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Chapter one Georges Pov
Fred and I were waiting in the park not far from Mrs Figg's house. She had claimed that it would be better not to go near the Dursleys as they hated witches and wizards and it would be a bad idea to go near them just in case. We had listened to her as she knew them way better than we did. Considering I had only seen Mr Dursley and no one else, we didn't risk it. Also from what Harry had said about his guardians, we didn't want to get him into trouble so he would be hurt.
" Where do you reckon he is?" I asked Fred worriedly. He hadn't turned up and we had been waiting for ages, and I didn't want Harry to be hurt. He had reluctantly let me know how bad his guardians were as well as me seeing his memories of them. I didn't want any of them near my Harry. If he was hurt, I would be furious at them.
" I have no idea he was meant to be here for ten." Fred replied biting his lip anxiously.
" I know and its twelve already." I said. I was panicking inwardly. I needed to see Harry, and if he wasn't allowed out, there had to be some reason that he wasn't allowed out. They better not have hurt him kept running through my mind, as well as what could have happened to him, and none of them seemed promising.
" Do you reckon his uncle is making him do chores?" I asked, trying to reassure myself.
" Maybe."
" Shall we go and see if Mrs Figg will go around and see if she will pop round?" Fred asked a few minutes of silence later.
" Yes lets go." I said, glad to be doing something that might help Harry.
We ran to Mrs Figg's and knocked on the door but there was no reply. We kept trying for five minutes, yet there was still no reply and we moved and slumped down on her wall, trying to think of what we should do. Dad wasn't picking us up until five and Mrs Figg had gone out. We wasn't allowed to do magic outside of school, and if we did, Harry would probably get the blame for it. How were we meant to find Harry? We had no idea where 4 Privet Drive was and we needed to see him. I was worried for him.
" Shall we go see if we can see him?" Fred asked.
" Good thinking, but we don't know where Privet Drive is."
" We'll find it."
We wondered around and it didn't take long until we saw a sign indicating that we were on Privet Drive. We walked down the street and when we saw number 4 we gazed into the window discreetly. There was a humongous fat kid in the living room pigging out on a large tub of ice cream. The sun was heating the back of our necks uncomfortably, and I really needed a drink, but I wanted to see Harry more. I could tell that Harry wasn't too far from us, but something was blocking us from each other, and I knew that had to mean he was in the house.
We couldn't see Harry though. We slumped down at the side of the kirb trying to come up with a plan. We couldn't knock on the door, as that would get Harry in trouble, and I knew what would happen then. I was still furious at Dumbledore for making my 'Ry go back to a place where it was probable that he would get abused. A few minutes later the fat kid stood up as a group of four boys walked to the door. He got up and greeted them before walking outside and they came over to us. The fat kid that I knew had to be Harry's cousin wobbled as he walked.
" Ooh identical twins. Hmm what are you staring at?" One of them asked.
" Him, he's a humongous whale." Fred said.
I had a feeling that it was probably not the best thing to say. The whale of Harry's cousins face turned bright red and he turned to his little posse. They nodded at him and then turned back to us. I felt sick seeing the whale. Harry had come to Hogwarts last year rake thin and he looked as if one puff of wind would have blown him away and there was this kid who was obviously being overfed and smothered in love, when my Ry had not even known what he was meant to do when someone hugged him. I could feel fury erupting in the pit of my stomach and I tried to swallow it down, before I did something that I wouldn't regret but what I would get in too much trouble for, as well as Ry getting in trouble for it.
" I think we teach these gingers how to respect their superiors." Harry's whale cousin said.
" I hope you don't mean yourselves." Fred commented.
" Er Fred." I said, wanting to get away from them, as I was a minute off punching the lights out of the whale.
" One second George." He said impatiently.
" Wait Fred and George oh this is perfect." Harry's cousin said.
" Why's that?" I asked staring at him, wondering whether he knew about Harry and I.
" You're the queers boyfriend George aren't you."
" So what if I am and don't call him a queer." I replied clenching my fists so hard that my nails were digging deep enough into my palm to draw blood.
" I think you really need to be taught a lesson." He said raising his fists,laughing.
What the hell was with this guy?
" How do you know us anyway?" Fred asked curiously.
" That freak headmaster sent a letter saying we had to let the little freak see you."
" So where is he then?" Fred asked defensively.
" Oh you think he would be allowed out." The whale laughed.
" Oh and don't call him a freak." Fred growled angry that anyone would call his 'little brother' a freak.
