Chapter 2: Roger Davies

Fred awoke to the sound of crashing just below him, had someone broken into the house? And his brother, he was still missing, it had to be at least one in the morning at this point. "Wha?" He asked into the cold air, rubbing his eyes just realizing he had slept in his work robes. Yet another crash, and clumsy steps up the stairs.

"I hate her!" George cried punching into the wall, his cheeks red and his eyes swollen as if he had been holding back tears. "And with her father right there..." he trailed off, getting more into what he had to say. "And then she begins to cry!" He waved his arms in the air in disbelief. "Where does she get off crying, I wasn't the one who bloody…" he choked on his own words, he couldn't bare it, just the thought sickened him immensely.

"George, I take it she said no but that's no need to --"

"Said no!" He cried banging his fists on the floor as his feet slid to the ground. "By god why hadn't she had done that, said she didn't love me, did that then I'd have reason to hate her, not like I bloody don't know," he was pained in the face, his fists balled tightly.

"What in the hell happened mate?" Fred asked with a look of bewilderment and confusion. He had never seen George so angered before, even when Malfoy made those ridiculous remarks concerning their mother.

"I asked her, everything, it went great, her dad was real nice, he works in the ministry, called Percy a royal prick," both the twins laughed together slightly nd George mustered the strength to continue. "She started bawling her eyes out, when I showed her, her mum liked the ring, dad too, I thought she'd gone mental…" He sighed, his grip relaxing. "How are you supposed to take it?" He asked, looking to his brother for answers.

"Take what? George, you look like you're the one going mental—what the fuck happened that has you like this?" He asked, temper rising, his brother made little, make that no sense what so ever, it was early in the morning, all he wanted to do was sleep.

"She's, she's, god, my god she is pregnant…" he sighed breathing heavily.

"Well," said Fred taken aback, then smiled whole heartedly, "You can't blame her solely for that now can you?" His smile was taken away by his twin's glare.

"Yeah, I think I can Fred," He said gritting his teeth, his fists began to bawl yet again. Fred gave a look of confusion. "The baby isn't mine alright!" He yelled, closing his eyes looking as though he was counting to ten or something of a similar nature.

Fred's eyes widened, "Who?"

George, in a pained expression replied, "Roger Davies," he continued on without relent. "She said he made her feel 'comfortable'," he began to get worked up again. "What? Like I had never made her comfortable? Like I had made her absolutely miserable for the past, year, years Fred! Years I've known her…" He trailed off shaking his head. Fred was tired, George as well but neither would sleep, they had little choice other then to divulge in sadness, though Fred refused to accept this.

"Have you heard about the club that opened on the outskirts of Knockturn?" He asked then quickly added at George's odd expression, "It holds more life the Diagon Alley all together. For a moment he couldn't believe he was suggesting going to Knockturn but he could hardly stand to lie still while this thing had come to term, denial was so much easier and too much of a temptation.

"What the?" George sighed hopelessly gaping in awe of his brother who would suggest such a thing in his time of need, everything had come to a halt and his confusion turned quickly to anger. "I'm down on my knees here, the love of my life fucked another man and is having his child, and you wonder if I want to go down to a fucking club?" He made a gesture that could conceivably looked upon as a twitch.

"Now this is too heavy to take in at one in the morning, you don't need this, I don't need this, we both need to relax… you follow me?" He asked his brother, an eyebrow rose.

"Alright then, fine." Replied George hopelessly, wondering what exactly his twin was up too, for he had not a clue. "Well, we can't go like this," he said staring down at his purple robes, a solemn reminder of Katie's mum scolding him for wearing such a thing, how she disgusted him so. Fred nodded, looking towards the closet; they had purchased a variety of things since there business had prospered so.

Minutes were spared, mere minutes and that was all. Dragon skin jackets and boots, loose muggle jeans and both of them wearing uniquely different tops, stepped out onto the cold cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley. To some, the silence would be eerie or disturbing but it was merely day in darkness, they hade gotten used to it quickly.

"So then…" began George with a somewhat confused expression, popping the collar of his coat. "Knockturn," nervousness present in his tone, "Knockturn Alley," he let out a deep breath as his brother nodded. It was not too long of a distance but still, the thought of reaching into such a place was somewhat frightening.

"A few drinks, women…" Fred began, just remembering his fiancé, though the drinks were still an option he would more then likely take, how he fell in love with the Fire whisky these days. With a loud pop the twins vanished from the emptiness that was once a thriving place to run businesses, and right outside the doors of the new club for the… darker witch or wizard.

A pulsating music ruptured from the unopened doors, there was a line, a fucking line in Knockturn Alley, and not one seemed to fit the profile of one in Knockturn. It was odd, the abandoned streets, yet this place was literally thriving with witches and wizards. Bold red letters lined the lopsided building, "Bust and Back." A bouncer stood at the door, tall and dangly, though his wand was clutched tightly in his right hand, he looked stricken with paranoia to say the least.

A voice in front of them sounded oddly familiar. "Why are we here again Harry?" Asked an impatient voice of Hermione Granger.

"Aww, Hermione, calm down, I mean if Harry thinks this is a good idea, well then…" he struggled for a moment, there was nothing. "Then there is nothing else to say." Hermione rolled her eyes while Harry looked at Ron with the utmost curiosity.

"Alright, Dumbledore said a lot about horcruxes but not where they are, there are a bunch of dark wizards here, they should know something." He looked around at who was actually there and didn't blame Hermione's curious look as he spoke these words.

"Could you be any louder Harry?" Asked Fred with a grin, more company, it might do George some good. "Talk of such things in a public place, your intelligence amazes me," Harry seemed surprise by the twins' presence never the less, Fred's statement was not welcome, he was under enough pressure as it is.

"Next in line, hey you, with the bushy hair! You comin' or ancha?" The gaunt bouncer inquired to Hermione. Hermione, a bit flushed sauntered over there followed by Harry and Ron, at least the line was moving. "Identification sirs," he said absent mindedly as the three made there way into the building and Fred and George appeared.

"Fred and George Weasley," replied Fred with a predominant smile.

"Right then," he said looking them up and down, he pulled out what looked like a muggle appointment book, "Fred and George Weaselby," he replied with the tip of his wand, the booklet remained still. "Sorry, ya ain't in our directory." George gave a look of utter awe at the dangly man.

"Weasley, not Weaselby," replied Fred frustrated, almost as those who were in line behind him.

"Right then, right," said the man nodding and trying yet again. "Fred Weasley, George Weasley," he pointed to the notebook and the pages flipped through one another at rapid pace. "Alright then," he said after reading something or other on the page. "Step right in now, wont cha?" He said with a grin, "Next in line, yeah you with the torn shirt and the thick glasses!" He yelled back at the line, looking as though it had been a stressful evening.