Virus in the Prism
Summary: George's growing sicker and sicker. He doesn't want to tell his family, but how will they take it when they do find out?
Disclaimer: I don't own this...too lazy to write anything witty.
Warnings: Some OOCness, sad stuff, profanity, and whatever else I add or you add.
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Fred sat impatiently in the common room, tapping his foot angrily.
"Didn't I tell him to hurry, no take his time!!" he growled, quickly moving his last chess piece and crushing his opponent. Literally. Lee groaned.
"Yes, he's being slow! I get it! This is the FIFTH time you've beaten me! Can we stop now??" Lee snapped, laying back in his chair and rolling his eyes. Fred glared at him.
"Well it's been two hours!" He started to stand, "I'm going to go-"
"Shut UP Gred, I'm right here!" George called as he climbed through the portrait hole. Fred jumped to his feet.
"Where the bloody hell WHERE you?!" he shouted, gesturing angrily. George backed away from him slowly.
"In the nurses wing, you git..." he mumbled, eyes cast down to the floor. Fred stared at him for a moment while his temper died out and noticed how George's arms were firmly clutched around his stomach.
"Well, you okay then?" he asked quietly. George nodded silently and walked passed him up to their dorm. Lee stood from his chair and looked at Fred.
"He looks thinner." He said as he took out his wand and started to clean up the mess they'd made. Fred nodded back.
"A bit."
"Y'think he's aright?"
Fred scoffed at that. "Of course he's all right! I'd just like to know if he told me the truth in there.." he muttered, started for their dormitory. Lee shrugged and followed.
"What did he tell you?"
"That his blood's gone weird and he has to eat more and calm down. I don't believe him. He couldn't look me in the eye when he said that. I always know when he's lying. He knows he can't hide anything from me. Sodding git.."
"Maybe he was telling the truth."
"Not likely. I told you, I know when he's lying. He was lying."
"Well then what do you think's bad enough for him to lie to you about it??" Fred stopped in front of their dorm and turned to him.
"I don't know. He better tell me though if I have to beat it out of him." Lee gave him a look.
"Or give him veritaserum.."
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George heard the dormitory door slam open, then close again after two pairs of feet strolled in. He heard Lee's voice, then Fred's. He struggled to breathe steadily, like he was asleep. He knew Fred didn't believe him. He also knew that he'd be wanting to question him.
Suddenly he heard a yelp.
"Dammit! The motherfucking sonofa-"
"What the hell our you screaming about, Fred?!"
"Son of a bitch didn't tie up that sodding monster book of monsters!!! Fuck! It bit my foot!"
"I thought you were wearing shoes-"
"No shoes! FUCK shoes!"
George stifled laughter in his pillow. He failed. He shrieked out in laughter, though it sounded more like a sob. George went with it and curled up in a small ball. He felt a hand rest on his back.
"George?"
He merely curled up tighter and let out a whimper for effect. He-Fred-sat on the bed next to him and stroked his back. When he first touched him, George thought he was about to hit him, but this was a side of Fred he hadn't seen in a long time.
"Help me shut the damn book!" He heard Lee call from across the room. He felt the bed shift and Fred pull him up from the end of the bed and back towards the headboard. Definitely a side of Fred he hadn't seen in a looong time. It was strange. George rolled over so he was facing away from his brother and rubbed one of his eyes. He felt the bed move again, signifying that Fred had stood up. He heard the two other boys fighting with the monster book and opened one of his eyes to see. Fred was jumping up and down on top of the book while Lee fumbled for his wand. Once again, the younger twin had to stifle his laughter. It soon became hysteria and bubbled inside him. But, then a sharp pain spiked through his stomach and he gasped audibly.
'Dammit!' he thought, rolling onto his back and sitting up slightly. Fred immediately pounced off the 'book' towards him.
"Hey sleepy head!" he chuckled, landing on his knees on George's bed. George groaned as the motion jolted his stomach and another sharp pain occured. Fred's grin faded and he crawled up the bed to sit next to him.
"Hey, what's wrong, Georgie? You okay?" He asked softly while Lee was left to fight the book on his own. George turned to look up at Fred and, despite his pain, faked a smile.
"I'm fine! What are you? Mum?" Fred rolled his eyes and punched him in the arm. George felt his arm throb along with his stomach and fell back.
"Jerk, can't I rest in peace?" He laid back with his arms crossed over his chest, eyes shut, and tongue sticking out of his mouth. A pathetic attempt at being a dead guy.
"Guys! I lived!!" Lee called to them, brandishing his wand at the book flying out their window.
"I'm FREEE!!!!!!!" Fred and George stared at him.
"Man...what-"
"the hell"
"is wrong"
"with YOU?" the twins finished in unision. Lee stared at them wide eyed.
"It was a scary book."
George rolled onto his side, bursting into laughter. Fred pounded his pillow with his fist in his own hysteria. Lee stared at them, eyes growing to the size of plates.
"I'm bloody serious. And guys...it's almost three in the morning."
Fred rolled off the bed, howling with laughter. George suddenly started choking on his own spit and, as he choked, coughed a mouthful of blood onto his bed.
"Holy SHIT!" Lee cried out in horror, causing Fred to sober up from his laughing fit and come up to see what had happened. When he saw the blood, he paled considerably.
"W-What is THAT??" George turned red in embarrassment as he struggled to find an answer.
