AU everything in book 5 haven't happened at all because I am cursed and haven't read book 5.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot
Pairing: FW/?
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Fred Weasley stood on the corner of a cold New York street thinking over how he'd ended-up cold and hungry trying to sell his body to whoever was willing to pay for it.
It started a little over a year ago he'd finley gotten out of school he and George were going to start their shop then he'd made the worse mistake of his short life he'd decide to come out to his *LOVING* family.
His dad went all quite. His mum had gone nuts screaming crying she'd been pissed. George had disowned him, DISOWNED hIS OWN TWIN!!! That had really hurt, everyone else had fallowed their dad's lead.
He'd gone out of that house with nothing and had been told not to come back. He hadn't he'd gone to the first pawn shop he could find and sold his watch the only thing he had worth anything and used the money to get away.
But getting away to the USA with out any money was not very smart though with in a week he'd been starving and homeless and alone. But he stuck it out for a few months before things got so bad he'd started blowing guys for food money.
It hadn't taken long after that to get to where he was now. And that was the worse part how he'd become slime in less then 5 months away from his family now he was nothing more then a 100 dollar whore, who lived in a ratty motel, only had one person he trusted enough to think of as a friend, he was street trash.
"Hey chap, you want a little fun" he called after a older guy who walked by and didn't look at him twice. "Damn" he said under his breath.
"Slow night" a skinny brown skinned man with a rich voice who worked the corner with him said.
"Yeah, looks like I'm going home hungry tonight" Fred frowned "You want me to stick around a bit longer Max?" The 20-year-old boy shook his head.
"I'm cool I ain't going to get in no cars don't worry so much" Max said, Fred nodded his okay and took off toward the motel room he'd lose if he didn't get some money by the end of the week.
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Fred sighed as he climbed into his bed and tried to get to sleep.
"This can't be my life not forever" he whispered before dropping off to a world of dreams.
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AN: I'll update if you all want me to oh and let me know if anyone out there want Blurred Lines updated.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot
Pairing: FW/?
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Fred Weasley stood on the corner of a cold New York street thinking over how he'd ended-up cold and hungry trying to sell his body to whoever was willing to pay for it.
It started a little over a year ago he'd finley gotten out of school he and George were going to start their shop then he'd made the worse mistake of his short life he'd decide to come out to his *LOVING* family.
His dad went all quite. His mum had gone nuts screaming crying she'd been pissed. George had disowned him, DISOWNED hIS OWN TWIN!!! That had really hurt, everyone else had fallowed their dad's lead.
He'd gone out of that house with nothing and had been told not to come back. He hadn't he'd gone to the first pawn shop he could find and sold his watch the only thing he had worth anything and used the money to get away.
But getting away to the USA with out any money was not very smart though with in a week he'd been starving and homeless and alone. But he stuck it out for a few months before things got so bad he'd started blowing guys for food money.
It hadn't taken long after that to get to where he was now. And that was the worse part how he'd become slime in less then 5 months away from his family now he was nothing more then a 100 dollar whore, who lived in a ratty motel, only had one person he trusted enough to think of as a friend, he was street trash.
"Hey chap, you want a little fun" he called after a older guy who walked by and didn't look at him twice. "Damn" he said under his breath.
"Slow night" a skinny brown skinned man with a rich voice who worked the corner with him said.
"Yeah, looks like I'm going home hungry tonight" Fred frowned "You want me to stick around a bit longer Max?" The 20-year-old boy shook his head.
"I'm cool I ain't going to get in no cars don't worry so much" Max said, Fred nodded his okay and took off toward the motel room he'd lose if he didn't get some money by the end of the week.
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Fred sighed as he climbed into his bed and tried to get to sleep.
"This can't be my life not forever" he whispered before dropping off to a world of dreams.
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AN: I'll update if you all want me to oh and let me know if anyone out there want Blurred Lines updated.