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A Building Love by weasleytwinlover2011
Chapter 39 : Chapter 39
 
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Hey readers! Sorry I know I took ages to write this chapter but it's here now! Hope you enjoy Chapter 39...

"Harry you go now," yelled the voice of Remus Lupin as cracks sounded and different wizards apparated away.

Hermione's eyes widened in alarm. "I- no..."

"Hermione this is it," Ron yelled. "In or out? It's your call but if you're coming we need to go."

"I'm coming but I need a second," she shouted and the tears began to trickle down her cheeks.

"Hermione you have to go with him," George told her gripping her hands tightly with his own.

"I-I-..." she stammered.

Then the Death Eaters began to arrive and the chaos began. Spells, jinxes and curses echoed throughout the marquee.

"Hermione!" Harry and Ron screamed.

"Hermione I'm so sorry," George whispered pulling her into a tight hug. "Go, we'll see each other again soon."

"George I-I-..."

"Hermione be strong for me, like you always have been because you really need to be right now," he said softly.

"I'll come back, just for you,” she told him.

"When you get back there's something I've been meaning to tell you for a while," he told her the slightest trace of a smile on his face.

"Look after yourself and everyone," she whispered and kissed his cheek tears rolling off her eyelashes.

"Go," he whispered tears streaming down his own face.

"George!" Fred screamed as he stunned the Death eater who had raised their wand at his twin.

"Ron!" George shouted. "Look after them both! And yourself!"

Hermione ran to Harry and Ron with George close behind her.

"I'll miss you always," Hermione breathed releasing his hand and with a crack she'd vanished alongside Harry and Ron.

"George I..." Fred began.

"Save it mate. We've got bigger problems," he sighed as he sent another death eater crashing into a table. "Lee take Ginny!"

"Will do," Lee said grabbing her hand.

"Get inside. Floo to yours or something," Fred told him and watched as the pair ran inside.

Slowly the Death eaters vanished realising Harry was not there.

George sunk to the floor. "I'm never going to see her again, am I?"

"George," Fred said tentatively.

"Speak up Fred. I only have one ear don't forget," he said bitterly.

"Oh George," Fred sighed sitting beside him. "I'm sorry."

"I wish they'd let me go. The thought of the three of them out there all alone really hurts me. Ron, Hermione, Harry...they're not ready for this."

"They are George. They're going to be just fine," he said though his voice was strained.

"Where's Ginny?" coughed Charlie as George pulled him up from where he'd crashed against the wall from being disarmed.

"Told Lee to take her," Fred said.

"Ron?"

"He, Harry and Hermione are gone," George said gloomily turning and heading into the Burrow.

"George..." Fred began making to run after him but Charlie stopped him.

"Let him go," he sighed. "Let him go."

Meanwhile...

"Okay Hermione pull yourself together, you can't look suspicious," she muttered to herself mopping her eyes with her sleeve as she rummaged through the bag. "Here the cloak."

Having just changed into normal clothes in the alley way she threw the cloak over Harry and they went into a nearby coffee shop.

From there to Grimmauld place and from Grimmauld place to forest after forest.

Things had gone from bad to worse. Ron had abandoned them and they were still struggling to locate horcruxes and the sword of Gryffindor. Hermione's only consolation was the locket around her neck, the one which George had given her the sound of his voice whenever she put on the radio. She lay there in her bed the radio beside her echoing with Fred, George and Lee's voices.

River, Rodent and Rapier as they were codenamed but that meant nothing all she cared for were the three familiar voices speaking.

"And no word on Lightning but we're sure he's out there and doing well. As for Spiders and Brains we're also hoping and praying for them. We miss you all and can’t wait to see you again just like we know we will," George's voice rung.

"That's it for Potterwatch tonight, stay safe my friends," Lee said and then there was silence again. Hermione sighed and wiped her eyes. Words could not express how much she missed him and all of them. Harry watched her and sighed blaming himself for her pain and his own.

"Hermione..." he began.

"I-I'm fine," she lied.

"Hermione," he repeated moving and sitting beside her.

