Title: I'm Not Completely Mad Just Crazy
Author: Prankster Born
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did there would be twincest and random events popping up here and there, that and George would either be insane or going nuts. Or something. But I don't own anything so deal with it. Now, if I add in my own random characters or write a poem then I'll tell you: I OWN THAT. So there.
Summary: Fred wants to know what happened to George when he was taken? Everything. But George doesn't remember. Or does he? This is a horrible chapter, just please try the story.
Warnings: Mentions of rape, slightly gory bits, cussing, more will be added as the story grows. And I would appreciate anybody adding some in a review.
"Freddie, look at my picture!"
Fred stared sadly down at his twin brother and sighed, running a hand through the identical boys hair. "It's pretty, Georgie. Very pretty." he glanced over at George's picture. It was a dark wolf with bright green eyes drawn with George's new quill that Bill had bought him after the incident.
You see, George had disappeared after Ginny was taken to the Chamber of Secrets. They looked everywhere until one day at the end of May he was found sitting in the middle of Diagon Alley, screaming and crying like his skin was being torn off, strip by strip. In fact, he'd only been wearing an over sized robe and underneath he was destroyed. Strips of skin were missing from part of his torso, his back was raw in places from being whipped, but below that was even worse. Bruises in the shape of fingers gripping his waist showed strikingly against his alabaster skin, blood covered his thighs and privates, dry and drying. More bruises littered his thighs and collarbone as well as arms and legs. He also had a long, thin cut down the left side of his face and a large bruise around his neck, showing clearly that he'd been strangled. He was a wreck.
And when they found him, he'd been calling for Fred.
After they'd brought him to St. Mungo's, George fell into a coma lasting until the beginning of July and when he woke up, it was like he didn't remember a thing that had happened. In fact, it was like he was a little kid again. He was confused at seeing his his siblings so much older then he remembered, but never really questioned it. Except one thing. Why was Fred big But he never seemed to understand that he was big, too.
Fred watched George grab another piece of parchment and his new quill, preparing to start on a new picture. He looked over at Charlie as he oohed and ahhed at George's work, pointing a different parts and giving him ideas. Molly and Arthur shared the couch with Bill, having a deep conversation about George's treatments and care. Ron sat with George and Charlie, also making suggestions as to what George should try and congratulating him on what he had done. Ginny was in Diagon Alley with Percy. Fred didn't know why.
Fred sat down in the chair behind his three brothers and leaned back in the chair, closing his eyes and falling into a light sleep. He felt a heavy weight in his lap and opened his eyes. George sat, innocently straddling his waist with his picture in his hand. "Here Freddie! I made you a picture.." he giggled, albeit shyly and held his picture up for Fred to see. It was a moving picture of the whole family, everyone was drawn in black, except George. He was green. And he wasn't smiling like everyone else even though Fred's arm was around his shoulders and looking at him worriedly. Fred up at the identical fifteen year old worriedly but all the while smiling.
"It's beautiful, Georgie. I love it." he answered truthfully, wrapping his arms around the redhead and hugging him tightly. "I love you." he muttered into George's ear, kissing him on the cheek and pulling away. George was blushing profusely and hugged him back, giving him an chaste kiss on the lips then giggled childishly. "How cute..." Ron grumbled from the floor next to them, crying out when Charlie gave him an unmerciful punch in the arm.
"Don't be a prat, Ronald." he snorted, smiling up at the twins and then going back to his piece of parchment. Fred reached up and stroked George's hair as he rested his chin on Fred's shoulder. "I'm tired..." George yawned, lifting his legs to hang over the arms of the chair, though he flinched a little at the pain still in his body, and wrapped his lanky arms over Fred's shoulders. Fred ran a hand up and down George's back as the teens breathing started to even out and he finally fell asleep. Charlie and Ron were still at the picture they were working on. His parents and oldest brother were still discussing George's health, mental and physical, and Ginny and Percy were not back yet.