" What a joke." The whale laughed with his posse joining in. They hadn't input before, and I realised the fact that the whales cousin was gay had never been said in front of them.
It was then that Fred and I decided it was a great idea to run and we legged it back to the park. We lost them half way there as they were too slow to catch us. Wood had made us do running and we were all really fast now. We collapsed onto the swings at the park. We waited a few moments catching our breath before we began speaking again.
" Merlin that kid was fat." Fred laughed.
" I know but I can't believe they are calling Harry a queer." I growled.
" Or a freak."
We were both fuming at the fact that his fat cousin had said such things about Harry my boyfriend and Fred's honoury little brother. We spent most of the time swinging on the swings until three o'clock where we went to a shop down the road. Harry had spent time explaining muggle money to us. He knew that Dad would give us some for when we came to visit him, and I had planned on buying Harry some food, wanting him to eat, knowing that the Muggle's wouldn't feed him.
We walked in and bought some fizzy pop and some jelly beans. They weren't like bertie botts though. These had only nice flavours but they were normal ones like watermelon, banana, strawberry, raspberry, blueberry and a few more. They were nice though. I sighed in relief as I drank, but I was still tremendously worried about my Harry. How did I know if he was okay? What would happen if he wasn't?
It was just past five when Dad came and got us. He apparated to Mrs Figg's house as she had given him permission to and he came along the road ten minutes later and waved us over to him. He seemed to be looking around for someone, and I realised he probably expected Harry to see us off.
" Where's Harry?" He asked confused.
" I don't know we haven't seen him at all." Fred told him.
" What he didn't turn up?"
" No according to his cousin who chased us he wasn't allowed." I told him.
" I will get Dumbledore to owl them." He said frowning slightly.
" Thanks Dad."
" Come on lets get home."
" Alright."
He checked for muggles but there weren't any and we hid behind a large slide and apparated away. We got home and had tea before we went to bed. I was glad with the fact that Dumbledore was going to owl them to make sure he was let out. I really wanted to see him, so badly. I missed him and it had only been the day before when I had seen him, but worry was ever present biting at my heart and mind. I knew he couldn't be okay, it didn't seem like he would be, and it was worrying me tremendously.
Harry's Pov
I wasn't allowed out. Professor Dumbledore had owled the Dursley's but that made them even angrier. They didn't want the neighbours to see a 'freaky creature' coming near the house. They said my freakishness wasn't allowed in the house. However the owl from Dumbledore had made it worse. I was worried what would happen to George if I didn't see him for ages, I didn't want him to cry. It had been bad enough for three days, how was it going to be after four?
It was the first day of the holidays when it arrived at seven o'clock in the morning. I was meant to be meeting Fred and George in the park at ten and I was awake and couldn't wait to get out of the house. Well I hoped. I had a feeling that Uncle Vernon might not let me and I so so wanted to. I wanted to see George and Fred, and make sure they were both okay.
" BOY!"
I ran down the stairs. The curtains in the living room was closed and Uncle Vernon closed the door behind me. His face was near enough purple and a vein was throbbing in his temple and his eyes were narrowed in hatred. Inwardly I was panicking, but I tried not to let it show. He hated it when I showed my emotions, it just made him angrier.
" Why am I getting letters about you?" He growled.
" I don't know sir." I lied.
" Well shall we see what it says?"
" Erm..."
" Dear Mr Dursley,
I am writing regarding your nephew Harry. On the first day of his schooling Harry found his soul mate a boy named George Weasley. The soul bond means that if the two of them are kept apart for a certain amount of time it can cause them pain. Because of this I believe it would be best if you let Harry out of the house everyday at half past nine so he can meet George and his twin brother Fred in the park so that the bond is not harmed in the slightest.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Albus P.W.B Dumbledore" Uncle Vernon read.
" Er..."
" So freak you have a boyfriend? Your queer?" He said a light glinting in his greedy narrow eyes.
I didn't reply, knowing it would fuel his anger.
" Answer me!" He screamed.
" Yes sir." I said quietly.
" Well this is not good enough." He said eyes flashing.
I gulped. I had a feeling what this would entail, and my hands started shaking. I clenched my fists trying to stop them. I didn't want to get hurt. I hated him so much, and I could feel the fear brimming in my stomach and I didn't want it to. I wanted to not be scared of him, but my magic was useless while I was not at school.
" What do you mean sir?" I asked.
" I think we need to beat this abnormality out of you as well."
