Title: I'm Not Completely Mad Just Crazy
Author: Prankster Born
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did there would be twincest and random events popping up here and there, that and George would either be insane or going nuts. Or something. But I don't own anything so deal with it. Now, if I add in my own random characters or write a poem then I'll tell you: I OWN THAT. So there.
Summary: Fred wants to know what happened to George when he was taken? Everything. But George doesn't remember. Or does he? This is a horrible chapter, just please try the story.
Warnings: Mentions of rape, slightly gory bits, cussing, more will be added as the story grows. And I would appreciate anybody adding some in a review.

Kittycho - Hm, everyone seems to be saying that lol. No problem there! I'm updating the best I can. And don't worry, my writing will improve.

Keiko Rose - I know, poor Georgie. Well, feel even worse for him because things are just going to keep getting worse and worse. (George: w-what?! a/n: shut up, dear.)

Remember guys, it's the fifteen year old Fred and George. Third movie. Got it? Good. I must give you the accurate visuals...My icon is of them then. George looks younger lol, he usually does.

The beginning here is in about January or so. Before their birthday. April 1st. And let me tell you now. Georgie had a VERY bad birthday.

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Continued flashback

A scream sounded in the dark. A sharp cry as there was a sound of flesh meeting flesh and a groan of a man. There was a harsh laugh and someone called out a curse. The boy let out a bloodcurdling scream and twisted under the larger male, crying out in agony. Then men around them laughed at him. "Mr.Weasley, take it like a man. A wizard. Hmph! Who knows how YOU ended up in Gryffindor anyway! Hahahaaa!" one of the men chuckled, taking the cruciatus curse off the young teenager. George wheezed and lay limp on the ground as the man on top of him thrust into him harder, hitting a spot that made him jolt. He noticed his cock hardening despite the blood coating his thighs and stomach. His body enjoyed this more than him. Despite the pain he was in, George stared up at the men defiantly. "Because, unlike you, when somebody threatens me I don't wimp o-out.."he forced out, given he was started to feel just as much pleasure as pain from his invader, who had started kissing his jaw and moving down his body in a way he might have thought was sensual. All George thought of it was disturbing. Than other man, who was standing, laughed harder. "I admit Weasley, that SOME Slytherins are like that, like Malfoys pathetic spawn, but I can say..we're not all like that. Let's just see how brave you are. Crucio!"

George screamed as the feeling of a thousand knives stabbing him all at once erupted all over his body. His rapist laughed and bit the area over his adams apple hard, causing it to bleed. George whimpered. The pain wouldn't stop. It just wouldn't stop. It hurt so fucking bad. He heard Fred laughing at him in his mind for being such a baby but he couldn't help it. He sobbed, clutching at his dirty, messy hair and screamed for his brother. "Fred! Fred!!" he whimpered then moaned as he came a second after his rapist, feeling thoroughly disgusted with himself. "Rookwood, get dressed. We have business to attend to." A familiar voice drawled. George curled up the best he could as the man named Rookwood pulled out of him and left the room.

End flashback

George shook, remembering the pain, remembering his fear like it were yesterday. He felt Fred shaking his shoulder but could not snap out of the trance he was in. He could never tell Fred what had happened. He would be disgusted. He'd hate him. Worse. He'd be disowned. Their mother would truly be ashamed.

He whimpered and raked his long nails across his arm, drawing blood. He heard Fred cry out in surprise but continued to drag his "claws" across his pale skin, craving the sensation. Craving the pain. He felt his twin grab his wrist to stop him and hit him as hard as he could, knocking him off the bed. Then dug his nails as deep into his wrist as he could go and yanked at his hand. Some of his nails came off from his fingers, staying in his arms, but it didn't matter. It felt better. It helped him. it helped him make it better. He heard Fred scream again, calling for Mum. Dad. Anyone. George giggled derangedly. It didn't matter. He leant down from the bed to his twin, who was sitting on the floor and staring at his wrist in horror, and kissed him hard on the lips. Fred was stiff with shock and George ran his tongue along the slightly older boys identical lips, grinning as they parted hesitantly. He pushed the wet organ into his mouth and tasted him. 'Yummy, yummy chocolate.' he thought. Just then the door slammed open, someone uttering a quiet gasp. George giggled into Fred's mouth and pulled back, grinning madly at everyone.

Fred stared up at him in surprise and shock, with just maybe a little lust in his eyes. Molly was staring at her second youngest son with wide eyes and fear, seeming like she wanted to go up and hold him, but something held her back. Like something about him just wasn't...right. Arthur was already next to Fred, asking him what had happened. Why George was acting that way. George snickered michieviously. Percy was next to him with Bill and Charlie, rubbing at his bony back soothingly. He giggled again and rested his head in Charlie's lap, staring up at him like happy baby, sweet as can be. Ginny and Ron stood by the door in complete shock, staring at George like he was Voldemort himself. George laughed hard at that.

Fred's POV

I can't believe...he kissed me. George kissed me...and why..why is he acting this way? So strange..He was okay, but then..he just stopped. Spaced out in the middle and just sat there. Then when he snapped out of it, he hurt himself. He hurt himself, pushed me, then kissed me. What happened?

He's in Charlie's lap right now, giggling hysterically as Bill and Percy pull his nails from his wrist. Bill pulling while Percy wraps him up. Dad's asking me what's going on, but I can't answer him. It's like i can't speak. Like I'm in shock. Or mute. Why did he kiss me? Why is he acting so strange? He was fine before. What happened?

I stood to my feet shakily and walked the step or two to the bed. George giggled harder (if that was possible) at the sight of me, covering his mouth while he snickered like a child who did something bad. And something bad he did. I ran a hand over his upper arm and he grinned up at me maniacally. Bill sighed as he finished pulling the last nail from his wrist and shook in disgust. Percy blanched as he glanced at George's wrist for what you could call, the last time.

"Fred, what happened? Why did he go off like this?" our father asked sharply, grabbing George and pulling him off the bed and to his feet, checking for other injuries. "I don't know. We were talking and he completely blanked out on me..then when he came back he freaked out..." I was whispering near the end. I was so scared. What if something was wrong, really wrong, with George. I couldn't live without him! Sweet, perfect, carefree George. I'll find those fuckers, and when i do...-

A: Yes, I used Rookwood. I coudln't think of ANYONE else. This sucks, but too bad. I think it's half decent. I couldn't think of much more for this chapter though and I'd like to update as much as I can despite school. And here, George just sort of...freaked. This story after a while will definitely start fitting the title soon. (This chapter seems like a...filler.) Now here's your chapter. I'm starting the next one as we speak.

Oh, and please give me suggestions, what you'd like to see happen, etc. I may do it, I may not. But give them anyway. Do you want twinscest? Total insanity of George? Well then REVIEW.