The curse was painful, he was actually surprised by that, but he shook off whatever it was and countered the next one. Seeing the redhead go for the door, he dropped all pretense of a clean capture and charged the younger man. Too bad wizards never got the hang of Rugby, it might have saved George the bruising fall of he'd known how to block.
Snatching the younger wizard's wand, he sat across his hips, holding him down with his weight. 'You need to fucking calm down and listen. Your brother is back. Some fucked up magic is bringing the dead back to life. Fred has a mole right here,' he tapped his finger against George's chest. 'Believe me I'm not the bad guy.' He winced as the razor thin cuts from the curse throbbed slightly.
'But if you don't believe me...' Flicking his wand he sent a message to all the Weasley siblings in the order, hoping one would answer.
George is back. I have him in my room, but he's a bit mental. Help? Jazz