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Summary: After an accident with a Bludger, George has lost his memory. All of it. And Fred is determined to bring it back.

Rating: K+

Once A Weasley

Crooked Teeth

'It was one hundred degress,
As we sat beneath a willow tree,
Whose tears didn't care, they just hung in the air,
And refused to fall, to fall.'
~ 'Crooked Teeth,' Death Cab for Cutie

George couldn't sleep.

It wasn't anything new; he normally couldn't sleep too well due to his head, but he couldn't help but wonder what on earth Malfoy had been doing. Fred had told him about Death Eaters. It wasn't exactly the happiest conversation they'd ever had together, but he made sure to mention how the Malfoys were devoted to You-Know-Who. And that they had the Ministry wrapped around their finger and most people were either too afraid or not high enough on the ladder to accuse them of anything. George couldn't help but think that the three men might've been Death Eaters.

He tucked his arms behind his head and gazed up at the ceiling, lost in thought. But, there was also the fact that the man saw him. Did Malfoy? Did he recognise him? Don't be stupid! a voice inside his head immediately scolded him. How could he have identified you in point five of a second? George shook his head at himself. He really was being ridiculous.

And anyways, why would they risk being caught in broad daylight if this was Dumbledore's school? Didn't You-Know-Who fear him or something? It seemed like a suicide mission if they were only going to talk to a fifteen year old son of a Death Eater.

But...who were they then? And why did they show up to meet with him secretly?

"George?"

The ginger inclined his head in the direction of his twin's raspy, sleepy voice right beside him. "Mmm?"

"What're you doing up?" Fred yawned, propping himself up on his elbows to look at George. "Does your head hurt?"

Well, yes, George thought, but that wasn't why he was up. "Not so much. Just thinking."

"Oh? About what?"

George didn't say anything. I'm probably over-reacting, he thought. He didn't want to alarm or concern his easily worried brother, but he was still curious. Maybe it was...erm...he'll think of a reason later.

Fred's eyebrows knitted together. "Georgie?"

"Mmm?"

He rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Seriously, George?" No answer. Completely annoyed, he jabbed a finger into George's side, who yelped. "Answer the question."

"Freddie, it's really just me being an idiot."

"Uh-huh, then why can't you tell me?" Fred sounded slightly urgent.

George gave up. "Oh all right. You know when you had the detention yesterday?" Fred nodded, not liking that it happened when he wasn't around. "Well, I wound up at a tower that I've never been up before. It had a million windows." Fred nodded again in understanding. "Anyway, I just happened to look out one of them, and I saw Malfoy out front with three men in dark robes." Fred's heart stopped. "I didn't get that good of a look because I think one of them saw me, so I ducked out of the way."

"Nothing happened?" Fred demanded, staring at his twin with fervor, searching for any signs that he'd been attacked. Because he had an idea of who they were.

George shook his head. "No. I was just wondering what was going on."

"And they couldn't have possibly known it was you, right?" Fred asked again, sounding slightly hysterical.

"I don't think so, no."

Fred dropped his head into his pillow, burying his face. He muttered something that sounded strangely reminiscent to a curse word.

"I know what you're thinking, but I don't think they were Death Eaters."

"How do you know?" Fred said, sitting up in a whirlwind of covers and ginger hair.

"Because even they're not that stupid," George reasoned. "Stupid, yes, but not that stupid. We'll figure it out later. After we go into the Forbidden Forest," George grinned, trying to change topics.

Fred sighed, deciding to let it go. "Alright." He laid down again, but not before making sure that George was as well. And not only that, but he tugged on George's hair until he was safely tucked at his side. Not that George needed much prodding; he liked the feeling of comfort Fred provided. It made Fred feel better to know he was right there and safe; more then he ever thought it would. He just...George kept almost being killed and it just wasn't fair! He shouldn't be in so much fear over whether George would be here next week.

They'd both just be glad when this whole year and situation was over.

"Lee!"

