How is everyone? (facepalm).
Most stupid hiatus ending question ever. Updates, my arse. I'm so sorry about the 4 month? gap. I just left my favorite twins hanging on a horrible cliffhanger..
Just kill me. Just avada kedavra me. I left this hanging for so long. AGH.
I just became an ex-pat (someone who's still a citizen but moved) from Korea to Brazil! Crazy right? The only good thing is Florida is definitely closer, which means THE WIZARDING WORLD OF HARRY POTTER IS A HELL LOT CLOSER. I can't wait to get my hands on a butterbeer.. Now, enough of my sob story.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
"Fred..."
A smoky fog covered a figure, whose features seemed to be melting into some demented form. In the fog, all that Fred could make of him was the familiar yellow and orange jumper that George wore on days they pranked the Honeydukes customers. Slowly, like a curtain, the fog cleared, revealing..
"Rookwood?"
The hideous transformation, still wearing his brother's favorite jumper, lurched forward, pleading for help in Rookwood's disgusting voice.
"Freddie..help me..it's me!"
"Get back, you freak. Where's George?"
With a hard shove, he pushed the sobbing Yaxley onto the strange, blue floor. He had no idea where he was. As the ugly death eater tried to get up, Fred scanned his surroundings, and found himself staring at George.
"George! There you are, I thought you.."
As he reached out in relief towards his brother, George mimicked his actions. Strange. Ignoring this, he continued forward, only to feel his fingertips touch cold glass. A mirror.
His reflection.
Staggering back, he looked to the right of the mirror. Rookwood's reflection was none other than George. Staring in disbelief, Fred could only stammer. Tears still dripping down his freckled cheeks within the mirror, George whispered something, barely audible.
"I thought you'd be different."
The fog turned a deathly black, separating him from his brother and the mirror.
"Wait! No!"
Fred shot up, cold sweat practically engulfing him.
"What the hell was that?"
Whatever the dream was, it was vividly real, and cold and foreboding, like it was trying to tell him something.
Wait. What just happened?
He surveyed his surroundings in panic. He had woken up on the family rug, torn and smoking from the strong impact of the Weasleys' homemade dungbomb. Most of the furniture around him was black with ash.
'If mum saw this, we'dve been dead in 10 seconds flat'
He cracked a grin at the thought, only to have heavy reality crashing back down. Where were his parents?
And most of all, WHERE WAS GEORGE?
Being alone never felt this horrible. George had always been there. When he thought about it, he had never been alone. They had always been together. And now he was truly, alone.
Wow. Such a crappy and emo chapter. Sorry, I feel that my writing has gotten a bit rusty. That'll get better over the chapters.
This doesn't necessarily contribute to the story. This is a short intermission for events yet to come. I didn't want to jump into more action after poor Freddie was turned into...well..
But it is true, I don't think Fred nor George ever experienced being alone in their lives, thanks to having each other.
Till next time! Cheers with extra butterbeers!
