It was another night at the old Weasely's Wizard Wheezes. George was alone closing up the place. It was all he had to distract himself. It had been a hard month for him, and it would only get harder. Only not in the way he'd expect. As George was putting away novelty wizard fireworks, fake vomit, and condoms that disappear within moments of application, he jumped up at the sound of an incessant dinging.

He approached the desk, and looked down with a sigh.

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Angelina had sent him several text messages on his crystal ball. Ever since the Yule Ball she had been stuck on him like Crabbe's police record for drug possession. He knew a mound of flesh would not satisfy the emptiness in his heart. He had lost a dear brother. Someone he could never replace. And Ron died too.

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He waited several moments for a response. Nothing. He brushed the dust off the table with his finger and forlornly stared out the window of his shitty joke store. Diagon Alley was quiet tonight. However, that wasn't the end of it. Another ding.

Miss me?

He was horrified. It wasn't Angelina that had texted him back. It was Fred. But how?

George remembered a year ago on that fateful day. The final battle that had taken his beloved brother's life. He remembered crying for 45 straight minutes at the sight of his lifeless, pale body that was admittedly not much paler than he usually was. He remembered his mother scolding him.

"Now George, we all miss him, but that's no reason to act like such a baby. Look at yourself, he's probably laughing at you in hell." She chided.

She was right. George was being a baby. He couldn't help it. Grief hit him harder than Hermione punched Malfoy that one time with her bony, scrawny arms.

Thankfully everyone had left the school grounds to go to a wicked kegger in honor of the chosen one hero that saved everyone. Everyone except for George. His mother left while stating her intentions to get Harry liquored up for a bathroom suck. She did. Her words resonated in his head which kept tears from flowing, but sadness kept immobilizing him.

"Damn shame, son." A voice cut through the silence.

It was the other groundskeeper Jud Crandall.

"Oh sorry to bother you, Mr. Crandall." George said while wiping away his tears.

Jud let out one of his classic prospector, country boy laughs.

"Not at all, son. We've all lost things." He smiled in a melancholy fashion.

His words left a foul taste in the air.

"Who did you lose in the battle, Mr. Crandall?"

"My wife, Norma." Jud frowned. "Goddamn wizard zapped her with some abracadabra trick."

Jud was a muggle, so his knowledge of the wizarding world wasn't too great, but his experience in the landscaping world was magical.

"I'm so sorry."

George held out his hand to comfort him. Jud looked at him, and smiled.

"It's alright, son. It's the way of the world. Norma lived a long life. A long, long life." As he spoke he seemed to lose himself on reflection. He then looked back to Fred's body, and took off his hat out of respect. "I'm sorry it's not the same for that boy there."

Tears welled up in George's eyes as he nodded. Jud knew he shouldn't say anymore, but he couldn't help himself.

"You know, there was that old burial ground there, Indian Burial Ground. Back home." He paused.

George looked up at him. Jud shook his head.

"You know, maybe I shouldn't say anymore." He trailed off.

"What? What are you talking about?" George followed up quickly.

He sighed.

"The place has a power..." His words carefully left him as if they were afraid to exist. "I wouldn't recommend it. Sometimes, dead is better."

It was a blur from that point. George remembered putting the body in his checked bag, and taking a flight from London all the way to Maine. He had managed to discover the place from asking around the town. They all had creepy stories that all ended with the conclusion of dead being better, but George was desperate. Unfortunately, he had scheduled his flight back for the next morning, so he didn't see what happened.

George snapped out of his thoughts, and looked down at his phone again. Maybe it was a prank? Or a coincidence! Like someone had his old number. However, he couldn't help but check.

Fred? Is that you ?

He waited a few minutes. No reply. Maybe it was just a prank. Suddenly it dinged again.

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A shiver shot down his spine. What did he mean he was on his way? Loud knocks deafened the little sounds in the shop. George began to tremble.

He reached out for the door, hesitating a moment. Finally he swung it open. He couldn't believe what he saw.

Standing across from him was his doppelganger except for the fact that he had both of his ears of course. He smiled wide at George as the living boy fell back in shock. The smell of Axe Body spray wafted into the shop.

"What is this? Some kind of sick joke?!" George screamed.

"Well that's a way to say I missed you." The mirror image grinned.

George began to tear up. Even just the hope allowed him to stand once more. He got closer, but the more he approached, the fear of reality pushed him back. Still, he had to know. "Is...that really you, Fred?"

"I'm home, Georgie."

