Chapter 3
Foggy days when all became clear.
Disclaimer-Since (the marvelous) JK Rowling has not given me the Harry Potter characters since the last time I updated, I still do not own them.
The next day, Fred Weasley was again sitting in his dormitory, much as he had been when Ginny had run in the day before. The two of them had talked briefly at breakfast, and he was pleased to have noticed his little sister seemed a lot happier than she had the day before. True, she seemed unable to look at the Slytherin table, but as the Slytherins were a fairly ugly lot anyway, he felt sure she would be OK. He himself had yet been able to look at George and Angelina, and quite frankly after only a day she seemed to be handling reality better than he was. With these thoughts, he decided it was time to talk to George. Angelina was out shopping with her old friends from the Quidditch team, there was no chance of her and George being.in the middle.of something. Fred tried to push back this thought, but, unbidden, thoughts and images of things they could be in the middle of pressed in around him, making the winding staircase he was climbing seem darker and narrower than it actually was. None to soon he found himself at his brother's open door, where George was laying uncomfortably back on his bed, either a) testing a Porcupine Pillowcase, or b) waiting on his brother. "G'Morning." Fred managed after a moment. "Hullo" George returned, his unusually serious voice mirroring his twins solemn tone. He sat up. "Look, Fred, man I'm sorry OK?" He looked at his brother with ever so slightly pleading eyes, and was shocked at how frozen the mirroring eyes were. "But I guess sorry doesn't really help does it." He stated glumly. "Not much else you can say is there?" Fred asked coldly. George looked at him, not sure, for perhaps the first time in his life, where his twin brother was headed. "George do you know what I've been through for the past week? Dumbledore says my work's gone down, I've been getting lost in a school that I've known my way around for over seven years now, and some people have the nerve to tell me what a cute couple you and 'Lina make." He paused and took a deep breath. "How could you two possibly make a cuter couple than. she and I did? We bloody look just a like."
George kept silent, so Fred continued. "So on what I figured would be the best day of my life, I lose my fi- girlfriend to my brother and my brother to my girlfriend." This time George spoke. "You almost said Fiancée, didn't you?" he asked quietly. Fred took a small blue box from his robes and tossed it down at George's feet. "She's not a Fiancée until she says yes George. Obviously, she didn't. Make you could get some use out of that." He turned from the doorway and made his way back down to the armchair that was becoming his home. "Fred!" yelled George. "What do you want me to do breakup with her?" He yelled as he thundered down the stairs after Fred. Fred turned around. "I don't know anymore." He whispered in a very un-Fredlike voice. "Well, we're getting a joke shop soon according to ol' Mo Kneebaggs. Perhaps you'd like to see the new tricks I've come up with?" He held up a list of scribbles that reached well past his ankles, and then held out his hand, and Fred looked at it as if it were a blast-ended skrewt. "I'm not asking you to forgive me now." George reminded him. "I'm asking you to consider it one day." Fred nodded, shook his brother's hand, and was proceeding to tell his brother about the biting book, when Ginny's voice interrupted him. "Awww.are my big brothers going to hug?" she teased, although her voice was serious. "What's the matter Gin?" asked Fred "Well.I know this shouldn't bother me.but Crabbe came up to me a few minutes ago." "That's enough to upset anyone." Agreed Fred, and although his face was straight, his voice was a lot more Fredish than it had been in the past week. George chuckled slightly, but both sets of eyes were on their sister. "And he told me Draco was missing.Well, his actually words were 'Goyle no see Draco, me either, no Malfoy', but I think that's what he meant." "How did those idiots make it this far in the Wizarding World?" pondered George. "No brains, certainly no beauty.I knew money was important but seriously." "And I was wondering if you two could find him please.because." she paled. "I have a really bad feeling about this." "Sure Gin." Said Fred. "You go see what the wonder trio is up to Ok?" George added. (A\N let's assume George knows about the breakup.) Ginny nodded, and headed back toward the Gryfindor dormitory. Fred and George looked at each other. "Where do you think he could be?" Fred asked George, trying to ignore the fact that this was Draco Malfoy they were worrying over. George shrugged. "I don't know, but he seemed pretty upset this morning. If I didn't know better I'd say he regretted this more than Ginny." "That's impossible! He broke up with her!" "I know that, but I'm telling you the guy was bummed." "The Lake then. We'll start at the Lake." A few moments later, George and Fred Weasley were slowly making there way around the lake, hindered by a heavy fog. "That's it!" George declared. "We'll never find him! Ferret boy would blend right in in this weather!" "Hang on a sec." Fred told him as he felt something crinkle under his shoe. "Look it's a letter to Malfoy!" The two of them read it quickly, and all was quite for a moment as they realized it's meaning. "Lucius made Draco breakup with Ginny?" asked George incredously. "I don't get it." "What's there to get?" Fred