The dreadlocked boy froze, humourously debating between running or simply giving in. He had been walking on the grounds when he heard their voices. But he didn't have much time to figure it out before the ginger twins tackled him to the ground. "There you are, you prat!" Fred or George yelled in his ear. Probably Fred.

"Where've you been? It's time to go into the Forest!" Yep, that was definitely George.

"Alright, alright," he grumbled playfully, shoving both of them off of him. "Now?"

"Yes, now!" George declared, nearly exploding with excitement. It was definitely less scary knowing that the two of them were going in there with him. "What, are we going to wait for the grass to grow?"

"You're sure about this?" Lee checked, sharing a glance with Fred.

"Mhmm!" George nodded enthusiastically, reminding Fred of a little kid. He smiled fondly at the thought.

"Let's go!" Fred grinned, yanking Lee up, as George seemed ready to run into the Forest right that very minute. "We just have to make sure that Hagrid won't catch us."

George bounced on his feet, the beam almost blinding. He didn't seem to care about that tiny little fact. "What're we going to find?" he asked happily as they started a fast pace to the Forest.

"Depends on how far we go in," Lee smirked; George's additude was contagious.

"Stop," Fred paused, putting his arm out. He slowly started to walk forward, turning around and putting a finger to his lips while pointing at Hagrid's house. Neither Lee nor George had realised exactly how close they were.

They slowly crept after him, all three pairs of eyes locked on to the window of Hagrid's house and praying that he would not turn around. George was behind Fred, and Lee brought up the rear as they edged closer to the trees. And in one short burst, they sprinted all the way into it, laughing breathlessly once they were far enough in.

George took a moment to look around himself in wonder. It really was nothing special as of now; just a bunch of trees. But there was the fact that this was the first forest George could remember being. And there is something uniquely magestic about being inside the forest and looking up to see the trees tower over you, as opposed to being outside of it.

"Come on," Fred grinned, lightly tugging on George's sleeve to bring him back to the present.

However, that didn't stop George from nearly twirling around in circles, trying to look at everything at once. And at every sound, he turned excitedly to see if anything was there. So far, it was nothing more than birds.

"Hey, we're going pretty far," Lee warned. He didn't know why, but if Fred wasn't going to be the cautious, protective one, then he felt like he should take up that role. It wasn't the farthest they'd ever been, but...they never knew what they would find, and with George...

"What's that?" George suddenly exclaimed, pointing off into the distance where a rustle of leaves have been clearly evident.

Fred kept his eyes glued to the direction in which he was pointing. Until he heard the sound of hooves. "Oh shit!" He grasped George's arm and took off running, checking behind his shoulder to make sure that Lee was following too. But Lee had heard as well, and his eyes were wide as he sprinted. Centaurs did not like humans in their Forest. Hagrid they standed. Everyone else? Not so much.

George had no idea what was going on, but if Fred was panicked, it couldn't be good. He kept up with Fred, the trees now a blur as he heard their panting and hooves in his ears. Suddenly, Fred yanked him to the left, and they tumbled behind a bush, Lee tripping over it himself. They huddled behind it, trying to stifle their gasps as they heard hooves pass by and slowly disappear.

"What...was that?" George demanded, still slightly breathless.

"Centaurs," Fred answered grimly. "They don't like people."

"Uh...guys?" Lee stammered. The twins turned to look at Lee, before they froze at the loud crack behind them.

Ever so slowly, the gingers turned to see what Lee was staring at. And it was not something any of them, even though two of them had their memories, had ever seen before.

What sat before them, was something that made Hagrid look like an ant. This, was an actual-sized giant.

"Erm...Fred?" George said uncertainly. "What's that?"

"That, Georgie," Fred squeaked. "Is a giant."

Neither of them knew what to do.

What on earth was a giant doing in the Forest? George was a bit awed, and frightened. But only because he was afraid that he got Fred and Lee into trouble.

The giant had black hair and a rather baby face. He seemed a bit slow, and easily curious. Not to mention incredibly huge!

"We can't wait here all day," Lee hissed.

