Summary: Fred is ashamed of his twin. This makes George sad. Someone comes to comfort George. So far a oneshot.
Yes I know 'This makes George sad'. A 'well DUH' comes in.
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. Seriously, not even my Bubble Tape.
Warnings: Uh, Homosexuality and close brother relationship? Depression and an almost suicide (not the most serious story my bad) Not the worst thing to me but if you don't like that, bye!
George's POV
Why does he have to hate me? I thought it wouldn't matter. Because I'm his brother...his twin. Why did it have to end like this? Why did I tell him? I'm so stupid. I can't live without my twin. My best friend.
I lay back on the cold, wet ground and raise my wand and start to utter the words that would put an end my suffering.
"Avada-"
"George, don't do it."
I look up, shocked and confused.
"Ron?..."
He sits down next to me and takes my wand from my hand, laying it on the ground. He then lays next to me and stares up at the early morning sky.
"Don't you love dawn?"
I have to ask, else I'll go mad. Though maybe I already have.
"What do you know?"
He looks over at me with a sad, pitying look on his face. I hate that look more than anything.
"What do you know, Ron?"
He sighs and tells me, "Fred told me everything...I don't care that you're gay. You're my brother."
"Tell that to him." I hiss, turning away from him and feeling my pain fall from my eyes in torrents, sobs breaking from my chest. I hear movement next to me and figure he's leaving. It doesn't matter, I don't need anyone. But then I'm shocked to feel an arm around me from behind.
"It's ok, George...it's ok.."he whispered, tightening his grip around torso, though I was bigger than him.
I didn't understand. Why did he care, when my own twin didn't? When he never really liked me, not that I'd helped much in the past, in the first place. I was so confused. But I felt my sobs calming and tears slowing to drops instead of river. I turned and faced him.
"What am I supposed to do then?" I asked calmly, as calmly as I could considering the condition I was in, and turned slightly to face him. Ron closed his eyes for a minute, and when he opened them, he smiled.
"Go back to the way you were. A happy prankster bent on the torture of other human beings, for laughter and fun. Just one difference. You don't have a stick up your arse like Fred and Percy."he said, smiling broadly. At first I thought he was crazy, but when I thought about it...it sounded..right.
"That could work. Ok then ickle Ronniekins." I called him, giving him my best evil grin. I sat up and stared up at the bright sky.
"How did the sun rise so fast?"
"You're the sun."
Authoress notes: I meant for Lee to come instead of Ron, but I just sort of got in that. It seems a little sappy to me but it'll have to do...and I'm pretty sure Ron is NOT in character. Oh well. I don't know. It's already sappy --...It would've been sappier with Lee, but there'd be kissing. Hehehe..Well review. Flames will be used to burn my brothers.
P.S. This is to be set in Fred and George's fifth year (Harry, Ron, and Hermione in third year). I know. Awkward. If you don't like it then you can think of it as another time.