I own nothing
"Okay, do it." I winced as the needle went into my arm.
"Oh stop acting like a baby!" Ginny snapped. "How much pain do you think poor George is in?" I watched as Ginny went over to George and felt guilty. She was right, of course. George was so much worse off then I was and I was complaining about a needle. What kind of brother was I?
'As a matter of fact.' I thought as I watched my blood go through the tube and into George's arm. 'Everyone else has been freaking out about this about five hundred times more then I have.' That was the truth, every one of my brother's had-and still were-running around the tent, trying to make George more comfortable and what was I doing?
Oh yeah, complaining about needles.
Not just that, complaining about needles while my twin-my best friend in the whole world-died.
"Fred. Fred, that's good." Charlie took the needle out of my arm and put a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him. I've always admired all my older brothers-even Percy-but there were times like these when they really seemed extraordinary.
"Is he alright?" Now I knew I was sounding like the eight-year-old, but I wanted to know before I saw.
Charlie smiled a tired smile. "See for yourself."
I looked up. George had gotten some of his colour back even smiled at me. "Hey Fred. How come you're looking at me like that?" he put a hand to his head and I got up and sat down on the bench next to him. "I have one monster headache."
I smiled. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that." George looked at me like I was crazy but I didn't care. I couldn't care about anything at the moment. George was alive. George was okay. That's all that mattered.
Finally, for the first time since the Dark Mark went into the sky, I felt whole.
Yeah, that's the end. That's all we're going to put in it, thank you very much.