Note: The contents of the following story are my own original work. The characters, trademarks and associated brands you may recognize from Harry Potter all belong to J. K. Rowling and in no way am I claiming them as my own. In order for you to fully understand a lot of the content of this story, you will need to read 'Three Cheers to Friendship' by Bl00dofthevine, as the stories entwine.
Warnings: Age Restricted: M from here forward, There will be slash in the story, so if you don't like slash - YOU ARE FOREWARNED!! Don't bitch at me about it… Also, there's going to be strong language, crude humour. Etc.
4. New Start
The city of London was far from dead, it being so close to New Year's eve, even near midnight as it currently was. The only problem, however, was that people seemed to be hurrying about in groups, and George had (so far) not seen a tall, light-skinned teenage boy wandering around by himself. Procuring an ear was turning out to be quite a feat.
George stopped at a small, bustling bistro to pick up a croissant, sitting down for only a few minutes to eat it. After this, he resumed his search of the busy capital.
It was past midnight when he finally spotted a small group of teenage boys sitting on a pavement in a relatively quiet street, smoking a hookah. Upon approaching them quietly under his invisibility cloak, he discovered that one of them fit his criteria perfectly. The boy was tall, light-skinned, with dark hair and deep green eyes.
Standing a safe distance away, George watched the group for around half an hour, but none of the boys seemed to be inclined to leave at all. Feeling slightly desperate after almost three days of searching for a candidate, George made a rash decision. He walked around the corner of a boarded-up café, removed the cloak and then rejoined the group.
"Uh, hi" he said, walking up to the four boys and waving shyly.
All four boys looked up, none incredibly surprised by George's appearance - he was wearing his long black travelling cloak over muggle stovepipe jeans and a red sweater. Obviously, travelling cloaks weren't considered weird attire by this group.
One of the boys, a short skinny one with blonde hair, replied tentatively, "Hey, uh, do we know you?"
"I don't think so, I'm not from around here" George improvised. "I'm Aiden… Do you mind if I join you? - I've lost my friends"
"I guess that's okay" said the blonde haired one. "I'm Jesse"
"Dave" said another of the boys.
"Donovan…"
"Kyle, great to meet you" the one George'd been eyeing said, moving over to make space for George in their circle.
George sat down, taking the pipe that was offered to him. He took a deep drag and had to stifle a violent cough. The smoke, which filtered through water in the glass bottom, tasted like liquorice. It was odd.
"So, like, where are you from?" Kyle asked, looking at George over his own pipe.
"Oh, Salem… In the US. I was born here though" George replied, referring back to the story they'd created for Aiden and Ashley. The five of them sat there talking for a while, George occasionally taking a drag from one of the pipes. It was quite a pleasant contraption, once he'd gotten used to it.
"I have to head home dudes, it's nearly two. Sorry" The quietest boy, Donovan, said. He got up, and after greeting the group, left.
Kyle took out his mobile, checked something, and then he too said, "Crap. I'd better go too. I honestly didn't realise it was so late already"
Thinking fast, George nudged him and said, "I'm kind of lost, do you mind if I crash with you tonight? I'll find my friends in the morning…"
"Okay, sure. I'm about a twenty minute walk from here. My mom won't mind…"
George followed Kyle as he navigated his way through a latticework of short streets, making light conversation about inconsequential topics. They reached a small, single story house where Kyle let them into a flat behind the main building. The flat comprised of a bedroom and a small bathroom. There was a double bed, a desk with a computer, a wardrobe and a bookshelf.
"So… There's only one bed" Kyle stated, looking at George expectantly.
George, who caught the subtle hint in the other boy's voice, looked at the bed and said, "It's a double though… Should be fine?" It was freezing still, and neither of them very much wanted to sleep on the floor… However little sleeping George was actually planning on doing.
"Cool, I get dibs on the left side then…" Kyle said, stripping down to a pair of black Converse jocks. "You don't mind, do you?" he asked, motioning to his underwear.
"'Course not" George caught that subtle hint in his tone again. He may as well have fun with the boy if he'd be killing him in the end anyway. "I don't sleep in anything…"
He stripped down to his plain black boxers, and after turning away from the other boy to move next to the bed, removed those as well. George pulled back the covers and sat crossed-legged on the thick red sheet.
"No problem" Kyle said, throwing himself across the lower half of the bed unceremoniously before removing his underwear too. "Just to be fair…"
Kyle was (quite visibly) aroused. George eyed the other boy's bulging manhood attentively. The only other guy he'd ever seen aroused was Fred, when the two of them used to fool around together all those years ago. Glancing over those memories quickly took their effect, however, and George found his own length beginning to expand. Kyle was eyeing George just as interestedly as George had been eyeing him, and seemed to take George's sudden arousal as an effect of his own.
"Up for a nightcap?" Kyle asked, reaching under his bed, from where he produced a nearly full bottle of dark, milky liquid. "Chocolate liquor" he added, noticing the suspicious look that flitted over George's modified features.
"Oh. Right, sure" George said, accepting the glass Kyle poured for him. He took a few small sips of the brown milk-like drink, savouring the strength of the alcoholic beverage. It was delicious. He'd have to be careful not to drink too much though, lest he get too inebriated to kill the boy properly, or worse, botch up his ear.
Kyle downed his first glass and poured another, which he deposited on his bed-side table. George followed suite, accepting a refill and then putting his glass down too.
Suddenly, and quite without warning, Kyle was on top of him, pressing his young, toned body against the bed sheets. George, recovering quickly, reversed their positions easily and was quickly pressing Kyle against the bed with a loose hand around the green-eyed boy's throat. Winking, he planted a soft, exploring kiss on Kyle's lips.
