As I requested,
Please no hatred.
I promise it will get better.
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I follow Fred to the grand stairway.
"Will you stop!" I yell after him. "It's past curfew, where are you going?"
"Away from you," he replies, making his way down the stairs.
I run after him and grab his right shoulder, turning him to face me.
No sooner than he was facing me, did his right fist collide with my face and I found myself on my back with Fred above me.
"What the fuck, George? You score six 'Outstandings' and not only lie about them to me, but you let me hold you back?"
My nose is bleeding, and I use the sleeve of my robe to wipe it away, sitting up. "What does it matter?" I ask him as I stand back up.
"You lied to me!" He exclaims. "I'm your twin brother and you lied to me for two years!"
"I'm sorry!"
"You're sorry? You're fucking sorry?"
Fred grabs me by the front of my robes, and there is an anger in his eyes that I have never seen in the fights that we've had before.
"You have wanted to be an Auror since you knew what it was to be one. I had thought that you had given up on it because you didn't score high enough, not because of me! What the hell is wrong with you George?"
He punches me once more with his free hand in the stomach and I fall to my knees. "I love you," I state when I can catch my breath from the blow.
"Fuck you," he replies. I look up at him and he's wiping tears from his eyes. "I would never expect you to give up your dream for me. Never."
At the sound of footsteps approaching we both look towards the Great Hall where McGonagall, Snape and Dumbledore are walking towards us. Being in the entrance of the school, I am surprised that someone didn't show up sooner.
"Mr. Weasley!" McGonagall states staring at Fred and running to check on me. "What is the meaning of this?"
I shrug her away and stand up, wincing at the pain in my stomach. "It's nothing," I state glancing at Dumbledore and Snape who are looking back and forth between Fred and I.
"I would like it to be explained why two brothers and such great friends would want to cause each other pain?" Dumbledore asks.
Using my sleeve once more to wipe the still running blood from my nose I shrug at the question and eyes turn to Fred.
He glares at me. "Why don't you tell them, George? Or make up a lie at least. You seem to be pretty good at that."
"That seems a little harsh, Mr. Weasley." McGonagall states from my right, eyeing my still trickling nose.
"Can't this remain a personal issue between my brother and I?" I ask.
Snape chooses this instant to speak. "Any personal issues while in school, are school issues as well Mr. Weasley, so why don't you tell us what happened here."
"Fred is upset at me," I start, with rolled eyes from Snape. "For lying about my O.W.L exams."
The professors minus Snape looked at me in shock, having been made aware of my results as well.
"Why?" McGonagall asks.
Fred cuts me off before I can answer. "For me." I can tell by the wavering in his voice that he is still crying. "He was willing to give up his dream of being an Auror for my dream of running a joke shop. He lied to me for two entire years about his grades."
I watch as McGonagall walks over to Fred and placed her hand on his shoulder. "He hasn't given up his dream completely. Your brother has decided to take his NEWT exams regardless of not taking the classes."
I glance at Snape who shakes his head slightly at me and turn my attention back to Fred who has backed away from McGonagall.
"It's not that simple," he states and walks around her. He ignores me completely and walks up the stairs back to the common room leaving me there staring after him.
"Severus," Dumbledore starts, still watching where Fred disappeared to. "Would you please take George to the hospital wing to get cleaned up?"
Snape nods at Dumbledore and gestures at me to follow him. He leads me away from the Great Hall and instead of turning towards the hospital wing, he leads me down to the dungeons.
"Sir?" I ask.
Snape ignores me and leads me into his office where he immediately walks behind his desk and shuffles through a cabinet producing two vials of potion. "Take these," he tells me.
I pause only slightly when he places them in my hand and I drink them both, almost instantly feeing better.
"What were those, sir?"
His sits down in the chair behind his desk, and gestures for me to sit down as well. As I take the seat in front of his he answers my question. "Just some simple healing potions that I created. Pomfrey doesn't allow uncommon potions to be used by students unless approved by the ministry as a curing potion. Your bruised eye will remain though, this only cures pain."
I nod at him and he continues. "Were you hit anywhere else besides your face? Is all the pain gone?"
"My stomach, but there's no more pain."
"Good. I've only been able to test these on myself, however, you were in no danger."
I don't say anything in reply, and feel suddenly uncomfortable by the way Snape was looking at me.
"Your brother is right," he suddenly states.
"Sir?"
"Reading up in the two years of subjects you missed might not be enough."
I shrug at him. "It will have to be."
Snape shakes his head at me. "If you read through chapters one through nine in the Advanced book I gave you, during break, I will be willing to have you join my class for the remainder of semester."
I stare at him, eyes wide. "Why, sir?"
"You have the talent and the ambition."
"I- Thank you sir."
He nods. "I suggest going back to your dorm now, before the Headmaster realizes that you're not in the hospital."
I stand up and make it to the door when Snape stops me.
"Weasley."
I turn around and meet his eyes.
"Don't expect me to go easy on you."
I nod, and exit his office. Entering the common room I see that the house has gone to sleep. Not wanting to face Fred any more tonight, I lie down on the couch in front of the fire and close my eyes.
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This might possibly be the last chapter that I post before Holiday Break.
Please review so I have something to look forward to reading…