Fred nodded. "I'll get up and see if I can make it out -"

"Wait, wait, wait," George interrupted, looking at his twin like he was crazy. "This was my fault, I'll go."

His brother glowered. "Don't he an idiot," he retorted, "this is the first time you've ever seen a giant."

"Have you?" George inquired interestedly.

Fred suddenly looked a bit sheepish. "Er...well, not in person."

"Uh-huh," George smirked in that maddening 'I-just-got-one-over-on-you' way that you can't help but get annoyed at.

"This is not the time to start fighting!" Lee growled just as Fred opened his mouth to respond. "Let's just all go together, alright?"

The twins looked at each other, and then nodded. "On three?" Fred whispered.

"One -"

"Two -"

"Three!"

Lee, Fred, and George all shot up and took off running. It was really rather lucky in some way that the giant seemed to find them so fascinating. All he could do while they tried to figure out what to do was stare at the three of them with interest. However, it backfired when he realised that they were leaving.

With a lurch he bounded forward, easily making up whatever distance the three of them had made in two bounds. George's heart was in his throat as he sprinted, his wrist firmly clasped in Fred's as the older twin led him forward, and Lee was even farther ahead than Fred. But suddenly George felt like a bus hit him from the side as he got crushed into Fred. The ground disappeared from beneath their feet as they registered in their dazed minds that it was the giant's hand around them.

Apparently, Lee hadn't realised that they were gone, because he was still going for it. Though, he didn't get very far until with a startled cry Lee was lifted up as well.

"Are you okay?" Fred rasped in George's ear, his voice hinted with pain.

George's only response was to groan, "I think he broke our ribs."

"Well this is great," grunted Lee as the giant took the two steps back to their original position. "This is absolutely fantastic." The giant sat down with a thump that had them all seizing up with terror as they dropped.

"Do giants eat people?" George asked in alarm.

"Erm...I don't know," Fred admitted. He knew very little about giants, to be honest. But still, he'd have a better chance against one than George would.

And with a sudden jolt, Fred and George were lifted up to the giant's eye level, his great big eyes scrutinizing them with a confused gaze. He looked absolutely bewildered at the twins' identical appearance. The giant used the index finger of the hand that held Lee to prod at George's chest and mess up Fred's hair. All the while the three of them kept perfectly still, frozen almost completely in fear.

George's mind couldn't really comprehend what was going on as he stared back. Was this really happening? Did he honestly get his two best friends into this kind of danger? How was he supposed to get them out of it? What were they supposed to do, bite his hand? Somehow, George severely doubted that his teeth would survive.

But a sudden thought bounced into George's head. It was so simple...was it possible? "Can they talk?" he asked Fred somewhat urgently.

"Erm...some can, I think," Fred said slowly, racking his brain for any information. It was funny, but now that he was actually up against one, Fred couldn't remember whatever little information he knew about giants.

George took a deep breath. It was worth a shot, right? "Hey!" he shouted, wiggling a bit in the tight grasp around him so that if he didn't hear him, he'd at least feel him move. The giant's eyes became trained on George. He gulped and commanded in the firmest voice he could manage, "Let us down."

The giant blinked. "Um...please?" George squeaked. And to their utter astonishment, the giant slowly set them on the ground a bit roughly.

George stumbled back into Fred, who caught him before he could fall; he was shaking all over, but a new found interest sparked in his mind. "It's okay, Georgie," Fred said soothingly, albeit shakily as he held his trembling brother. "I think he'll let us go...just back away slowly."

"Wait," George whispered, looking up at the now sheepish giant and pulling free of Fred's grip. "Er...what's your name?" George called up uncertainly.

"What are you doing?" Lee hissed, tugging on George's arm. "Let's go!"

"George," Fred said in warning, a bit worried.

