Disclaimer: All characters found in J.K Rowlings' Harry Potter series belong to her. Any characters not found in that series are of my own creation and as such belong to me J. This story is rated R to be safe for future themes.
Thank you to my first three reviewers! SatanSaphire, Maikafuiniel, curly29. You made me feel great. I hope you continue to read the story and I hope you like the outcome.
Also this story will be written around both the twins. Every odd chapter will deal with George's perspective and all the even chapters will focus on Fred's part in the scene. So this is centered on Fred. It's a lot of just fleshing out George's disappearance. The next chapter will deal with George and pick up from where his story left off!
Happy readings
When you're gone chapter 2
'Sometimes I wish he was dead.'
The words elicited sharp sounds from both of Fred's brothers in the room. He glanced around and absently noticed that Ron looked sick. "What's with that look Ron?" Fred asked.
"You just told us that you wished George – our brother, YOUR TWIN – was dead!" Ron snarled through clenched teeth.
'Oh god, I did say that didn't I?' Fred thought with widened eyes.
"Fred you didn't…" a loud bang echoed down the hall interrupting Percy. They all stopped and listened, when no further noise reached their ears, Percy shrugged and turned back to Fred. "You didn't really mean it, right Fred?"
"No," Fred sighed, "I don't wish he was dead. It's just… too much right now. I look in the mirror and I'm angry at myself and then I look at him and maybe it's him that I'm mad at. I don't know anymore and it is just easier to hurt him and punish him and make myself believe that it's him that I'm mad at." Fred sighed running his hand through his hair, "I just need some space to be Fred and figure out what I'm really mad at."
"I really think you need to have a chat with him. He's not doing so well these days." Ron relented, removing the mask of disgust from his features.
"I guess – just not tonight. Percy, can I crash with you? I don't want to deal with this tonight."
Percy wavered for a moment before tossing Fred a blanket and a pillow. "Alright, but you have to talk to him first thing after breakfast!"
Fred nodded and pulled the blanket over his head as Ron departed to his room. Rolling over he closed his eyes and thought about his anger. 'It's not really George's fault I suppose, it's rather silly to be mad at him because Angelina broke up with me and I can't stand to look at myself.' Fred's lips curled slightly as he let out a silent chuckle, 'I guess we do need to have a long talk in the morning.' Fred sighed and fell into a dreamless sleep.
Morning came far too early in Fred's opinion and he was awakened to the sounds of pots clanging in the kitchen, and the smell of bacon sizzling on the stove. Letting out a groan he rose to his feet and took a moment to place his surroundings.
'That's right, Percy's room. Had a fight with George,' Fred remembered sleepily. He swatted Percy's sleeping form on his way out of the room and stumbled to the kitchen. Taking his place at the table, Fred watched the morning activity through hooded, sleep heavy eyelids. Ron and Ginny were playing wizard's chess. Mr. Weasley was reading the Daily Prophet, and Mrs. Weasley was cooking tomato slices. Fred barely turned his head as Percy stumbled gracefully from the bottom stair and struggled into his chair. As they settled down to eat, Fred noticed George's absence. 'Odd, he's usually the first one of all of us down here.' "Mum, where's George?" He asked through a mouthful of bacon.
"Oh poor dear must be dead asleep. I knocked once to call him to breakfast but I didn't want to wake him if he wasn't up. He's looked dreadfully tired lately! I will just save him a plate. Oh and Fred dear, don't talk with your mouth full." Mum chattered cheerfully, while Fred looked away guiltily, meeting the reproachful stare Ron directed at him.
When breakfast was over and the dishes were being magically scrubbed in the sink, Fred took a deep breath and headed for the stairs. Outside the twins' room, Fred hesitated with his hand hovering over the doorknob. 'You can do this, this is George! He'll forgive you.' Fred mentally kicked himself. Jerking open the door he opened his mouth, "look George, we need…" Fred trailed off as he noticed that his brother was absent from the room.
"I wonder when he came out, I didn't' notice him downstairs." With that, Fred turned and bounded down the stairs calling for his brother.
"Hey George?" Fred called, reaching the living room.
"He's in your room dear!" Mrs. Weasley called back. Fred tossed her a puzzled look before sticking his head out the back door.
"George? George!" Fred shook his head. "Now where has that boy got to?" Fred slapped himself in the forehead and let out a self-depreciating chuckle. 'He must be in the bathroom!'
As he walked up the stairs for the second time that morning, he realized just how anxious he was to set things right with his twin. When he reached the bathroom door, he smiled triumphantly upon finding it closed. 'Aha! I was right!' Fred thought smugly as he settled down outside the door to wait. After about fifteen minutes, the door opened and the steam cleared to reveal Ginny towel drying her long hair.
"Oh sorry Fred, if I had known someone was waiting I would have rushed!"
"How do you know I'm Fred?"
"George has dark circles under his eyes," Ginny's face became a mask of worry, "does he look better today?"
"I haven't seen him yet." Fred grudgingly admitted. "I think he's avoiding me."
"I think you're avoiding him! George hasn't left your room all day!" Ginny clucked disapprovingly.
Fred faltered, muttering an excuse to Ginny under his breath, he ran down the hallway. Opening the door to his room, he surveyed George's half with a curse. His normally tidy brother had ransacked his dresser, and the covers had been messily torn off his bed. Fred noted that George's school bag was not next to his, and his brother's money stash was gone. Cursing again, Fred hurried out to the back garden. 'Shit!' He thought wildly, looking at the space George's broom had occupied last night.
"Mum!" Fred called with an edge of panic in his voice.
"What is it luv?" Mrs. Weasley called, not looking up from her knitting.
"Mum, I can't find George and his stuff is missing!"
"That's not funny Fred, what have I told you about you and your brother's little jokes?" Mrs. Weasley smiled in what Fred guessed was a discouraging manner.
"Mum, this isn't a prank. I'm serious, come look!" Fred frantically tugged at her arm. Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes as her son dragged her up the stairs.
"I've told Arthur you need to stop with the pranks. Never going to get ahead in life if you're always…" Mrs. Weasley trailed off as she took in the messy room. She hardly heard Fred as he explained about the missing items. Her eyes flashed to the open window. She turned back to Fred who was looking at her expectantly. Slowly Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth, and screamed.
TBC. I hope you like this chapter. I had a hard time because I knew that I had to put this in but I really can't wait to write George's next part so I got this out as quickly as I could. I'll try and update again soon!