" Please sir don't..." I begged.
He laughed. He took off his belt after kicking my legs out from under me and making me fall face first and smash my glasses which cut around my eyes painfully making me gasp and him angrier. He took his belt and whipped me across the back. Again and again the belt hit me with the metal part in my back and I writhered with the unbearable pain I felt.
I screamed with the pain I felt. It was unbearable. I hated it. I whimpered pitifully and he laughed before hitting me again and again. It was painful. He then started stamping on my legs and arms. My legs I could tell were bruised but I felt my wrist snap painfully. I screamed slightly, and it only made him angrier. I screamed again.
I screamed once more and he picked up some cloth and shoved it in my mouth so I couldn't breath or scream. He continued hitting me until he stamped on my face and everything went dark.
I woke up hours later being forced down stairs. I was made to cook dinner for them and it was incredibly painful. Especially considering how I had to use my broken wrist a lot. Each movement made my back ache with pain and I had to refrain from whimpering. I was in so much pain, and I wanted George to comfort me, but I realised how stupid I really was. George wouldn't always be able to be there for me. I needed to stand up for myself, I was a Gryffindor, yet when he glowered down at me, I could never do it.
" Oi freak guess who I saw today." Dudley said boasting.
I knew better than to answer knowing it would make them angry at me. He didn't wait for an answer anyway and just carried on talking. If they were any angrier than they already were, there was a chance that I wouldn't have both my legs working in the next three weeks. I knew they didn't care what Wizards and Witches thought of them, as long as the neighbours didn't think bad of them.
" It was your freak boyfriend and his twin."
I paled hoping to Merlin and God that Dudley hadn't harmed them in anyway. It would be my fault if they did. Please let them be alright. I pleaded in my head over and over again. If they were hurt, I knew the guilt would eat away at me, and I wasn't going to tell anyone, so they could reassure me that it wasn't my fault when I saw them again. It just wasn't something I would do.
" They ran off but I will get them next time." He said proudly.
Oh Merlin he meant tomorrow when they came again. I knew there was no chance I would be allowed go out tomorrow especially as of the fact that I would look abused as I do and they didn't want the neighbours to know knowing it would make them look bad. I knew that if the neighbours found out they would hurt me more, unless someone rang the police.
" When they come tomorrow." He laughed.
" That a boy Dudley. You get those freaks." Uncle Vernon laughed.
" I will Dad don't worry."
" I know you will lad."
" They both gingers as well." Dudley said, as if it was something really bad to be. I felt more fury erupt in my stomach, so I swallowed it down, and stared at my feet.
" Gingers are they."
" Yes Dad."
" Just like the freaks mother isn't that right Pet?" Uncle Vernon asked Aunt Petunia.
" Yes Vernon." Aunt Petunia answered.
George's Pov
The next day we went again. We waited in the park once more, and nothing happened. By two in the afternoon there was still no sign of Harry and I was feeling on the verge of tears. I needed Harry. I wanted to make sure he was okay, but there was no chance I could, not at least until he was safe. We managed to successfully avoid the whale and his gang and we went home around three after flooing Dad at work and telling him not to come and pick us up.
We got home and I sat down on the sofa. Ginny was out at Luna's and Ron was in trouble and degnoming the garden. Percy had locked himself in his room and Dad was at work and Mum was out shopping. Percy would be keeping an eye out on Ron through the window. I was so annoyed at the Dursley's how dare they keep my Harry locked up and not let me see him, I knew that Harry wouldn't purposely keep himself away, as we talked about it and I had made sure that he knew how important he was to me.
Fred walked off upstairs and I just buried my head into the sofas arm. Percy came down a few minutes later with Fred. Fred seemed to have explained the situation to him. He sat down next to me and pulled me into a hug which surprised me. This was unlike Percy really. He never hugged anyone, not even Mum or Dad. He preferred his own space away from everyone else.
" How you feeling George?" He asked.
" I miss Harry." I said trying to control the shakes I could hear in my voice.
" I know but I am sure you'll see him tomorrow." He said, trying to sound reassuring.
" I hope so." I whispered.
" Fred hold George a second." Percy said.
" Alright."
Fred pulled me into a hug and Percy came back a few minutes later with a potion for me. He passed it to me and motioned for me to drink it. I did so and immediatly felt drowsy. What had they given me? I hadn't even thought to ask what it was before. My eyes fluttered closed and I opened them again, trying to get the wait off my eyes.
" Sleeping potion." Percy told me, seeing the question in my tired eyes.
