Silent Pleas for Help
"I'm going to Andy's" Fred said to his twin.
"What are you going to him for? I thought you had enough to last" George sneered. He had long since decided to stop being civil toward him. Fred couldn't blame him. If their roles were switched, Fred would've done the same thing. Having an addict for a brother wasn't exactly great. Even Ginny had stopped talking to him. This is really all Snape's fault. If he hadn't killed Fred's mate, Angel, then Fred wouldn't be a full time addict and his family would act nice toward him. George is just angry because his mate, Jay, was killed a few days after Angel was and he doesn't have anyone to place the blame on. So he chose to blame Fred.
"I need something stronger" Fred stated ignoring his brother's attitude. "Like what? I thought you already had the strongest you could get" George said with peaked curiosity. Gone was he malice Fred had come accustomed to."He has stronger. Just gives it to special cases like mine. It's too dangerous to give to just anyone, you know" The older of the twins answered. George's eyes narrowed. " How dangerous, Freddie?" he asked, voice dripping with suspicion. Fred made a cut throat motion. "NO!" George shouted before tackling his brother and pinning him to the ground."Leggo of me!" Fred yelled whilst thrashing about wildly. "Not til you tell me why you need something stronger!" exclaimed George tightening his hold on Fred's arms. Fred yelped out in pain. A look of confusion crossed George's features."Are you okay Freddie?" he asked carefully. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm fine..." Fred's voice sounded pained and forced. George immediately began to apologize. " I'm so sorry, Freddie. I didn't mean to hurt you. You know I would never try to hurt you on purpose mate" George said as his grip loosened."I know. It's alright. Your grip was a bit too tight though." Fred looked around nervously, as if he expected someone to pop out of a corner at any moment. "Let me have a look at your arm" George said gently, sensing his brother's unease."No no no. It's alright Georgie. Really you don't need to-" Fred was cut off from his sentence however, when he was hit by a stunning spell. Taking full advantage of this, George got off of Fred and stood. He went over to Fred's right arm - the arm he had gripped so tightly- and crouched down beside it. He rolled up the sleeve of robes so alike his own. There was an angry fist shaped bruise there to greet his eyes. George gasped as his eyes traveled over a burn. A dagger shaped burn. These marks absolutely horrified George. " Freddie...What happened?" his voice shook as he asked this. "Nothing!" Fred said quickly.
"Please, tell me" George pleaded."Unstun me?" Fred asked hopefully. If he was unstunned he could escape his brother's questions and possibly tonight's meeting with his father. "Would you try to run if I did?" "No..."Fred answered, his voice going slightly higher in pitch. "Liar. You're staying stunned. Now tell me who did this" George's tone had finalization written all over it. When Fred remained silent, a terrible thought entered George's mind. "Don't tell me, you done this to yourself?" George raised his voice. If Fred had done this to himself... That would be it. George would disown him as a brother.