Title: I'm Not Completely Mad Just Crazy
Author: Prankster Born
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. Not even my socks.
Summary: George was taken away. When they find him again he doesn't remember anything. Then he starts to, bit by bit and it's driving him crazy. Can Fred save him or will George go completely mad? Set between the 2nd and 3rd movie.
Warnings: Rape, violence, gore, sexual scenes, and language. If you have any more to add please state it in a review.

I have replaced this chapter. It probably isn't exactly like the old one but I had to do what I could, since my files are lost. Damn hard drive.

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"Heymumhaveyouseengeorge?" Fred skidded to a stop in the kitchen, nearly running into the table. Molly stared at him curiously. "What?" she asked, a held back laugh in her voice as she waved her wand, plates setting themselves on the table immediately. "Where's George?" Fred wheezed, leaning against the stairwell and panting in exhaustion. "He was down here. I think he went back upstairs to the bathroom to clean up."

"Yeah, he was all sweaty." Ginny added, a look of concern on her face. Fred blinked. "Okay," Fred grinned at the female members of his family and dashed up the stairs.

When he got to the door the bathroom it was shut and locked. He knocked once, then twice. "George? You in there?" he called, a nervous fluttering in his stomach. He heard a small whimper in reply. "George, open the door!" No answer this time. "George! Open the door now!" he took out his wand, "Alohomora." and opened the door. Luckily he had special permission from the ministry to use this sort of magic. At least to take care of George.

George was sitting with his knees to his chest, staring at himself in the mirror in curiosity. Fred crouched down behind him and looked as well. There were two of them now. George looked up backwards at him. "Why are there two of you in the mirror?" he asked innocently, eyes twinkling with a childish curiosity. Fred felt a sharp pain in his gut. "..Um...George...there aren't two of me in the mirror..." He practically felt George's confusion after saying that. George turned around. "Then what's going on? Does one of you live there??" George tilted his head to the side and bit his lip.

"George...one of them is you." George giggled, which was unexpected. "That's funny, Freddie!" Fred groaned and smack his forehead. "No, George! You're older. Bigger." he growled, grabbing hold of George's shoulders. The youngers twins grin faltered. "Oh, did Bill do it by mistake again?" he asked seriously. Fred growled and pushed him, the thinner boy hitting the mirror, which shook a bit but didn't break. George whimpered. "No, George. You. Are. OLDER. You're fifteen years old, George! You're not a little kid anymore!!" By now he was shaking his brother, hitting him against the cracking mirror. Until he heard him burst into tear. "Oh, George.." He let go. George away and sat, curled up next to the bathtub and sobbing loudly.

Fred sat against the wall next to him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. George shook and only cried harder. There was a knock on the door. "Is everything okay in there? Fred? George?" It was their father. "Dad...Can you come in?" George stiffened when he said that, but Fred was at a loss. He needed help. Arthur opened the door and stood there for a moment, taking in the scene. His confused expression became sad as he stared down at George. "What happened?" he asked softly, bending down next to his second youngest son and taking him into his arms. George whimpered into his chest. Fred bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. "I-I came in a-and he was s-staring at the mirror a-and I-I got angry because h-he didn't under-" Arthur interrupted him. "Shh...I understand. Help me calm down George, okay?" Fred nodded and slowly started to rub his twins back.

George let out a keening cry. Both the older men flinched. They sat for what seemed like hours, but was actually about twenty minutes, until George's loud wails turned into small heartfelt sobs. Suddenly he stopped crying and looked up. "Let go of me." he said in an eerily calm voice. Fred and Arthur let go in shock. George stood to his feet and coldly stared down at them.

"Liars.." he whispered, leaving the room silently. Fred fell back onto his backside and Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose. "Dad..." Fred started, trailing off a bit as he found that he wasn't sure what he planned to do. "Go, Fred. Make sure he's okay." Arthur muttered, massaging forehead with his fingers. "You okay, Dad?" Fred asked quietly, standing to his own feet, soon followed by the eldest Weasley. Arthur was quiet for a minute before he answered. "Yeah Fred..I'm find. Now go take care of your brother." Fred nodded, quickly leaving the room. Arthur sighed as he did, a tear falling from one eye.