I was about to protest but a yawn cut me off and before I knew it I was asleep. I woke up in my bed and looked out of the window. It was early morning meaning I slept the rest of the day and the whole night away. I got up and my stomach rumbled madly. I lazily dragged myself downstairs, trying to focus on my stomach rather than Harry.
Everyone was eating in the kitchen when I got down there. They all stared at me as I walked in and flopped down on the seat next to Fred. As I sat down, Mum handed me an extra filled up plate. She smiled at me.
" Eat it all George."
" Yes mum."
" Good your brothers made you miss tea." She said glaring at them lightly.
" Sorry but he was upset and the book said asleep would help him more." Percy said.
" Yeah so he didn't miss Harry as much." Fred said.
I burst into tears. I needed Harry. I felt rather disjointed when I hadn't seen him. Mum rushed over and swept me into a hug. She stroked my hair. I just sobbed into her shoulder as she whispered to me. I wanted my Harry. I loved him. I had a feeling that he wouldn't be ready to say it yet, so I didn't want to say until I knew he was ready.
" I'm sure you will see him today." Percy said, trying to be calm and reassuring, though it didn't suit his normal personality.
" Yes Dear." Mum said trying to soothe me as she continued stroking my hair.
At half past nine Fred and I flooed away again. We ended up at the park once more and yet Harry still didn't come. I sat on the swings, leaning my head against the chain, wanting to hide my face from anyone who would come past, mainly Dudley however it failed as Dudley and his gang kept taunting us especially when they saw I was crying.
" Ooh does the freak miss his boyfriend." He taunted.
" Shut it whale." Fred snapped.
" Ooh not very friendly." One of the other bullies snapped.
" Too right Gordon." One of the others said.
" Why the hell isn't Harry allowed out?" I asked.
" Because he won't be allowed out until he goes back to St Brutus's secure centre for incurably criminal boys." Gordon snapped.
" What?" I asked confused.
St Brutus's? What the hell was that? Why would Harry be going there? Did this mean I would be going there as well, everyone knew that Harry stayed with me, and that's how it always would be.
" Duh its your school idiots." One sneered.
" Yes it is your right Piers."
" Come on Malcolm, Dennis I think we should teach them to respect us."
" No chance Piggie. Go home so your horse of a mother will feed you up until you burst." Fred said.
I was still crying and I couldn't stem the flow. I needed Harry right now. Why won't they let him outside? When we went home that night I was crying none stop. Instead of just streams of tears these were two waterfalls falling at a constant rate down my face. Dad came home and looked at me worriedly and after tea I was sent to bed.
Fred's Pov
George had tired himself out with crying and fallen asleep quickly. I was exhausted and fallen asleep quickly too. I woke up in the morning and George was still asleep so I decided to wake him up as it was half eight and we were to leave at half nine and we didn't want to be late. I knew that he would want to be there, incase Harry was allowed out, then he would want to spend as much time as he possibly could with him.
" Oi George wake up." I said shaking him.
He didn't so much as stir. I shook him over and over yet he didn't wake. He didn't move in the slightest except for breathing. The steady movement of his chest was the only thing that reassured me that he was alive. Panic gripped at my chest, what was going on?
" MUM!" I screamed.
She came racing up the stairs and through the door. She looked at me worriedly.
" Fred what is it?"
" George he won't wake up."
" Oh Merlin. Percy!" She shouted running a hand through her hair.
A moment later a pyjama clad Percy ran in. He froze at the sight of George.
" We need to get Harry now." He said.
" But the Headmaster said..." Mum started to say.
" Yes but otherwise neither of them are going to wake up until they're together again."
" Oh Merlin." I gasped.
" I will go speak to Dumbledore." Mum said running out.
I just sat by George and hoped to Merlin he would get better.
Vernons Pov
The little freak refused to wake up so I started whipping him with my belt again. He had been beat everyday of the holidays so far. It was the freaks fault. I had told that old guy that I would refuse to have him in the house but Petunia had insisted just for the week so that the house would be protected. I smashed him across the head with the belt cutting beneath his eye and then I took my foot, and stamped on his head.
Anyway I never promised the old bastard that I would look after him and be kind to him. There would be no chance of that. And now the freak refused to wake up. He had chores to do. Why wouldn't he wake? Freakish business more than likely. I stood on his wrist before I left again. I slammed the door making the chains on the door rattle with my anger. He would pay for the smashed locks, not in money but with blood.