Desperate
by Lady Alekto
AN: Firstly I want to apologize for not updating for such a long time, but I had a terrible case of writers block. Happens to the best!
Secondly I want to thank all reviewers for ... uh ... reviewing me? *sniggers* Well ... this story is slowly coming to an end. I feel it! So be prepared for the next chapter which I'll try to write within the next few days.
As you surely know by now, English is not my first language, but I feel obliged to rub this under your nose every possible time. *ducks under her desk to cover from flying ... dictionaries ... grammar-books ... English-teachers...* Uh ... I better go now. Bye
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the other characters used in this story aren't mine. They belong to JK Rowling, and I'm just borrowing them.
Pairings: George/Angelique, Fred/Angelique (only in his dreams though)
Warnings: Suicide attempt, angst, blood spells, nice Percy
Rating: R
Ich stehe im Regen
von Vergangenheit umgeben
von Träumen verfolgt
die Schreie verstummt
doch laut im Kopf
(Ich stehe im Regen, by Eos Alekto)
I'm standing in the rain
the past is surrounding me
the nightmares keep following me
the screams are now mute
but they're loud within my mind
Chapter 7
Percy sighed as he saw the shocked and confused look on the twins' faces.
"What do you mean...." George started.
"..we're bonded?" Fred finished.
"A spell was cast, a very strong spell, a blood spell, and something has gone wrong. I do believe that it has something to do with the fact that you are twins." Percy said thoughtfully.
"Because we're twins?" Fred asked.
"Do you remember anything you learned about blood spells in Hogwarts?" Percy inquired, but at the blank expressions on the twins' faces he started to explain. "Well, you know blood spells are very difficult and the ingredients are very hard to find. It needs an enormous amount of money, patience and skill to cast them. Things can get terribly wrong while casting them and they're strictly forbidden. Not even you-know-who or any of his followers broke this rule... until now."
"What can go wrong?" Fred asked out of morbid fascination.
Percy thought hard for a while "Well, as far as I know ... everything. While casting blood spells in the past dangerous demons were awakened, that no one knows where they came from, houses were blown up, the wizards casting the spells were killed by fire, ice and other elemental powers... and so on."
George swallowed "You said the spell that was cast upon us was cast wrong, didn't you?" he was now very pale.
"Yes, I think so, but the effects weren't as fatal as the mentioned. It seems as if you two are connected now."
Percy offered "I mean, like your bond as twins, but stronger, and it keeps going stronger."
"Who... who cast the spell?" Fred asked, his thoughts taking a completely different way.
Percys eyes fell to the floor "I found the document with Angeliques file"
George choked and stared at him blankly "You're lying" he whispered.
"George, calm down, we already had a fight about this."
"Angelique,..." Fred whispered "...and everything begins and ends with her."
"You must be lying" George breathed again, not being able to get his voice to work properly. He let out a harsh sob and buried his face in his hands.
Suddenly he found himself caught in the embrace of his twin. "Can the spell be broken?" Fred asked silently, stroking his brothers hair while clutching the shaking body tightly.
"As much as I'd like to tell you 'yes' I can't. I can't even tell you no. That's the problem with blood spells, they're unpredictable. Originally... and that's the only thing I can tell you ... the Amoratis-spell is bound to the life-energy of the person who spoke the spell. But I'm not sure if it is still like that." Percy answered honestly. "Probably it will dissolve with the persons death, but that's just an option."
"What did go wrong, what was the spell supposed to do?" George asked, obviously having found his voice again.
"The spell was supposed to make one of you two, I suppose George fall in love, I mean real love. The one where you do just about anything for another person, including, spying, killing ..." Percy said closing his eyes "You're twins, you're so similar in everything, in every detail, the spell didn't know which of you was meant to be affected by it, so it split up its power on both of you, loosing half of its strength, but creating another connection between you two, that wasn't recognizable until... until Fred..."
"The red thread" whispered Fred, barely concealing his horror. "The red threat that wouldn't let me go"
"What are you talking of?" George stared at his brother with fear in his eyes.
