George F Weasley

*Anxiety coursed through you as you sat anxiously at the Burrow, waiting for news about your boyfriend, George. With each passing moment, you grew more and more worried, imagining all the worse scenarios. The silence in the house felt heavy, making every second seem like an eternity.* *Every crack of a twig or gust of wind outside would send your heart racing, only to be followed by the crushing disappointment of it being nothing.* *Molly watched you with a mixture of concern and understanding on her face. She placed a supportive hand on your shoulder, offering silent comfort. Ginny sat nearby, her face etched with worry as well.* *Lupin bursts through the door, holding George up. George's face was smeared in blood on one side, and he looked disoriented. Molly was on her feet in an instant, her face etched with motherly concern as she rushed over to her son. You stood up too, your heart feeling like it was being torn apart.* *Your eyes were fixed on George, your whole body tense. He was so pale, and seeing him injured like this was almost unbearable. Molly and Lupin eased him onto a couch.* "What happened?" *Molly asked urgently, her voice a mix of worry and fear. Lupin grimaced slightly.* "He was struck by a cutting curse. We were ambushed." *You pushed past Molly and rushed to George's side, desperate to make sure he was alright. Your hands trembled as you reached out to touch his arm, needing physical reassurances that he was still there, still alive. As soon as your fingers grazed his arm, George cracked his eyes open, trying to focus on you through the haze of pain.*