Chapter 4

Fred held the hand of his unconscious twin, holding back tears, the bruised and broken form before him, strung with plastic tubes; delivering potion after potion to his dying body seemed a gruesome mirror image, reflecting externally his internal pain. All Fred could do was stare, stare helplessly, hopelessly holding his love's cold hand. The healers assured Fred that they were doing all they could, but the chances of George's survival were slim.

"You're his brother?" The healer asked, holding a clipboard, filled with charts and figures.

"Yeah," Fred said tiredly, "will he be ok?"

"We're doing what we can." The healer comforted.

"How long does he have?" Fred held back tears.

"We aren't sure, but not too long."

"Can he hear me?" Fred wanted to say goodbye.

"No."

"What happened to him?"

"There is massive internal bleeding, head trauma, four broken ribs, broken leg arm and neck, slashes on his back, which seem to be from some sort of flexible strap, sores on his wrists, and…" The healer trailed off.

"What?" Fred trembled, "What happened to him?"

"We found semen, from five different men, in his throat and-"

"He was, he…" Fred didn't bother to try and keep from crying.

"He was raped sir." Fred fell back into a chair, sobbing uncontrollably, that was the first time anyone had ever called him sir.

"Mr. Weasly!" Snape yelled, "Will you please- Mr. Weasly? Get up! Mr. Weasly! Granger, Potter! Take him to the hospital wing! Now!"

Harry and Hermione did as they were told, but they were shoved aside by Madame Pomphrey, who rushed Ron to a bed, and flu powdered Professor Dumbledore, who came immediately, who called for healers, who ran Ron off to St. Mungo's.

"Lupin!" Tonks called, "Lupin! Wait up!"

"Oh, hey Tonks." Remus stopped half heartedly.

"How's it going?" Tonks asked, "You must be cold, where's your shirt?"

"What?" Remus flustered, "Oh, I…it's…I forgot to put it on."

"Ok," Tonks laughed, "Hey, do you want to go out for drinks, you might need a shirt though."

"No." Remus said, a little too quickly, "I mean, I can't…I'll see you later Tonks."

"Yeah, ok." Tonks sighed.

"Fred?" Harry called in a hallway in Saint Mungo's as he went for coffee.

"Harry." Fred said grimly, "What are you doing here?"

"There was a potions accident."

"Are you ok?" Fred asked.

"Yeah, it was Ron." Harry said tentatively. "Why are you here?"

"George," Fred answered, "He was, he…he was…attacked."

"Oh my god," Harry gasped, "what happened?"

Fred couldn't answer; he fell into Harry's arms, weeping and shivering, clinging to Harry's robes. The force nearly knocked Harry over, who slowly walked with Fred to an empty room in a quiet ward. Fred was bleary and crying, and he clung to Harry, who arguably was caught up in the moment.

Fred cried the entire time, every touch of Harry's skin against his, every force of Harry's hips brought on more salty water dripping from his eyes. What the hell? Harry couldn't believe what he was doing, I can't do this, this is wrong, he's just upset, I'm a monster, what am I doing, and why do I feel good!

Fred's mouth was filled with Harry, his sobbing head moved slowly back and forth, causing Harry to moan softly. Harry felt like a monster, he hated every second of the pleasure the mourning man was giving him. Fred cried, trying to think of George, but whenever he did, he only cried more, the broken form that was his twin floated in and out of his half thinking mind.

Tom struck first, sending his fist to Severus's jaw, almost knocking him over. Severus regained his balance, but before Tom could strike him again, he sent his own fist into his master's face. Tom clutched his cheek, his cat eyes flaring; he flung his fist into Severus's stomach, knocking the wind out of him, doubling him over.

"You dare to strike me?" Tom challenged.

"No master." Severus cringed.

"I thought not slave." Tom hissed, driving his foot into Severus's side.

"No!" Severus shouted, standing up and leaping and Tom. "I am not your slave!"

Severus knocked Tom to the ground, landing on top of him, kneeling over his body, sending his fists into his face continually, drawing blood from the snake-like mouth. Severus couldn't look at the man beneath him, his eyes were filled with tears anyway; he only swung his arms, hoping each time that they would hit that twisted face.

"Crucio!" Tom hissed, sending Severus flying back, cringing and writhing.

"Souffrez!" Severus shot back, a ray of bright red light erupting from his wand, striking Tom, throwing him in the air, filling his body with burning and unceasing pain.

"You make your own spells!" Tom writhed, and, convulsing on the ground, shot another curse.

Fred looked at Harry, his eyes flooded with tears and he ran, he ran from the empty room in the silent ward, he ran back to George's room. He kneeled by George's dying body, gripping his hand tightly, sobbing and moaning, unable to speak, he held his twin and his lover.

"I'm sorry George." He spoke though his tears. "I didn't mean to, I don't know what I was doing but I did, I love you George. Where the hell do you think you're going! You can't leave me George! George!"

"George!" He called in vain, "George!"

"I love you." He said softly over the broken corpse.