Introduction.
-Fred... Fred... No...NOOO! FRRRREEEEEED!-A red haired teenager, in torned clothes and wholly filled in bleeding bounds ran as hell between corpses starting to rotten... It was so grotesque... But they had to fight with all their might and some people unfortunately failed.
He bumped into a corpse looking his clone and fell over him crying, getting in the way of some stunned red-heads who didn't see that one coming... He felt his soul teared appart, he wouldn't be himself ever again... Fred wasn't going to come back and left him all alone... George was fulfilled in his blood... And Fred was being fulfilled in tears... It was such a heartbreaking moment.
Years passed by, and he was married with Angelina and made two children in the way. But he knew he was taking in the place of his brother... But he wanted that even if it wasn't making him happy, he felt that in this way Fred would live inside him. George loved Fred just too much... When he was looking his family portraits or photos, He would look at Fred and ask him what to do... And when he was fucking Angelina, faking his excitement... He thought of Fred fucking her. Even she would moan Fred's name... Sometimes she would call him Fred while talking... He touched where his missing ear should be. The only difference between them... George identity was dissappearing slowly, while Fred was taking his place... George was slowly dying.
The next first of April arrived without delay and It was their birthday... His birthday, so he went out the balcon, looking at the high sky line... Since Fred wasn't there, all his birthdays were filled with pain, tears, suicidal thoughts and existencial doubts... A star was falling from the sky...
-Fred... Please... Come back... Come back home... Come back home...-He got on his knees and started to cry.
His son, Fred, approached him as quick a he saw George crying with a bottle, a feather and a papyrus holded in his tiny hands.
-Dad, please stop crying! I may have the solution to your problem!- His son grinned widely, giving him the crystal bottle carefully.
George tried to hide the tears as he could, he didn't want to make his child sad. -What is this, sweetheart?- he tried to smile, failing creepily.
-Well, you know, there is this muggle legend...-
-Muggle legend?-
-Or tail, whatever... It says the sea carries all your wishes, but they must be pure wishes, you cannot wish something greedy just for fun or the sea will punish you!
- Oh... It sounds just so cool honey... -He patted his son's head, faking his interest a bit to not hurt his child's feelings, since he tried all methods he could think off wishing his twin to come back.- Please, tell me all about it and remove that worried look of yours!-
-Well, with this feather you have to write down your wish in this papyrus and enter said papyrus in the bottle. Then, the bottle must be thrown at the wide sea...-
-Haha... Well, sweetie, it must be time we four go have some sea vacations, don't you think so?
The waves were crashing against the cold air...In London the Easter arrived in a still freezing weather, but George didn't feel like getting back his words about spending their holidays at the sea. And he was glad he did. He went to Mojacar, a Spanish beach. The water was so hot and the Sun burned his skin so enticingly! He was walking all alone at night, following the empty line coast, with a bottle in his hands. When George heard his son Fred telling about that muggle legend, he just thought it would be a silly and worthless method as the rest he tried out, but in his heart and mind he started to develope a new hope... The last bit of hope. He was at the edge.
George looked at the sea side. So calm. The sand in his feet was so soft and warm, as a rug... It smelled like salty fish. He realized it was just two seconds to midnight and threw the bottle to the sea, and with it all his strength, he got dismayed there, his wet face showing all his suffering.
He woke up in a cold hospital room, being shaked by Angelina.- Fred! Fred! Not again! Please! Wake up! FREEEEED!-
-I'm George...- He whispered feebly, still half asleep. -Fred... I miss you so much...- And Morpheus kidnapped him one time more.
Many days, weeks, two whole months... And he still was recluded in his St. Mungo room. His beloved children would visit him two or three times a week, but Angelina didn't come again since the day George told her he wasn't Fred, something he shrugged instantly, is more: He felt relieved he didn't need to fake. That morning, he received an owl, with some divorce papers hanging on its beak. He wrote his signature in all of them and laid once again on the hospital bed. He started to feel freelier... And happier. He was starting to recover his identity, his life... -It wasn't what I wish... But... I feel It's going to come true-.
He finally went out of that prison and came back to Mojacar with his children. One night, while he standed in the beach all alone( as usual lately), an earthquake began to shake in an unusual strength and a voice rumbled in his head. -I regret so much killing Fred...- The ground on his feet teared appart and he felt off.
-George... George... Can I sleep with you...? M-my bed got wet... I-it wasn't me, I promess!
Hello! I'm Ana and I'll be just a shitty twincest fangirl the author leading this trip. I know, you all might be now with your knives pointing at me asking why the hell I wrote just some lines and call it a chapter. So before stabbing at me mind this is an introduction! Longer chapters will follow! Promess! Also, English is not my first language so may feel sometimes I just copied-pasted some Translate-Google shit! But no, it's just my grounded English level, so feel free to punch the shit out of my grammar in the reviews! Have a nice day, afternoon or night! See you soon!