"I know. I'm sorry it's just the thought that I may never have the chance to tell him how I feel it breaks my heart and knowing I’ll most likely never see him again is killing me inside," she whispered.

"I understand Hermione," Harry told her softly. "I really do."

"Thanks," she murmured before getting to her feet. "My turn to stand guard."

"I'll do it," Harry offered.

"No I could use the fresh air," she said before grabbing her wand and marching outside. She sank beside a tree taking shallow breaths.

"George," she whispered to the empty space around her. "I love you," she shook with silent tears. “I miss you so much.”

 


Her heart was literally aching, she felt as if there was a weight on her chest that she couldn’t shift. She longed to see him, talk to him, hold him and after all this time she longed to kiss him. To feel his lips against hers and know he loved her the way she loved him.

 

 


“Mum,” George called.

“Yes, what is it dear?” Molly asked coming rushing in and seeing the twins stood trembling slightly with Fred holding a letter.

“It’s Ginny,” Fred murmured and she snatched the letter quickly and began to read.

“They’re torturing her,” George said.

“I’ll kill them,” Fred said darkly. “We have to go there. We have to take her out of school.”

“They won’t let us,” Molly sighed deeply tears filling her eyes. “My little girl.”

“Mum,” George said understandingly and hugged her. “She’s tough she’ll be fine.”

“Molly,” came the loud voice of Kingsley.

“Kingsley,” she nodded. “They’re waiting in the kitchen I’ll be there in a moment.”   

“You can come to the meeting today, if you want?” she told the twins.

“No thanks mum. The last meeting didn’t make me feel too much better about everything that’s going on,” George told her remembering the way his heart had sunk when a order member said he doubted Harry would return alive. 

“I’ll come,” Fred decided following his mum into the kitchen.

George sighed and left the Burrow he walked the grounds silently feeling more alone than ever before.

‘Is she even alive right now?’ he wondered to himself. ‘I can hear her breathing. I can feel the faint thump of her heart, her hand in mine and yet when I open my eyes it disappears. As if she never even existed.’

George didn’t want her to be just a memory and yet whenever he thought of her he thought of her in the past tense. George didn’t want her to be merely a part of his past he wanted her to be his entire future. He sunk to the floor thoughtlessly pulling blades of grass from the ground.

“Please come back Hermione,” he murmured. “Alive. Come back alive. I miss you so much. It’s not fair. I don’t understand how people outside of the family are just continuing their lives like nothing ever happened, like nothing’s happening. They make small talk and talk about Quidditch and stupid little things like that and I don’t understand. I don’t care. All I care about is you, my friends and my family. They tell me about all the good things happening in their lives like ‘Tonks had the baby’ but I don’t care about them being happy. I don’t mean to be rude but I don’t care. I do love Tonks and Lupin and I want to be happy for them but I can’t because I’m too sad. How can they act like life just goes on when my whole life is in ruins, when my world is crumbling, when my life is frozen in time? Maybe it’s just because my life doesn’t just go on. Not without you it doesn’t,” he spoke steadily ignoring tears that streamed down his face.  

“I’m talking to myself,” he realised aloud. “I’ve lost it.” 

“Sometimes talking to yourself can help,” came a familiar voice.

“Tonks?” he gaped at her. “Please don’t tell me you heard all of that?”

“I can pretend I didn’t if you wish,” she smiled at him.

“Yeah I’d appreciate that,” he nodded. “Why aren’t you at the meeting?”

“I was going then I heard you talking to yourself and decided I’d come see what was going on,” she explained.

“Why did you apparate so far away from the house?” he asked.

“I’ve been a bit off with my apparating since Teddy was born,” she laughed.

“Right,” George nodded. “How is Teddy?”

“Good I left him with my mum,” she told him.

“Cool,” George said uninterestedly. “Listen I’m sorry I am happy for you both about Teddy it’s just...”

“I understand George,” she told him. “It’s hard to be happy in times like these.”

 


 

 


“George!” she screamed turning on the spot her eyes scanning the large room as familiar and unfamiliar faces swarmed around her. Yells and screams echoed around her and her head swam with all the worst thoughts.

