And now I take over

by Himikochan12

He loved Aaron, as much as someone could give, and Fred knew as well that she was giving all she could. And he left her. But what happens when a certain jealous brother finds his chance after the death of Fred? DH SPOILERS OOTP, DH and beyond. R&R Please!

Well hello, and welcome to my pretty little Prologue. Yes, not much, is it? After reading so many amazing stories on fanfiction, I decided to write my own.Its a simple story: consisting of the Weasley twins, (I'll get to the Disclaimer in a moment, dear) and an OC, Aaron Ramer.If the Summary wasn't enough, (Only 255 characters? Aww, really now.) Its basically about Fred who loves a girl, who loves him just as much in return, and George, left to watch on the sidelines. But then again, George had ALWAYS liked this girl just as much as his twin did...Well, please R&R, and hopefully through school time, (And with enough Reviews! I'm counting on you lot!) I will have the time to update! Thanks and enjoy!Disclaimer: Unfortuantly, I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters that are mentioned in this story. Fortuantly, I do own Aaron Ramer! COPYWRITEEEE.Any other sorts of coincidences to HP and JK Rowling, that will upset the evil trackers that jump out of monitors and slit throats, I DO NOT OWN IT!
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PROLOGUE:

"Fred...?" I heard myself ask, my voice distant and weak.
"You had me so worried," a voice echoed, and I knew for sure it really was Fred tousling my hair. There was a moment's pause in which I groaned; my head was throbbing painfully. In the heat of the moment it hadn't felt like I had hit my head that hard.
"Am I dead?" I asked quietly. I had no intention of opening my eyes; there was something telling me I would see something I didn't like. A deep, nervous chuckle told me something was wrong, but I didn't push it.
"No, you're not dead," Fred answered. I didn't answer. So I wasn't pushing it, so it would seem to Fred. But as I laid there, holding the awkward silence in my ears, I knew I would soon hear the troublesome truth.
"Aaron..." There it was. Right there. The: 'I-have-to-tell-you-something,' voice, which led me to once again, hold my tounge. If a moments silence had already driven Fred over the edge, making him feel that he had to tell me, then another moments silence would end it quickly.
"I'm George."
I opened my eyes. "What?" I didn't try and hold back the hiss in my voice. But as I caressed the boy leaning over me with my eyes, his hair framing a pale, tear stained face, I felt myself soften for him."George?" I asked, sitting up. It was then I realised I had broken my left arm. Thankful that it wasn't my sporting right arm, I pulled myself to my feet, George lifting himself as well."If you're George ... where's Fred?"
George bit his lip uncomfortably, and the way his eyes held a small glint to them made my stomach tighten. "He's dead."
And I felt myself falling into a never ending spiral, and before I knew it, I was running as fast and as hard as I could down the crumbling hallway.