Fred stared intently at the picture in his hand. He wondered, why was George the only one not smiling? Why was he green? Was the real George, the older George, still in there somewhere? Just fighting to get out. To tell them what was wrong and what had happened. Was that a sign? "Fred, why don't you go to bed? You look tired, dear." Molly told him, staring over at him in a worried, motherly way. "Yeah, you two go to bed. I'm going to see how Ginny and Percy are doing." Arthur said cheerfully, standing to his feet and apparating to Diagon Alley to check on his other two children.
"Here, Fred. I'll get him." Bill picked up George and held him in his arms as he went up the stairs to their room. He stopped and looked back at Fred. "You coming?" Fred stood to his feet, stretched, and promptly followed the twenty four year old until they got to the twins room. Bill laid George on his bed. "I know he'll wind up in your bed anyway." he said, grinning down at his little brother and leaving the room.
Fred walked over to his bed and laid down next to George. He pulled the sheets up over them and spelled off the lights. George twitched and groaned, curling up against Fred like a baby kitten against its mother. Fred smiled down at him in the dark.
"G'night, Georgie."
Fred, help me! The bad men got me!
I don't want them to hurt me...
It hurts, it hurts..Please! Stop...
Be brave..be brave...Fred'll be proud..
Where are you Fred? You promised...you promised. You promised you'd keep me safe forever. Where are you? Am I keeping you safe instead? Okay..okay...I'll wait for help, Freddie...I'll wait..
PLEASE!!! STOP!
Please...it hurts, Fred...it hurts...help me. Please...
GET OFF!!! I don't want it! DON'T TOUCH ME!!!!! Please...please...don't touch me anymore...please...I don't know anything...
Fred please...I'm sorry. What ever I did...I'm sorry...this is a mean joke, Fred. Come out and say you're kidding...please...it's all a joke...right, Fred?
...tearing me in half...it hurts so bad. I'm dirty now...Dirty, dirty, dirty boy...Weasel..Dirty Weasel. I betrayed, now I'm dirty dirty...
I'm sorry, Fred! Please! I'll do anything!! Just help me...Fred! FRED!!!
Please... No! No, please! Stop!! ...I don't want it...
I'm bad...I deserve it...I'm a bad boy. Kill me..strangle me..I don't care. Nobody cares about a dirty, dirty, dirty whore like me...make a pretty world and stop my life. Nobody cares.
Who are these people?! I'm scared!!! No!! Stay away! Stay away!! DON'T TOUCH ME!!!!! GET AWAY FROM ME!!!! Fred...I'm sorry..Fred! Fred! Fred!!! Help me!! Fred! Fred! Fred! Fred!!!!!!!!!!! Please!
Fred was jolted awake when a cry next to him met his ears. He turned over and grabbed George, who was thrashing wildly and calling his name. George let out a blood curdling scream and woke up, eyes opened and wild. After a moment of laying there, breathing shallowly and shaking, he began to cry. Fred enveloped him in his arms and shushed him softly, somewhat thankful for the silencing spell he'd put on their room when they were children.
George clutched Fred's shoulders tightly in his hands and sobbed into his chest, whimpering Fred's name over and over. "I'm here...I'm here.."Fred whispered back to him, kissing him on top of his head and wrapping his arms around George's waist. After a while of saying that, George seemed to calm down a bit, enough to be able to coherently answer Fred.
"Fred...Fred...Thank you.."he cried, seeming more like himself than anytime in the last week, but too scared. Much too scared. After awhile he felt George slump in his arms and smiled, gently pulling him up so they were face to face, though George had a habit of curling up about a foot lower on the bed than him. Fred tucked the blanket back around George's body like a big sweater and laid there, trying to fall back into sleep. He was not successful. But as he started to finally doze off a bit, he heard George muttering in his sleep. "..dnt..touch me..please...frd help..frd...dont..." he murmured, eyebrows scrunching together like he was in pain and cuddling like a baby next to the elder twin.