Then she saw him. Slumped on the floor, eyes closed. Her breath caught and a lump formed in her throat she struggled towards him through the crowds of people eyes focused on him all the while and not detecting even the slightest of rises or falls in his chest. Tears streamed down her face as she finally reached him.

Desperately she checked for a pulse but there wasn’t one. A terrible cry ripped from her body as devastation consumed her.

“No! No! No!” she screamed crying hysterically. “Please George! George wake up! Please! No George!”

She shook his limp body roughly as she shouted at him.”George please! George! GEORGE!”

“Hermione!” Harry yelled shaking her. She woke with a start sweating and panting. Her dream clung to her. “Hermione?”

“Oh Harry,” she sobbed throwing herself into his arms and sobbing relentlessly. “I-It was so h-horrible. George was- he was...”

“George is fine Hermione,” Harry promised her. “He’s fine it was just a dream. It’s okay.”

She nodded into his shoulder and continued to cry as Harry held her murmuring soothingly to her. 

 


 

 


George looked across at his sleeping twin and sighed silently as he swung his legs over the side of his bed. He slid his arm under the bed moving it slightly until he grabbed the handle to his backpack and tugged it out from underneath. Without making a sound he shrugged on a jacket, pocketed his wand and pulled on some shoes. He took out the note he’d written weeks ago from his bag and left it on his bed. He crossed the room silently taking a final glance at his twin before leaving and pulling the door shut behind him.

Fred jumped slightly as the sound of the door closing woke him. He glanced across at his twin’s bed to find it empty and a piece of parchment, which had been caught by the moonlight streaming into the room, on his pillow. Getting up quickly he read the note carefully.  

Dear Fred,

I’m so sorry but I can’t live like this. Sitting at home doing nothing whilst Ron, Hermione and Harry are out there. I’m going to find them. I don’t know how but I’m going to. I can’t stand being so helpless anymore. If I don’t make it back I just want you to know how much I love you. You’ve always been there for me and I’ll always appreciate that. You’re my twin and my best friend and I wouldn’t be the person I am to today if it wasn’t for you. You’re amazing and I hope you have the great life you deserve and that you’ll always be happy. Tell everyone I love them. Hopefully I’ll see you soon. Take care Fred. Please don’t cry.

Love George x

Tears spilled from Fred’s eyes as he finished reading and dripped onto the note. “No,” he said to himself shaking his head and grabbing his wand. He ran from the room, down the stairs and out of the Burrow. He could see his twin’s retreating form not too far away.

“George!” he shouted. “Don’t do this! Please don’t leave!”

“Fred,” he breathed turning back to see his twin running towards him. “I have to go.”

“No you don’t George,” Fred pleaded and saw his twin stop to apparate.

“I love you Fred. You’re my best friend,” George told him crying slightly. “But I have to go. Good bye.”

“NO!” Fred yelled pulling out his wand. “Petrificus totalus!”

George fell, frozen, to the floor. Fred ran to his twin and took his wand pocketing it. “I’m sorry George,” he whispered. “I can’t let you do this though.” He muttered the counter curse and George leapt to his feet raising his fist towards his twin who flinched. He dropped his fist quickly.

“You’re right,” he muttered shaking his head at himself. “I’m so sorry,” he said sadly.

“It’s ok George,” Fred told him hugging his twin tightly. “It’s going to be alright George.”

“I’m just so scared for her,” he whispered. “I hate just not knowing if she’s dead or alive.”

“I know,” Fred nodded.

“Why does this have to be so hard?” George asked.

“I wish it wasn’t,” Fred told him. “You’ll see her again George you just can’t lose hope.”

“Hope’s pretty much all I have left at this point,” George chuckled miserably.

“You’ve always got me, mate,” Fred told him and George nodded slowly.

“Thanks Fred,” he said smiling for the first time since Hermione, Ron and Harry had left.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it! As usual please leave a review because I love to hear from you and Steve the review box loves your reviews too!

You are all so amazing for reading and I can't thank you enough! Hope you continue to read and enjoy the story! Jenna :)
 


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