asked him. He looked at George seriously. "Does Malfoy seem the type to handle taking orders very well?" he asked him preoccupied, already changing his course. "What are you getting at?" George asked him, lost for a second time that day. "I mean, in my opinion, Draco seems the type who would be so disgusted at himself for giving into his father that." George stared at him. "he might have offed himself?" "It's just a thought." Fred replied, would be calm. "But how? Draco hates Muggles. No Malfoy would 'resort' to muggle methods." "True." Fred replied, quickening his step, and attempting to see through the fog, which was dulling even the bright red of the Weasley hair. George also strained his eyes through the fog, trying to keep up with Fred. " So that just leaves magic, and there is no type of Light magic that would allow a hormonal 16 yearold boy to kill himself." "No," agreed Fred, "No light magic." "But no dark magic can be cast on Hogwarts grounds. They've got sensors!" Fred had now found the area of the grounds he was looking for, and was now running flat out toward the edge of Hogwarts Property. "There's a break in those." He yelled back toward George. "I found it.about a week ago. Meant to tell Dumbledore, cause it was awful small, thought he could put a watch on it. You know, all the adults in the castle." he broke off. He could see the spot clearly now, but with all the fog he couldn't tell if there was a silver haired boy lying there. "But?" George yelled. "Well, like I said, I haven't exactly been myself lately." They were now almost on top of the spot, and suddenly both young men stopped. As they had feared, hanging in a strange hammock like contraption, was a limp and barely breathing Draco Malfoy. They ran up to the strange contraption, and George attempted to lift Draco out of it, but the moment he touched the rope his vision clouded and an excruciating pain ran up his arm from his hand, as if his veins were both on fire and filling with ice at the same time. Fred watched in shock as his brother withered in pain, crying out. The last time he had seen anything like this had been in his sixth year, when "Professor Moody" had taught them the Unforgivable Curses. But what was the counter for the Cruacius curse? Fred looked around and saw what he assumed was Malfoy's wand and raised it slightly. Though the hammock did not disappear, it appeared to have lost much of its power, as George was able to drop his hand (now a crimson red color) and Draco uttered a small sigh. "And I thought we were through with the hospital wing. Murmured George wincing as the brothers and a floating limp form made there was as quickly as possible through the fog and back up to the castle
A\N-And there is Chapter 3\6. We've reached the halfway mark. Sorry if F\G seem a little OOC, they'll act more like themselves later. Review and tell me what you think, I'm always open for suggestions. Also, for any R\Hr\H shippers check out my story Borrowed Hearts, where you get to choose who Hermione ends up with. For more D\G adventures, try "Whatever you want." Lastly, everyone please check out Angel (who can be found in my favorite author section.) Her original novel "The Musketeers" is very enjoyable. Hope you've enjoyed yourself, see you next chapter Much Love, CR
Foggy days when all became clear.
Disclaimer-Since (the marvelous) JK Rowling has not given me the Harry Potter characters since the last time I updated, I still do not own them.
The next day, Fred Weasley was again sitting in his dormitory, much as he had been when Ginny had run in the day before. The two of them had talked briefly at breakfast, and he was pleased to have noticed his little sister seemed a lot happier than she had the day before. True, she seemed unable to look at the Slytherin table, but as the Slytherins were a fairly ugly lot anyway, he felt sure she would be OK. He himself had yet been able to look at George and Angelina, and quite frankly after only a day she seemed to be handling reality better than he was. With these thoughts, he decided it was time to talk to George. Angelina was out shopping with her old friends from the Quidditch team, there was no chance of her and George being.in the middle.of something. Fred tried to push back this thought, but, unbidden, thoughts and images of things they could be in the middle of pressed in around him, making the winding staircase he was climbing seem darker and narrower than it actually was. None to soon he found himself at his brother's open door, where George was laying uncomfortably back on his bed, either a) testing a Porcupine Pillowcase, or b) waiting on his brother. "G'Morning." Fred managed after a moment. "Hullo" George returned, his unusually serious voice mirroring his twins solemn tone. He sat up. "Look, Fred, man I'm sorry OK?" He looked at his brother with ever so slightly pleading eyes, and was shocked at how frozen the mirroring eyes were. "But I guess sorry doesn't really help does it." He stated glumly. "Not much else you can say is there?" Fred asked coldly. George looked at him, not sure, for perhaps the first time in his life, where his twin brother was headed. "George do you know what I've been through for the past week? Dumbledore says my work's gone down, I've been getting lost in a school that I've known my way around for over seven years now, and some people have the nerve to tell me what a cute couple you and 'Lina make." He paused and took a deep breath. "How could you two possibly make a cuter couple than. she and I did? We bloody look just a like."
