Author: Lizzy "the monster" O'Connor
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, that's J.K. Rowlings. I'm just borrowing for non-profitable reasons.
Title: Not So Identical
Summary: Nobody noticed. Fred is the one they notice, so they think I'm just like him; happy and carefree. I can't be like him when I'm scared of everything around me.
Rating: M
As in be careful if you're in here and under 13. This may shock and corrupt you. :) I don't care if you're underage and reading, just don't whine to me if you think it's disgusting.
Pairings and Possible Pairings: Fred/George, Marcus/George, Oliver/George (one of those maybe), Hermione/Krum, Bill/George (don't even ask lol), Harry/Ginny, Fred/Angelina etc. (I may add more as the story progresses)
Warnings:
1. The words "fuck, shit, damn, cunt, bloody, wanker, etc" will be used in this fanfiction. It doesn't have to be in THIS chapter, but it may show up. If you don't like it, LEAVE.
2. There will be slash. As in gay relationships, kissing, touching, poking, prodding, etc. Sexual or romantic relationships between two or more male characters. Again, don't like then leave. We'll both be better off.
3. Eventual twincest. As in twin + incest. Fred and George. It may or may not appear, but if you have any bad feelings against this than either try it or find something else to read. The incest in general may just POP out at you. Randomly, I might add.
Now this will be set in the time of the fourth movie. Fred and George are sixteen year old sixth years (nice..lol). Yes, when they have long hair. Just letting you know now.
And also, the Triwizard Tournament is not happening in my story. After the Quidditch Cup, it's different.
Let the fic BEGIN (and if I missed something in my warnings or such please don't hesitate to tell me what).
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The Quidditch World Cup was a disaster. Death eaters left and right, avada kadavra here, crucio there. George was starting to think that when he'd lost Fred and Ginny that he'd gone to hell.
George wiped at the makeup covering his face, knowing that otherwise the tear tracks on his cheeks would be way too obvious, and when he found Fred he'd laugh at him. If he found Fred. And Ginny, Ron, Dad, and Harry and Hermione of course but he really wanted to find Fred. He just wanted this to stop.
He ran faster through the crowds of people struggling to get away and back to their family, friends, whoever they'd been with. He was so scared. Suddenly he felt like he was being stabbed with a thousand knives and screamed, falling to the ground in pain. The cruciatus curse. Then it stopped and he panted on the ground, breathless from the attack. Luckily, he'd just been a random victim.
He got back to his feet and stumbled a few steps, still feeling like the air was knocked out of him, and took off running, desperate to find his siblings. But he figured Ron was okay, but then again..
"Fred! Ginny! Ron!! Somebody!" George yelled, unheard to even himself over the screams of others being tortured or cries of fear. He tripped over someone, looking at them he saw someone familiar. A girl from school. It was obvious she was dead from the blood running from her nose, her eyes, and her mouth.
Tears ran down his face in torrents and he got back to his feet, shaking. 'What if Fred is dead? Or Ginny? Or Dad?' he thought, looking around for any sign of his family. Nothing.
George fell to his knees in tears. "Somebody..." he sobbed, arms wrapped around himself, green and white makeup smudged all over his face and hands. 'What if they're all hurt...or dead.."he thought pessimistically, whimpering pitifully at the thought. "Noo, no, no.."he moaned, getting back to his feet and rubbing at his face with his shirt, noting that his pants were ripped from ankle to thigh. "I-I can't just give up and cry.."he muttered, looking around again. The unspoken thought being, 'What would Fred think of me if I did?"
He was alone now, he noticed. Everybody was gone and it was silent as the air around him. "Fred!! Ginny!!" he called while he had the chance, before everything became loud again. But he wondered when it had gone quite and everyone had disappeared. "Someone!!" he yelled, louder than before and making his voice hoarse. There was no way he'd be able to yell loud again. He coughed hard.
"CRUCIO!!!"
George screamed as the feeling of knives hit him again and fell back, head hitting the ground with a loud crack. "Stop!"he croaked, twisting in agony. His attacker cackled at his suffering and strung it along, longer and longer until George felt as if he would go completely insane from the pain. "P-Ple-ase.."he forced out. It kept on until he let out a bloodcurdling scream that could've made a deaf man flinch. It must have been five or ten minutes (but felt like years) and when the curse stopped, he curled up on himself, breathing shallowly.
"Nothing but a young Weasley...heheh, pity..he was breaking too fast."the death eater said, more to herself than anyone else before making a loud cracking noise as she disapparated who knows where. George sobbed. 'I need to stop..can't act like..like a wimp.."he thought, wiping at his mess of a face and sitting up. He winced at the dull ache left in his body and stared around the burning campgrounds. There was no one.
"George!" he heard Fred calling him in the distance. "F..F..." George tried to call back but found that his voice was too hoarse from screaming earlier. 'Noo!!! FRED!!!'he cried in his head, scrambling to his feet. "F...Fred!"he coughed and fell to his knees. 'Noo...Fred..I'm over here..'
"GEORGE!" George looked up again to see his twin running toward him and grinning. "Fred..."he gasped when Fred yanked him to his feet and hugged him tight. "Hey, where'd you disappear to, you prat?!" Fred hissed, pulling away and punching him in the arm hard. George moaned in pain and almost fell back to his knees, but pretended it hadn't hurt. He wanted to say that he'd gotten lost with a bunch of other people. He wanted to tell Fred that he was hurt. He wanted to tell him he was scared out of his bloody mind, but all that came out of his mouth was a shaky, "I-I don't know.."
Fred glared at him. "Fucking prat. C'mon then, let's go find the others. And don't worry, Ginny's home with Mum. I made sure of that!" Fred laughed but then started studying him carefully. "Oi, what happened to you, mate. You look like hell." George grinned sheepishly. "I..I tripped a lot. Sweat too."he said softly, starting to find the ground quite interesting. Fred took it. "Alright than. Scared me for a minute, Forge. Haha! Well, c'mon you cack-handed(1) chap!" George followed quietly. He would never tell Fred anything that happened. Ever.
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1. Cack-handed: someone who is clumsy
This is just the prologue. Tis why it's short. No worries though, I usually try and make my chapters between 2000 and 3000 words. lol Well, review please. :)