Fred held him tight and rubbed his back soothingly, not too hard as to disturb his bruises but enough to show that he was there. George calmed a bit and stilled. Fred checked to make sure George was breathing, once he checked and was satisfied, he closed his eyes and blanked out, falling straight to sleep.
Dream POV
Fred opened his eyes and saw himself laying on the dirty ground in a graveyard. He heard screams but couldn't quite tell where they were coming from. He sat up and looked around, cautiously pulling out his wand. The screams worsened and he started to recognize them. And what they were saying.
"George!" he called, alarmed at the familiarity of the voice and cries, hoping it wasn't his dear, sweet twin brother making those agonized screams. If it was, whoever was causing them was going to die. He heard it again, this time more clearly. "STOP!!!! GOD, PLEASE..stop!! Please!!!" they sobbed. Fred became frantic.
"George!! GEORGE!!!" he screamed, jumping to his feet and looking around in a panic. He finally saw a figure in the shadows standing over another. The standing was laughing. The one on the ground was crying. Fred ran to them. "GET AWAY FROM HIM!!" he roared, holding his wand to the figures chest, who turned out to be a man. The man laughed. "You must the other half. You don't have much time left with him. He's fading away." The man slowly disintegrated into the air.
Fred cursed then looked down. George lay there naked, covered in sweat, blood, and cum, crying so hard he was heaving onto the ground. Fred bent down and lay a hand on George's back. George stiffens and turned to him. "Fred?" he whispered, eyes wet and disbelieving. Fred nodded and smiled faintly, though shocked at the sight of his younger twin in this condition. George bit his lip and stared down at the ground timidly. "...why?" he whispered, pulling his knees up to his chest and crossing his arms defensively.
Fred stared in confusion. "What?" George glared up at him so hard that a stabbing pain jabbed Fred's chest, causing him to fall to his hands and knees in surprise and pain. "Why did you break our promise?" Fred stared at him in shock. "What? Georgie-" George flinched at the nickname, "what are you talking about?" he asked sincerely, grabbing George's hands in his and staring him in the eyes. "You said you'd protect me..." George hissed, sneering up at him and twisting away from his grip, pulling himself a few feet away before crying out in pain and falling back onto the floor. "Fred..." he looked up at Fred with a rather pathetic look on his face.
"Why'd you let them take me?"
End Dream POV
Fred sat up with a start, eyes wide and heart racing. He hesitantly looked over at George and grimaced at the frail look on his face as he slept. He reached over and ran a hand down his cheek, flinching when he groaned a bit then opened his eyes.
"S'it morning alre'y?" he yawned, rubbing his eyes and sitting up childishly. Fred looked up at the window and saw that the had indeed come up, though it was still obviously early. George laid back down and snuggled into Fred's chest, giggling softly. Fred smiled.
"Georgie, do you want to get up and go downstairs?" he asked, gently putting on arm around him and sitting up. George grinned mischieviously and jumped out of bed. "Come on!!" he whispered loudly, running out of the room. Fred sighed and stood to his feet. "I solemnly swear..." he muttered, trudging tiredly after George, who was already at the other end of the house.
"..What's he up to?"
A/N: Okay, this really sucks. But I REALLY want to post a story and destroy my two year writers block. After this chapter it starts getting more...like the story. Crappy summary too. In case you didn't get something, George thinks he's like a little kid. In the next chapter he'll start to see that he isn't, he'll get upset. Things will happen. This is more or less the cruddy opening chapter, haha. Well please review. I appreciate positive reviews but also constructive criticism. Flames will be used to make my dinner, you'd just be feeding me. Oh, and the title. I like it.
Note: Ugh, I had to copy and paste this from my open office because it wouldn't reconize it and when I did it was all bunched together. I had to reparagraph and crap. It sucked. Oh, worth it.