The two embraced in a tearful reunion. George sobbed from being overcome with disbelief. Fred rubbed his back to comfort him. Then his hand went lower.

Only then did George remember something that Jud had mentioned about the cemetery before he left.

"Things don't always come back the way you remember 'em."

George didn't expect it to be like this. Fred caressed George's ass cheeks, and spread them apart from over his trousers.

"You got a tight one on ya, don't ya?" Fred whispered.

George was horrified. He was horrified at what he had done, but worse than that; he was even more horrified at how rock hard he was.

"You got a stiff pecker right there then?" Fred's tongue wiggled in George's ear as he rubbed the wand hidden in George's trousers.

Ron wasn't the only one with a huge wand. In fact, he ran on the smaller end of the Weasely cock spectrum.

"How's about we give it a suck then?"

He excitedly unbuckled George's belt. He unzipped his trousers. Then the zipper went back up. He unzipped it again. Once again it went up.

"Bloody hell, George! You wearin the trick trousers?" Fred huffed.

George, being so ready for some wand in mouth action ripped off those trousers like they were tear away pants. They weren't.

Fred sucked for some time. It was weird, but George wasn't hating it. In fact, he felt like he was about to shoot off some novelty fireworks of his own. Fred removed his mouth from the equation, and began stroking it extra hard.

"Come on then. Give me some pearly whites!" Fred grunted while jerking aggressively.

George complied, and filled his mouth with hot, acidic spunk. His mouth filled up quickly much like the dining hall of Hogwarts filled up that one time the girls of Beauxbatons came to the school for that nonsensical wizard tournament. George came so hard that he needed to sit because all the blood had rushed to his coursing and veiny wand. However, Fred didn't let up. Much like a mother trying to resuscitate her recently drowned child, he placed his mouth back on there to apply intense suction.

"Godric's galleons!" George exclaimed from the intense pleasure.

Out of nowhere, his balls inflated again with cum, and his wand stood at full mast.

"Time for the real party." Fred declared while also removing his trousers.

He bent over on the desk, and placed his hands firmly on a whoopee cushion that was left there which made a loud farting noise. Both twins laughed really hard. Then George started to fuck the shit out of Fred in the ass. The squirting noise of two fleshy bodies colliding went in tandem with the occasional whoopee cushion fart.

"Yeah bro! You like fucking this ass, brother? You like fuckin me, Oh sweet brother of mine? Use your banger in my mash!" Fred screamed while the farting noise and wet, loose squeaking filled air.

George wasn't all too comfortable with the excessive use of familial terms, but he powered through.

"Come brother! Let's cum together! Let's cum all over this shop, and make it a cum shop!" Fred continued to scream.

George was close. Fred was closer. When climax time came, George picked up Fred while still fucking him, and began spinning all around. His cum shot around the shop like a fire house dousing the flames of shitty, overpriced merchandise. It was as if a magical volunteer fireman was saving the day as I'm sure had to have happened at one point in the Harry Potter universe, but I'm also not sure because I don't pay that close of attention to her world building.

As Fred glazed the doughnut that was their shop, George filled Fred's doughnut with thick, yellow, and mucousy cum. The two collapsed on the floor with a final, pleased breath.

George finally felt full. Not in his bowls because he didn't get fucked in the ass yet, but in his heart. That happiness wouldn't last for long. The clock began to strike midnight.

"Oh no." The panic in Fred's voice changed the air of the room.

"What?"

"It's midnight. The spell is going to wear off soon!"

With a quick squelch, Fred sprung up and ran towards his sneakers which George just realized were made out of glass. However out of nowhere, the sneakers shifted form into pumpkins.

"Oh no!" Fred repeated a little louder

"Wait! Don't go!" George yelled at the naked ginger man from across the room. "I need you!"

Fred smiled. "It's OK, George. I'll always love you."

"No wait! Take me with you. Please." George begged, holding onto his brother's hand.

Fred hesitated. He took some of his few precious seconds left to think it over. "Are you sure?"

George nodded harder than when Angelina had asked him if he was ready for some post yule ball snogging.

Fred smiled at his brother. "OK, let's a go."

He held George's hand, and grabbed a bowie knife with another. He stabbed George 32 times. George died with a smile on his face. Fred smiled the whole time as well. There was a little cum here and there too. The clock finished striking. Fred's time had run out. He reverted back to a corpse, and collapsed on his brother's naked body, still holding his hand. They died happily ever after. Also Angelina died from an unrelated carrot breaking off up in there.