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George…George…George…worthless. Couldn't save him. Lost your ear. Worthless. A waste of space. They're coming for you.
They know about you.
He knows that you took Angelina. He's ashamed of you.
Stupid. Stupid. Worthless.
Stupid.
George is scared to turn on his radio, because all he hears are the voices. But he does. He flicks the switch angrily and rashly and almost knocks the thing to the floor.
"Aurors have found the body of a former Death Eater. Another death, more to-"
Kill yourself. Do it. Take that knife and slit your wrists. Take your wand and say the spell. Go on. Do it. Kill someone else while you're at it. Go out with a show. Go on. Do it.
Waste of space. Worthless. Stupid. Couldn't save him even if you tried. You didn't even try. All your fault.
"-go, George. It's all your fault. It's all your fault. Couldn't save him. Can't save yourself. Nope. Useless." The radio spits out each word with contempt.
"Are you okay, George?" Angelina's face shows concern.
He frowns.
Walk away. She knows. They know. Worthless. Can't even talk to your wife. She's not supposed to be yours. You thief.
"Yeah."
No you're not. Be in control! You're in control.
No you're not.
"Okay," Angelina says, unconvinced. "An owl came for you."
They're coming for you. They know about you. Portkey inside. Gonna take you somewhere. Stupid.
Don't open it! Don't take it! Don't do it.
George takes the envelope from Angelina's outstretched hand.
Stupid. They know that you're here.
He rips the envelope open and unfolds the parchment.
Mr. Weasley:
We have found a buyer for Weasley's Wizard Wheezes at 50,000 galleons. Your Gingotts account will be credited after you sign this contract.
George doesn't bother to read the rest. He skips to the sign-your-name-here part but finds himself unable to sign.
Don't sign it. Don't do it. They'll get you. They're cheaters.
Greg furiously scrawls his name at the bottom.
His name turns gold, the parchment crumbles, and all that's left is a broken man.
Stupid. Why did you do that? Worthless. Idiot. You're a bastard that just sold your only source of income! Stupid.
"What was it about?" Angelina sets a dish of food before him and puts some roast beef on his plate.
George stares.
Poison. They're out to get you. Don't eat it.
George picks up his fork.
You'll have to eat it now. Idiot.
The food turns black. George wants to swipe the plate to the tiles with a crash and break it. But he doesn't. He puts his fork back down and speaks.
"I sold the shop."
Angelina sits down, shocked. "Really?"
"Yeah."
She doesn't want you anymore. She really loves him. Your mum doesn't even want you anymore. Not even your friends. Worthless. Why are you such a contamination?
Angelina looks nervous.
She's scared too. She's scared of them. Hah. You're worthless.
Be in control!
"I'm pregnant, George."
"What?"
"I'm pregnant."
"Oh."
George has paranoid schizophrenia. These illnesses are very scary and very real.
Please don't call people "schizos" to poke fun. It really isn't funny.
