The characters in this story belong to J.K Rowlings, she is the mastermind behind the characters and their relationships with others. Any character not found in her Harry Potter series belongs to me. Thanks for trying the story! In addition, the characters are rather OOC but I do hope you enjoy it.
This story has not been beta read by anyone other than myself and my grammar/style/spell checker. So if you find any errors please let me know. I would rather be told and have the opportunity to make the story better than to have people appalled by the grammar mistakes.
Sixth year is finally over and Fred and I are supposed to be having an awesome summer, full of fun and pranks before facing our final year at Hogwarts. All my plans for a carefree summer of canary crèmes and fake rubber wands are a distant memory now.
It's really hard to say why Fred has had such a temper these past three weeks. Angelina only wanted a break, 'to spend her last summer before adulthood on her own'. By the way he was treating me you'd think it was me who'd gone and dumped the bugger. Sometimes the comments get vicious and I have to bite my lip and remember that he is only venting at me because he's hurt and he trusts me. Although lately it has been a lot harder to pass my worries off with that excuse, because he's perfectly nice to everyone else… even PERCY!
So the past three weeks have been utterly hellish for me and I don't know how much more abuse I can take from my best friend and other half before I snap and hurt someone. Well mum's calling me for dinner so I'd better go play the happy son.
GeorgeGeorge Weasley tossed his journal under his bed and bounded towards the stairs. As he was about to leave the room he shared with his twin, Fred walked through the door and straight into him. George stumbled backward at the force of the impact.
"Watch where you're going you insufferable git." Fred sneered as he shoved his way past his brother.
George's smile faltered and he tossed Fred a hurt glance over his shoulder as he moved from the room towards the kitchen. Dinner was tense that night as Fred happily chattered with the family purposefully excluding George. Ron kept shooting him glances from the corner of his eye. Ginny was watching him, her face twisted into a piteous frown. About the twelfth time Ron caught his eye with a meaningful stare, George dropped his fork and left the table with a moody scowl.
The sound of laughter followed George up the stairs as Fred diverted their attention back to him with a perverse joke.
'That's it!' George cursed mentally. 'I won't take it anymore! That smug arse is going to tell me what his problem is.'
He sat tensely on his bed facing the wall until he heard the door click and Fred's footsteps move toward his bed.
"What's your problem Georgie?" Fred chuckled.
Flinching at the malice lacing the words, George straightened up and turned to face his reflection. "My problem? What's my problem? You great arse! What did I ever do to you? The way you've been treating me lately… what have I ever done to you?"
Fred's face twisted with anger and he laughed. The sound echoed throughout the room and George noticed how hollow it sounded. "What have you done? Everything! You were born, you took my face, you're always around! I can never be alone!"
Fred turned around and slammed out of the room. George wilted as he heard him enter Percy's room down the hall. With a heavy sigh, he shuffled down the hall to Ron's room and raised his hand to knock. His fist froze as he heard angry sounds from Percy's room. He sat down outside Percy's door and listened, hoping to gather some useful information.
'Look Fred, it's just, well I can't help but notice there's something happening between you an' George that's all'
George thought that sounded like Ron. His thoughts were interrupted as Percy's voice filtered through the door.
'Yeah you've been treating him rather rough lately. Did you have an argument?'
'Look, the problem between that git and myself is simple. I wish he had never been born. I wake up and he's there. He's always there! He rides on the coat tails of my popularity and gets in the way of my life. I just feel like I'd be much happier if he wasn't around. Sometimes…
George had to strain to hear as Fred lowered his voice.
'Sometimes I wish he was dead'Thankfully George's gasp was drowned out by the loud sounds coming from his shocked brothers. Unable to listen anymore, he stumbled won the hall, trying to stop the flood of tears from his eyes. He accidentally slammed into the closet, cursing at the loud echoing bang; he quickly ducked into his room and threw himself onto his bed.
His thoughts were wild and largely unfocused, although his clarity centered on his twin brother's words. 'I can't believe he said that. He wishes I was dead?'
George fell into autopilot. Thinking of nothing but escaping, getting himself as far away from those hurtful words as he could. He tore through his dresser drawers, throwing clothes everywhere in his mad search for his hidden stash of wizarding gold. He hastily stuffed a change of clothes, his money, wand and cache of chocolate frogs and pumpkin pastries into his Hogwarts school bag and fled the room. When e reached the hall a single thought broke through his pain filled haze. His parents were awake. George doubled back and silently flung himself towards the window. He clambered onto the roof and silently shimmied down the trellis to the ground below.
He glanced about and crept around to the back of the darkened house. Avoiding the light from the kitchen window, he grabbed his broom from the back garden wall and mounted it. Looking back at the house a final time, he pushed off as he heard his mother's laughter float through the clear darkness of the night.
'Gringotts first,' George thought 'I'll have to change my money into muggle money. Then through the leaky cauldron to muggle London. I'd better find a disguise.'
TBC.. well I'd like it if you'd tell me what you thought. Now I won't say any of the usual: review and I'll update faster because it's not true. The next chapter if you're interested will be up next week towards the end because I'll be gone all week end. Cheerio.