But the giant leaned down to look at George carefully. Fred grabbed George's wrist tightly, ready to yank him away should the giant come any closer. "What's your name?" George asked again, though louder than before. He ignored Fred's fingernails digging into his arm and his furious snarls echoing in his ears; Fred seemed angry that George was deliberately putting himself in danger, though George didn't think that the giant was all that dangerous. Or, well, he didn't mean to be. He leaned more towards the 'he-doesn't-know-his-own-strength' concept. Perhaps if they were kind to him...

"GRAWP!" the giant suddenly roared. "GRAWP!"

George shrank into Fred's chest despite his belief that 'Grawp' was not deliberately aggressive; you'd be frightened of a dog barking and growling at you even if you knew he was normally affectionate. "G-Grawp?" George squaked, staring up at the giant with wide eyes. "Your name's Grawp?"

"GRAWP! GRAWP! GRAWP!"

"Okay!" George said quickly, hands up in surrender. "Grawp. What...er...what are you doing here?"

Lee seemed absolutely frantic in annoyance and panic. "What the hell, George!" Lee growled, feeling the strong urge to smack him. "What the hell is wrong with you!"

"HAGRID!" Grawp shouted, crouching down so far that his face was nearly level with the ginger's. His hand reached out to grab George again, but Fred yelped with fear and shoved his twin to the side. Fred pushed George into a tree and stood in front of him so Grawp would have to go through him to get to his brother.

Although touched by Fred's display, George snuck from underneath his arm and said, "You...You know Hagrid?"

"George!" Fred fumed in fury, wanting to smack him himself. Was his brother mad?

"HAGRID! HAGRID!" Grawp continued to bellow. "BRUDDER!"

"Br...brudder?" George repeated, confused. Brudder...bruh-der...brudder...brother! "He's your brother?"

Grawp nodded his head furiously, sitting down with another thump that nearly sent the three of them to the ground and twiddled his thumbs. In fact, now that George saw him clearly, he looked down right...innocent. Almost...vulnerable in a way.

"George...please, let's go," Fred pleaded, unable to see anything other than Grawp had tried to grab George.

George gave him an apologetic look. "You can go if you want, don't wait for me," he said genuinely. "I don't think he'll hurt us. I think he was just interested with us."

Fred glowered at him fiercely. "Don't be a git," he snarled. "Leave you my ass."

George raised an eyebrow. "No, listen, take Lee out of the forest. I'll be okay -"

Fred punched him in the arm. "Say something like that one more time and I'll hex you into next week!" he growled so furiously that George backed away slightly, rubbing his arm. But he didn't get very far as Fred immediately pulled him back within arm's length.

"I like that idea!" Lee piped up, eyeing the giant warily. Fred glared at him.

"Look, Fred, I'm okay," George said confidently, looking into Fred's anxious eyes. "I don't think he's that dangerous."

"Says you," Fred murmured, fear and worry still etched on his face.

George turned back to Grawp, and found him drawing something in the dirt. Curious, George motioned for Fred to let him go forward. Fred did so reluctantly, but glued himself to his side regardless as George creeped forward, peering at the picture. "It looks like -"

"A mountain," Fred said in a low voice. "And...a lake?" Grawp, having heard him, let out a roar, shaking his head furiously. "Okay," Fred squeaked, "it's not a lake."

"Erm..." Lee suddenly said, coming up beside them. "A...er...pond?"

Another angry rumble from Grawp.

The giant began elaborating on his drawing, though it was nothing short of a kindergardener's skill level. He drew dead fish and what looked like lilly pads, though of course George had no idea what they were.

"A swamp!" Fred suddenly declared, having studied the picture for a few seconds.

Grawp clapped his hands, nodded enthusiastically. But a pained expression reached his eyes as he stared at it. "Was that your home?" Fred asked, finally seeing what George had saw in him.

Grawp let out a huge sigh that whipped the three wizards' hair around their faces and nodded. George frowned. He wondered why Hagrid had brought him there, but as he didn't think they were supposed to know, he doubted he could ask him. Besides, it was probably for a good reason. And as George turned to look at Fred, he saw the same determination in his twin's eyes as he knew were in his.

They were going to somehow bring Grawp a little piece of home.

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