?"

He looked out the window. "No." It was still very clear in his mind.

"I want to see it," Ginny said.

His head snapped back to her. "Gin. Don't do that. It wasn't a pretty sight."

"I want to see it," she insisted.

Lily handed her the phone. Harry watched Ginny's expression as she looked at the screen.

"You dragged him through the window?" Ginny let out.

"The door was stuck and he had no pulse," he said matter-of-factly. He only did what needed to be done.

"And CPR," she remarked. "He would've died without you there."

Harry didn't know what to say. He opted for "Maybe."

"It looks quite scary." His mum turned to him. "Are you sure you're okay?"

He only nodded in reply.

His parents offered to take June for the short night but he declined. He couldn't stand being apart from her tonight.

James stopped in front of the apartment. "If you need anything, you call us. Promise?"

"I promise," he said so they would not push on.

"And let us know how Fred and George are doing."

Ginny unclipped her seatbelt and began taking June out of the car seat. "We will do that. Thank you for picking us up so late."

"We're happy you called," Lily said.

Harry said goodnight and got out of the car, following Ginny in. He insisted on putting June to bed, and Ginny let him. When June was asleep, he walked into the living room. He sank down on the couch. He was surprised when he found tears rolling down his cheeks. Ginny was by his side in mere seconds and wrapped him in her arms.

Suddenly the words started coming again. "I thought he wasn't going to make it. He was completely flat-lined, and it seemed to take forever before EMS showed up." He sniffed. "I wasn't sure if I could keep going long enough."

"You did," Ginny told him. "You did great." A hand ran through his hair soothingly. "You have glass in your hair."

"That doesn't surprise me," he replied.

She stood up and pulled him up too. "We'll go rinse that out."

"I can't get my stitches wet," he objected, but let her lead him to the bathroom.

Ginny smiled reassuringly. "I know."

Harry felt pathetic but he couldn't bring himself to rinse it out on his own. Ginny had him lean backwards carefully. He let her rinse out his hair softly and carefully, staying away from the stitches. Her fingers massaging his scalp put him at ease. Then she continued washing any spots of blood and grime; calmly, carefully and gently. It was exactly what he needed.

There wasn't an update yet by the time they crawled into bed. Harry couldn't relax enough to sleep. She sat against the headboard and he settled between her legs, her arms wrapped around him. Her hands caressed him softly.

"I should have gotten to Fred first, the rule is that the more quiet someone is, the worse off they likely are."

Ginny pressed a kiss to his still-damp hair. "George could've bled out too. You saved both. Please don't beat yourself up about it."

He let out a deep sigh. "It's difficult not to think about."

"I am glad you called—at least I knew you were fine immediately."

Ginny's phone rang and she picked up, putting it on speaker. "Hi, dad."

"George is out of surgery. He is awake and okay. He lost his thumb and pointer finger. It got crushed between the dashboard and the windshield. Fred is still in surgery but he should be out soon. He's stable, and they expect him to fully recover."

"That's a relief," Ginny told them. "Send George our regards."

"We will do," her dad said. "Ron has been cleared so we'll take him home. George said he'll update us on Fred."

"Good. Thank you for the update," she said.

"Go to sleep on time, okay?"

"Yes, dad."

Ginny finished the call and wrapped her arms back around Harry. "Can you sleep?"

"Perhaps if you hold me."

Ginny squeezed him closer. "Of course I'll hold you."

They lay down together and Ginny held him closer. She gently massaged his scalp.

They returned to the hospital the following day. Fred and George were resting up in the same room. Ginny softly knocked and then popped her head in.

"Come in!" George said.

They walked in together. She gave both of them a get-well-soon card she had crafted in the early morning. Fred's had a heart on his, and George's had a big thumbs up.

He snorted as he opened it. "Love it," he said, putting it down on his side table with his left hand. "I was in need of a thumb."

Fred eyed Harry. "I owe you a gigantic thank you."

"You don't," Harry said, walking up to him. "Scared the shit out of me."

Fred nodded. "I'm glad I don't remember much, to be fair. You saved my life. If you ever need anything…"

"That's alright," Harry said. "I'm just glad you're still amongst the living."

George nodded. "Ginny, if you ever decide to break up with Harry, we are going with him in the divorce."

"Wow, that's nice. My own family!" Ginny shook her head. "I guess it'll just be me and June."

"Excuse me," Harry went. "I don't think so."

She winked at him. "No worries. You're getting me in the divorce."

Harry grinned at her. "Good."

"Do you mind?" Fred complained.

Harry looked back at him. "George started it."

"How's your head?" Fred asked him.

Harry shrugged casually. "Better than your insides."

"They said my spleen should stop bleeding on its own," Fred said. "I am not even sure what it does? Should've taken it out."

"I think you still need it," Ginny offered.

Ron took up Fred and George's work as they both recovered when his concussion had healed. George struggled with day-to-day tasks having lost his thumb and pointer finger, but he was pushing through and trying to adapt.

The accident left behind a strange feeling for a bit. Molly insisted on hugging everyone before they left the house and held them tightly. When they came over, she hardly let the twins out of her sight.

Ginny walked into the bathroom. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Taking my stitches out?" he said, pausing with his tools near his face.

She shook her head. "No, you're going to stab yourself with those scissors."

"I am not going to make a doctor's appointment. It's healed fine. It's a tiny scar. Mrs Pomfrey said I could do it."

Ginny closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Then at least let me do it."

He sighed but agreed. She walked up and sat on the counter, guiding him to stand between her legs.

"Is our Junebug still asleep?" he asked.

Ginny smiled because she knew what he was asking. "I believe so, but please don't distract me right now."

"But you're so sexy when you focus," teased her. His hand squeezed her thigh.

Her gaze dropped from her forehead to meet his eyes. "I am handling very sharp scissors next to your skin. Can you please contain yourself for another minute?"

He could tell she wasn't truly upset. "Okay."

She muttered something under her breath, continuing to take the stitches out. She put down the scissors and tweezers. "All done."

"Thank you." He leaned closer to her. "Are you ready to receive your reward for excellent work?"

She grinned at him. "Go on then, Potter."

He scooped her off the counter, carrying her into the bedroom.

A/N:

I'm sorry for the heart attack...?