"I...I um.. I bit my tongue." He mumbled, forcing another false smile. His stomach had grown warm and the pain had doubled. Fred shook his head at him.
"Fuck no, you little liar. It was all fine until now. What the HELL is wrong with you??" Fred hissed, eyes practically burning into George's skin. The slightly younger teen looked up at him, flinching at the red faced Weasley who was giving him the evil eye. Let's just say Fred took after their mother considerably when it came to her temper. While he was looking at him, he did not notice Lee cleaning up the blood and skimming through a book he'd grabbed from under his own bed.
George bit his lip.
"I'll be fine, I have some muggle crap. It'll go away in a couple more weeks." Fred turned purple.
"I know you're LYING, GEORGE! Look me IN THE EYE!" He yelled, grabbing the front of George's shirt and pulling him a few inches closer to him. George paled. Lee pointed his wand at Fred.
"Calm down, mate. You're freaking out and you could make it WORSE." Fred turned white and released his brother, who immediately backed away to the other end of the bed. Fred covered his face with his hands.
"Okay...I'm calm now. So TALK, little brother." he ordered, staring straight into his twins eyes. George gulped and looked over at Lee, who just nodded towards Fred. That dark boy really was of no hope, though he succeeded in keeping his death in the future. Not the present. Thank God.
"Well...it IS a muggle disease...I-"
"Is it serious?" Fred asked suddenly, left hand covering half of his face, from his nose to his chin.
"Well-"
"Don't you dare lie to me."
"...Yes." Fred took in a sharp breath and nodded.
"Keep talking."
"Well.." George paused for a moment, looking first at his brother, and then their best friend. Then he sighed.
"It's something called...L-Lukemiuh...Lukimiah-"
"Leukemia?" Lee pitched in helpfully. George nodded and Fred's eyes widened.
"But isn't that? Is-" George nodded slowly and Fred groaned.
"God DAMMIT!" Fred looked back at him, "Keep talking! What else did she say??"
"I have to tell Mum and Dad...she says I should go to St. Mungos or I'll die." George whispered, now noticing that the blood was gone and giving Lee an unenthusiastic thumbs up.
"Thanks Lee..."
Suddenly Fred grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. George gasped in shock.
"What are you-"
"You say anything and I will kill you. Don't fuck with this moment." George relaxed into the embrace and rested his forehead on his ginger haired doubles shoulder. Lee silently walked over to his bed and laid down to sleep, leaving the two fifteen year olds alone. Fred sat with George in his arms, resting back on the headboard and his pillow. George felt one of his hands rubbing his head, gently. This really was an odd night for Fred.
George had been quiet for awhile, but after what felt like hours-but was really about 5 minutes-he shifted and looked up at his brother. Fred looked down at him, pale as a ghost and tears shining in his eyes. It took George a moment to realize that this was real. Fred was crying.
"Fred-"
"Shut up." Fred snapped at him, "Shut up and if you tell anyone I'll k-kill you.." He stuttered near the end, reaching up and angrily wiping the tears from his cheeks as they escaped from his lashes. He only managed to smear them across his face. He sat there, arms folded, looking a bit like he was pouting. George started to gnaw at his lip.
"Fred..." He paused, but continued after making sure that Fred wasn't going to stop him, "I'm not gonna die."
Fred smirked bitterly and stared at him.
"You're lying again...I can always tell when your lying." George felt a warm feeling grow behind his eyes.
"Dammit Fred, stop crying. You're making me cry, you fucking girl!" George cursed, covering his face with his sheet and rubbing his eyes. He felt a hand grab his wrist and pull him back into Fred's arms.
"You can't die..." Fred whimpered, now holding his twin tight in his arms. George felt something break inside him and tears flow down his cheeks like rivers.
"I don't want to d-die!" He cried, pain in his stomach not helping stop his tears. He felt a rough hand on the back of his neck and he was engulfed in a tight embrace.
"I won't let you." Fred whispered in his ear. Then he pulled away and smiled sadly. "We need to stop crying like bloody pansies." George nodded through his last tears. Fred ran a hand through his long, ginger hair.
"Tomorrow...we need to tell Mum and Dad. You're gonna get better, okay?" George coughed slightly and wiped his face of the salty, drying rivers on his cheeks. His eyes were starting to hurt. He didn't think he had cried that hard.
'I feel stupid...crying like a little pansy..." George thought, cursing himself. As he looked back up at Fred, he felt himself redden in embarrassment once more.
"Well..." He muttered, laying down on his side as Fred hopped out of his bed and into his own.
"Well...good night, Forge." Fred said to him, smiling as nothing had happened. George smiled back.
"G'night Gred." He closed his eyes and heard Fred turn off the light and drop his wand on the table between their beds. He started to drift into sleep, but just when he almost did he heard Fred.
"..I love you." George's eyes flew oepn and he stared across the space between their beds at Fred's covered back. Then he smiled and just closed his eyes.
"I love you, too..."
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FotS: ...that was sooo BAD! Oh my god. Horrid...Long though so I'm proud. Took hours but at least I got it done. :D
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And yes, I know...some OOCness. BUT I WARNED YOU! If you're gonna be a bloody git and not pay attention to my warnings than nyeehhhh! Be a git.
But review please. I appreciate that.
Special info:
Yes, the twins are in their fifth year. That is the third movie, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. And they look like themselves in the movie. You get it, right? lol
Oh and that means Percy is a seventh year. His last year. So he IS still there. GET THAT RIGHT!! xD
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