Fred was laying on a hospital bed in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. George had his head resting on the bed while he sat in a chair beside it. There were Weasley's coming in and out the door in a constant stream. At times you could see a black-haired head come through the door. They were the only visitors allowed. They were family and one was the boy-who-lived. Everyone else were waiting in the waiting room. Some hoping to see Fred others there to support the family.

Fred has been in the ward for a month. He right now was in a coma. George hasn't left his side since they brought them in. Mrs. Weasley tries to get him to go home but the stubborn twin won't leave his brother's side saying that he might wake up. George, when he was awake, would talk to his brother, about everything and anything. He would reminisce about the pranks they played, the birds they fancied, and the joke shop.

In the waiting room Mrs. Weasley walked up to a bushy-haired girl.

"Hermione, dear, would you please go see if you can get George out of that room. He won't leave Fred, and he always seems to listen to you. Can you see what you can do?"

"I'll try, Mrs. Weasley."

Hermione walked down the hall towards the room. She was nervous, and she had good reason to be. She fancied the twins. She wasn't sure she could see Fred lying the bed, unconscious, and keep it together. She used the little Gryffindor courage she had left and knocked on the door before entering.

George was leaning back, having jumped at the knock on the door, in his chair. His eyes never left his twin.

"George, you need to come with me. I'm going to take you home so that you can shower, eat, and sleep in a real bed." Her whispered words barely reached his ears.

George shook his head at her. She sighed and walked over to where he was sitting. Her hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed. Hermione could feel the tension in him and sighed again. She walked over to the bed where Fred laid. Hermione leaned down and kissed him on the forehead before hurriedly swiping at the tears falling from her eyes. She turned back to George and held out her hand.

"Come, George."

He didn't argue, just took her hand and stood up. They made it to the door before a noise behind them stilled their movements.