Fred looked up, tears shone in his eyes "When I was about ... about to fall... in ... in the darkness..." he whispered for lack of better words "... there, a red thread was there... I tried to get away, but it wouldn't let me fall..." he intended to laugh, but a sob escaped his lips "... it burned my skin when I tried to touch it, and then there was your voice, and your mind ... " he stared into his twins eyes "... and there was your pain..." he said, barely in a breath.
***
Percy suddenly felt very uncomfortable, something telling him that he had just witnessed a scene that was very private, something he shouldn't have seen. He bit his lip and left the room. The twins needed to sort this out by themselves.
Meanwhile he could contact the Ministry if they had any new information about Angelique. Strangely the woman seemed to have disappeared since the time she last saw George. Actually George was the person who had last seen her. She had simply disappeared on the way home.
Percy didn't want to share this information with the twins quite yet. He wasn't sure if they both could handle any more right now.
He sighed. He hadn't slept in 24 hours straight. Maybe he should better go to bed, well, after he received the information of the Ministry.
He sat down on the couch, rubbing his face with his hands.
Five minutes later he was fast asleep.
***
"Are you... are you telling me, that this spell somewhat ... linked our minds?" George asked Fred. He knew, he had seen the images in his own mind, it was just hard to believe that something like this happened, to them of all people. "I mean... telepathic?"
Fred grinned, if only a little "Have some secrets I ain't allowed to know about?" he asked, suddenly confronted with a pillow that was whacked over his head.
"How can you think of ... wait... this is interesting..." George replied "Maybe we can learn to talk by our thoughts? I mean... we're linked, aren't we?"
"We were always linked, just not ... as strong as now" Fred answered.
"Why didn't I feel it?" George whispered suddenly, the pain obvious in his voice.
"Feel what?"
"That you, that you would... that ..." George couldn't finish his sentences between the sobs.
"I ... I don't blame you George, please don't blame yourself. It was my fault" Fred said, surprisingly calm.
Looking up with an again tear-streaked face George grabbed the sides of his twins face harshly. "Don't... don't say that ... ever again. I should have ... we all shouldn't have been so ... so ... unaware of the pain you were going through. I of all people should have noticed, but ... it's over, you're alive, thank all the gods " he all but cried in his twins face. Sobbing again he buried his face in Freds shoulder, who didn't have any answer, so Fred just held onto George, his own tears running down his cheeks silently.
I'm sorry...
Don't be
***
Molly Weasley entered the room the twins were in.
She had fallen asleep after sitting with her youngest son Ron, who had woken up from a terrible nightmare, what was not surprising after a night and an incident like this. She had felt a little guilty, thinking the twins needed her too right now.
She had left the twins with a heavy heart, but George had unmistakably made clear that they needed time to make up. Who was she to question one twin about the other.
She smiled at the scene that greeted her. They were clutching each other desperately and not even a bunch of griffins could have torn them apart right then.
Freds sleepy face looked up at her. "Hi mom" he whispered, a little sorrowful. He knew he had caused her pain, he had caused everybody pain. He blamed himself terribly for acting in a moment of emotional overload.
"Fred, why don't you go back to sleep, we can have that long talk later." she whispered too, not wanting to wake up George.
"Mom?" Fred asked, as she was about to leave the room.
"Yes?" Molly asked, turning around, facing Fred again.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" he whispered hoarsely, starting to cry again, trying to keep silent as not to wake his twin.
Her face softened and she stepped to the bed both twins were lying in right now. "Hush Fred, we'll talk about that later." she said warmly, stroking her sons cheek gently.
When Fred had fallen asleep she decided that she needed right now some hot tea to calm herself down.
As she reached the living room she couldn't help but smile again. Percy had fallen asleep on the couch. The signs of exhaustion still visible on his pale face. She covered him with a blanket and tucked him in.
End Chapter 7
Please review, I know you want to, c'mon It'll take only a minute!