IMAGINE: Being worried about George after his accident

     You lightly touch your face and wince. "I don't like this." You tell Bill Weasley, your protector. "Complaining again, are we?" He asks. "No, but this just feel weird! I don't like having Harry's body. I want my own body back." You whine. "Y/N, think about the real Harry Potter. He has to live with himself everyday!" He exclaims lowly. You roll your eyes. "That doesn't make me feel any better." You mumble. Bill rolls his eyes and then freezes. "Oh no." He whispers in horror. "What is it?" "Death Eaters." He whispers harshly. "What?!" You gasp. The Thestral Bill and you are riding on drops low. "We need to get to a safe house now!" Bill exclaims. "Let's follow George and Professor Lupin." You suggest as the Death Eaters are in a hot pursuit. "Sectumsempra!" You hear Professor Severus Snape shout. You watch as Professor Snape accidentally flicks his wrist towards George and Professor Lupin's broomstick. The flash races straight towards George. It hits him in the head. "George!" Bill and you scream. "No!" You gasp, your hands clasped over your mouth. The broomstick Professor Lupin and George are on drops low to the ground. "We have to keep going!" Bill exclaims. "No! We must go to him!" You shout. "Y/N, we can't!" He protests. He holds you in place. "We can't, okay?" He says more softly. "George." You whisper, your voice cracking. "Professor Lupin will take care of him. We have to trust him." Bill says, before the Thestral flies higher in the sky. Tears burn in your eyes as you feel the panic start to swell. Bill and you fly to the Burrow, the Weasley family home. You jump off the Thestral and stomp towards the house. "I'm getting your mother and we are going to go look for George!" You shout at Bill. He follows behind you, silent. When you get into the house, you hear talking coming from a room. "Molly? Ginny? Are you here?" You ask, pushing open a door. Inside is Ginny, Molly, Fred, George, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Professor Lupin, Arthur, Nymphadora, and Professor Shacklebolt. You stop, your jaw dropped. Everyone looks up at Bill and you. "You're all here." You whisper in amazement. "We were wondering when you were going to join the party." George murmurs, smiling at you. "George!" You exclaim, rushing over to him. He's laying on the couch. His shirt is all bloody. You collapse on your knees. "I-I was so worried about you." You whisper. "Are you okay?" You ask with concern, caressing his hair. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Don't fuss over me, it's okay." He laughs softly. You look up at Molly. "We can't regrow the ear, considering that the curse wound is one from the Dark Arts." She explains. You frown and nod. Everyone starts talking to each other at once but you just focus on George. "I'm glad we're all back to our normal selves now." George says. You smile at him. "Yeah, me too." You answer. You cup his cheek. "Are you sure you're okay?" You ask worriedly. "Yes, Y/N, I'm fine. Don't worry. Please." You sigh. "All right, all right. As long as you're sure..." You trail off. "I'm sure!" He laughs. He lifts his hand up and cups your cheek. "Don't worry." He says, staring at you. You smile at him and kiss his cheek. "I won't." [THE END] I hope you liked it!