This was very different to any experience he could remember having with Fred. It was new and exciting, like adventuring on unknown terrain. Soon the innocent kiss became fervent making out, and both boys were rolling around in a heated quest for dominance of each others' mouths, exploring one another's bodies with their hands.
When the kiss eventually broke, both boys took a break to take a few gulps of their drinks. Kyle was panting heavily, still exceedingly aroused. George took the initiative to pin him to the bed this time, and the boys continued their not-so-innocent fun.
Once done, and when both were satisfied and thoroughly worn, the boys retired for the night. George lay awake in the dark until he was sure Kyle was asleep before retrieving his wand from inside his travelling cloak.
"Somniaph Totalus" he whispered, pointing his wand at the sleeping boy, whose light snoring ceased as he fell into an impenetrably deep slumber. After dressing quickly, he grabbed Kyle around one wrist and apparated back to the apartment.
*
"Everything ready?" he asked, as he let himself into the small living area, Kyle draped over his shoulder.
"Everything's done, just like the book says…" Fred said, jumping slightly at the sudden intrusion. He'd been lounging across the small sofa. Noticing the naked boy George had brought with him, he added, "Is he dead? And where're his clothes?!"
"Long story, no time… he's just sleeping… I wanted to make sure everything was ready before killing him, and it is?"
"Yeah, I did the knife just now… All you need to do is kill him and take his ear"
George deposited the naked boy on the floor and flicked his wand at Kyle's sleeping form. His breathing ceased as quickly as his life was ended. Taking the dagger Fred offered him, he sliced a rough circle around Kyle's ear, siphoning blood away with his wand as he cut away the thin layer of skin and sinew. Carefully, he peeled the skin around the base of the ear away and then set to work cutting out the actual ear. This would have to be done very carefully, as he needed to take out the inside bits in one piece. When the ear was free he set it in a shallow dish and turned to Fred.
"Okay, you know what to do…"
George sat against the sofa, the neat hole where his ear had previously been facing the ceiling. Fred placed the fresh ear over the small crater, prodding it into place with his wand. Once he was satisfied with the placing, he referred to the open manual quickly before starting the incantation to bond the ear onto his head.
A wispy thread of deep red light issued from the tip of his wand, snaking through the skin on either side of the apparent laceration. It spiralled in and out, sewing the stolen ear onto George's head, the skin healing together in its wake.
When the spell was complete, George moved to the mirror in the bedroom to inspect Fred's work. The ear was perfect. He could hear with it, for one. The skin tones matched almost perfectly, and even the sizes were the same on both sides…
*
The twins reached Kings Cross Station just before eleven on the first of January, and had to run to make the train on time. Once on, they found an empty compartment where the sat opposite one another on the benches.
"We did it" Fred said, sighing animatedly.
"We did…"
Before they could get any more sentimental about the situation, the compartment door slid open and a familiar girl walked in. It was the one from St Mungo's - the one who George had stolen the Elvegora Deteras Manual from.
"Do you dudes mind if I sit here?" she asked, taking a seat on the far side of George's bench without waiting for an answer.
"Uh, sure… Aiden Crowe" George said, looking from her to Fred. "and this is my brother, Ashley"
"I'd never have guessed" she whispered sarcastically, opening a book and disappearing behind it as she positioned herself with her back against the side of the compartment against the wall and her feet on the bench.
"And you're Lucinda Lockheart" George said, a tone of mild playfulness in his voice. He wasn't going to let her rude sarcasm ruin their train ride.
This caught her attention, and she reappeared from behind her book looking apprehensive. "How do you know that?"
"Lucky guess, I guess" George said with a wink. Fred caught on and added, "We read minds"
"Really?" she asked, still looking a bit hesitant.
"You'll never know…" George whispered.
Lucinda returned to her book, and most of the rest of the ride progressed in relative silence, Fred and George making occasional small talk or disappearing to scout out the train.
When they were almost at school, a note arrived with a third-year boy, instructing Aiden and Ashley to see Professor McGonagall in the staff room before the start-of-term feast. This they did, and she greeted them warmly before motioning them into couches around a small coffee table.
"I am most pleased that you have decided to finish your studies at Hogwarts school" she said, unsmiling. "I trust you received your timetables and such from your parents, because you had tickets to get onto the train. Now, I've put you both in Slytherin House, as you know, and you've been put in the fifth-year dormitory with Albus Potter, Scorpius Malfoy and Matthew Parkinson. Understood?"
"That's perfect" George said, avoiding her eyes as she scrutinised them.
"Now, I'll introduce you to the rest of the school, and you can join your house table"
She lead the boys into the hall, which was already packed with most of the students (only a few had chosen not to attend the feast this term) and had them wait while she greeted the students.
Once they'd been introduced and were sent to join the Slytherin table, George quickly spotted Albus, Scorpius and Lily and lead Fred over to where they were sitting with Matthew and Leah.
"You're Scorpius?" George asked, looking at the blonde boy with feigned curiosity.
"Yeah, and this is Albus and Lily, and Matthew and Leah" Scorpius replied, indicating his companions.
"I'm Aiden Crowe, and this is my brother Ashley. We're new here, we've been assigned to your dorm… Mind if we sit with you?"
"Not at all" Albus laughed, obviously still high on something. He moved over to make space for the twins.
AN: So. There's chapter 4, with a higher rating…
I don't feel, personally, that this chapter really needed it, but I think it was a good place to take it up anyway.
Wow. I wrote a 1700 word (later) chapter earlier today, and my PC crashed and I LOST IT!! Aaah! Don't you hate it when that happens?
Anyhow - PLEASE let me know what you think?? I'm starting to feel abandoned here… LOL
Peace XD