George kept silent, so Fred continued. "So on what I figured would be the best day of my life, I lose my fi- girlfriend to my brother and my brother to my girlfriend." This time George spoke. "You almost said Fiancée, didn't you?" he asked quietly. Fred took a small blue box from his robes and tossed it down at George's feet. "She's not a Fiancée until she says yes George. Obviously, she didn't. Make you could get some use out of that." He turned from the doorway and made his way back down to the armchair that was becoming his home. "Fred!" yelled George. "What do you want me to do breakup with her?" He yelled as he thundered down the stairs after Fred. Fred turned around. "I don't know anymore." He whispered in a very un-Fredlike voice. "Well, we're getting a joke shop soon according to ol' Mo Kneebaggs. Perhaps you'd like to see the new tricks I've come up with?" He held up a list of scribbles that reached well past his ankles, and then held out his hand, and Fred looked at it as if it were a blast-ended skrewt. "I'm not asking you to forgive me now." George reminded him. "I'm asking you to consider it one day." Fred nodded, shook his brother's hand, and was proceeding to tell his brother about the biting book, when Ginny's voice interrupted him. "Awww.are my big brothers going to hug?" she teased, although her voice was serious. "What's the matter Gin?" asked Fred "Well.I know this shouldn't bother me.but Crabbe came up to me a few minutes ago." "That's enough to upset anyone." Agreed Fred, and although his face was straight, his voice was a lot more Fredish than it had been in the past week. George chuckled slightly, but both sets of eyes were on their sister. "And he told me Draco was missing.Well, his actually words were 'Goyle no see Draco, me either, no Malfoy', but I think that's what he meant." "How did those idiots make it this far in the Wizarding World?" pondered George. "No brains, certainly no beauty.I knew money was important but seriously." "And I was wondering if you two could find him please.because." she paled. "I have a really bad feeling about this." "Sure Gin." Said Fred. "You go see what the wonder trio is up to Ok?" George added. (A\N let's assume George knows about the breakup.) Ginny nodded, and headed back toward the Gryfindor dormitory. Fred and George looked at each other. "Where do you think he could be?" Fred asked George, trying to ignore the fact that this was Draco Malfoy they were worrying over. George shrugged. "I don't know, but he seemed pretty upset this morning. If I didn't know better I'd say he regretted this more than Ginny." "That's impossible! He broke up with her!" "I know that, but I'm telling you the guy was bummed." "The Lake then. We'll start at the Lake." A few moments later, George and Fred Weasley were slowly making there way around the lake, hindered by a heavy fog. "That's it!" George declared. "We'll never find him! Ferret boy would blend right in in this weather!" "Hang on a sec." Fred told him as he felt something crinkle under his shoe. "Look it's a letter to Malfoy!" The two of them read it quickly, and all was quite for a moment as they realized it's meaning. "Lucius made Draco breakup with Ginny?" asked George incredously. "I don't get it." "What's there to get?" Fred asked him. He looked at George seriously. "Does Malfoy seem the type to handle taking orders very well?" he asked him preoccupied, already changing his course. "What are you getting at?" George asked him, lost for a second time that day. "I mean, in my opinion, Draco seems the type who would be so disgusted at himself for giving into his father that." George stared at him. "he might have offed himself?" "It's just a thought." Fred replied, would be calm. "But how? Draco hates Muggles. No Malfoy would 'resort' to muggle methods." "True." Fred replied, quickening his step, and attempting to see through the fog, which was dulling even the bright red of the Weasley hair. George also strained his eyes through the fog, trying to keep up with Fred. " So that just leaves magic, and there is no type of Light magic that would allow a hormonal 16 yearold boy to kill himself." "No," agreed Fred, "No light magic." "But no dark magic can be cast on Hogwarts grounds. They've got sensors!" Fred had now found the area of the grounds he was looking for, and was now running flat out toward the edge of Hogwarts Property. "There's a break in those." He yelled back toward George. "I found it.about a week ago. Meant to tell Dumbledore, cause it was awful small, thought he could put a watch on it. You know, all the adults in the castle." he broke off. He could see the spot clearly now, but with all the fog he couldn't tell if there was a silver haired boy lying there. "But?" George yelled. "Well, like I said, I haven't exactly been myself lately." They were now almost on top of the spot, and suddenly both young men stopped. As they had feared, hanging in a strange hammock like contraption, was a limp and barely breathing Draco Malfoy. They ran up to the strange contraption, and George attempted to lift Draco out of it, but the moment he touched the rope his vision clouded and an excruciating pain ran up his arm from his hand, as if his veins were both on fire and filling with ice at the same time. Fred watched in shock as his brother withered in pain, crying out. The last time he had seen anything like this had been in his sixth year, when "Professor Moody" had taught them the Unforgivable Curses. But what was the counter for the Cruacius curse? Fred looked around and saw what he assumed was Malfoy's wand and raised it slightly. Though the hammock did not disappear, it appeared to have lost much of its power, as George was able to drop his hand (now a crimson red color) and Draco uttered a small sigh. "And I thought we were through with the hospital wing. Murmured George wincing as the brothers and a floating limp form made there was as quickly as possible through the fog and back up to the castle
A\N-And there is Chapter 3\6. We've reached the halfway mark. Sorry if F\G seem a little OOC, they'll act more like themselves later. Review and tell me what you think, I'm always open for suggestions. Also, for any R\Hr\H shippers check out my story Borrowed Hearts, where you get to choose who Hermione ends up with. For more D\G adventures, try "Whatever you want." Lastly, everyone please check out Angel (who can be found in my favorite author section.) Her original novel "The Musketeers" is very enjoyable. Hope you've enjoyed yourself, see you next chapter Much Love, CR