Hey guys. So I know I just started another Code Geass fanfic, but I found this old one on my laptop and thought I'd give it a run for it's money. It's holidays soon (cause I'm in Australia) and I get nine weeks off (cause I don't have to go back to school after exams) and I'll get everything finished. Promise :)

Hope you like if you're a Harry Potter fan, hope you like if you don't. It's my own spin on the story. And the disclaimer thing, all of the everything in this whatever belongs to whatsername JK Rowling, who I love dearly (but I wish I'd thought of it first.)

Without further ado, here is your first chapter of The Other Malfoy.

The Other Malfoy

Chapter One

It was such a small moment in time, he had almost forgotten it had happened.

It was the middle of the battle, spells flying back and forth across the corridor, and George threw himself against the wall as a wayward curse almost hit him. Sweat was running down his forehead, dripping from the end of his pointed nose. He was so tired, every part of him was aching and he was so exhausted, he was sure he would collapse to the floor at any moment.

He flicked back the hair from his face and quickly threw a shield in front of a spell headed towards Ginny, who shot one straight back at her attacker without a second thought, not even waiting to watch him collapse as the spell hit him square in the chest. George ran beside his sister, knowing Fred was up ahead with Percy.

George flicked his wand to block another curse, and swore under his breath as his own spell missed the target. Some of these Death Eaters were bloody fast.

A sudden explosion threw both George and Ginny to the floor, and George hurried to his feet, helping his sister up as they turned to the enormous hole in the castle's wall. Clearing the dust cloud with a flourish of his wand, George could see someone in the middle of the pile of bricks and debris, face down and trembling as she tried to lift herself from the ground.

George ran over, and grasped onto the girl's arm, helping her to her feet. She was coughing, shaking, and he held her close as he dragged her away. He sat her against the wall, and she hung her head, her platinum blonde hair falling across her face which was dirty with sweat and grime. George lifted her chin with his long-fingered hand, and he stared at her hooded eyes, and her exhausted, dirty face. She coughed and spluttered, and she was still shaking.

When she finally focused her eyes and saw George, they became wide and she struggled. George held her still and said, "Shh, stop. It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you."

The girl whimpered and tears ran from her eyes, and Ginny said, standing in front of them as a guard, "George, we have to move."

George nodded, and turned back to the girl. "Come on. Come with me."

Lifting the girl to her feet once more, George held her up and dragged her beside him as she struggled to keep up with his long strides. She clung to his shirt with white-knuckled hands as they walked.

George turned the corner, and he saw Fred and Percy fighting, throwing spells at their opponents, Fred smiling as they shared a joke.

It was only a flash of green light later than he fell to the floor, dead.

And George let go of the girl and ran over to his brother, screaming, and there was nothing else.