"My son..."

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Fred sat down at the dinner table next to his twin, who was throwing him death glares and pouting noticeably. Molly stared at them suspiciously. Charlie grabbed a piece of toast, nearly swallowing it whole. George turned to their mum while he swallowed a mouth full of hash browns. "Mum..can I ask you something?"

Molly hated this part. She knew what was coming. The question. It wasn't the question that she dreaded, no..it was the reaction. The screaming, crying reaction from George that she would NOT be looking forward to. But she had to answer him. "Yes, dear?" she said, smiling at him as she nervously grabbed her fork and stabbed her bacon.

"Fred says we're all bigger? We really are, aren't we?" George stared pleadingly at her, poking at the food on his almost full plate. Molly sighed. "Yes, Georgie. We are. Including you." she answered softly, afraid that he would burst into tears but not really minding. She was good at dealing with that, despite the fact that all but one of her kids were boys, though she was never that sure about George.

George looked around at everyone before turning to glare at Fred. "You promised you wouldn't use imperio.." Charlie started to choke on his food and then George's features softened again. He stared back at his mother deperately. "But if we're all...bigger...but..." he whimpered, eyes closing tight and hands closing into fists. "Fred, maybe you should take him upstairs." Bill suggested with a mouthful of bacon. "Yeah, he looks a little red." Charlie added. Fred nodded and got up from his chair.

"George, c'mon. Let's go upstairs." he whispered into his twins ear and pulled on his shirt sleeve. George nodded slowly, standing a bit shakily and following Fred up the stairs.

After they left, Molly laid her face in her hands and started to cry. Bill, Charlie, Ginny came to her aide.

"My little boy...my little boy..." she moaned, sobbing into her breakfast. "Shhh Mum, shh...he'll be fine. He's just shocked. He'll be okay. He'll be all back to normal soon.." Bill said with a reassuring hug, though more interested in finishing his meal, but knew when to just drop it. Molly nodded.

"I hope so..."

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Fred pushed his brother onto his bed and sat down next to him. "You okay, Georgie?" he asked softly, wrapping an arm around his twins shoulders (again!) and laying them both back on the bed.

"Do you want to know?" Fred turned to him in surprise. "What?" he asked, smiling a little and pulling the both up so that their heads touched the pillow and their feet only hung off he bed. George sighed. "Do you want to know where I was?" Fred nodded, then noticing that wasn't a good plan said, "Yes."

"Okay."

George's flashback

George crawled out of Honeyduke's celler in the dark, sneaking from the store and walking tiredly. His little sister. His baby sister was in the Chamber of Secrets. It wasn't fair, it just wasn't fair. George walked past a pub with a hogs head on the sign and shrugged. "I don't care anymore..." he muttered, walking in and quietly sitting down at a bar stool. He laid his head down in his arms and let a tear fall onto the counter.

Suddenly something hard hit his shoulder and a hand grabbed him, turning him around. George reached for his wand before remembering that he didn't have it. Stupid. It was Lucius Malfoy. "Well, well, well..a Weasley. I guess this is how they keep you in Hogwarts. Selling the children...at least you have some use." he said snottily, grip on George's shoulder tightening.

"At least we'll make something of ourselves. Unlike you and your rotting son." George sneered, gasping when his wand appeared at his chest, letting off green sparks that stung him. "How dare-" He was interrupted when another wand settled next to his neck.

"Aberforth."

"Malfoy."

"I'm just settling some...business." Lucius moved his wand a bit and the grip he had on George's robes loosened. The redhead pulled away and started to back out of the bar. "Leave the kid alone." Aberforth said, calm as anything. Malfoy seemed to pale, if that was possible. Before they said anything else, George ran out of the bar and back towards Honeyduke's. But he never made it.

A hand grabbed him from a dark alley. There was a chuckle as he fell to the ground.

"Incarcerous." George tried to scream. He never got the chance as every went pitch black.

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A: I hate this. I hate this replacement. I can't concentrate on something I ALREADY WROTE... The first one was PERFECT...of course it gets deleted by mistake. Irony sucks.

After reading this pathetic chapter, please give my story a chance anyway. They're not all this ghastly.

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