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.
Keiko Rose - Ah, yes. I shall do that than. :D :D
Kittycho - Oh, I don't wonder at all! lol He may (grins suspiciously). It just may take...awhile. I know what you mean, so I'm going to have it gradually build up (the best I can since I'm a 'get to the point' peson lol) but George will have "normal" moments and...things happen. I am! I am! lol
I'm surprised you guys can follow the story lol :D I am quite proud.
For some information on this chapter: Bill, Charlie, and Arthur are all at work. For now. And also, for now in this story there will be hints of twincest. George is going to be a bit...strange too. I'm sort of basing him off someone I know, they're Schizophrenic though. I think this will be quite psychological lol.
Yes, you know when the person is a great author when they put "lol" at the end of a sentence.
Here's some HELPFUL INFORMATION:
George's thoughts are in italics, though you may see a normal word. That's when it's emphasized. Yes, that includes in Fred's "dreams". Fred's thoughts are in bold, though you may see a bold italic. And loud noises are in bold italics, but like this. Okay? Well, enjoy the chapter my loves!
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Fred felt a small tug on his sweater and looked over at George, who grinned. Molly raised an eyebrow, staring at the two suspiciously. Fred stared wide eyed at the younger twin, who was grinning madly as blood dripped over his lip and onto his formerly clean, blue shirt. He instantly brought a hand up to George's jaw, checking for swelling or bumps, something to tell him what was wrong. "What'd he do?" Ginny asked from across the table next to Ron, who was staring at the blood in surprise. "I don't know." Fred muttered, running a finger across George's bottom lip to get him to open him mouth. He did. Fred found the injury, four deep holes in George's tongue. He had a good idea what he did. "Mum, he's okay," Molly sighed with relief and muttered a minor healing spell, now that she knew it was something she could fix.
"Just don't let him use forks." Percy flinched at the other end of the table, shuddering with disgust and a bit of fear. George giggled as Fred extracted his fingers from his twins now healed mouth and picked up his fork. "No, no, no Georgie. Use this." Fred scolded him and handed him a spoon, wanting to laugh at the disgruntled look on his brothers face. "'Kay, 'kay, Freddie." George pouted and scooped his peas between his spoon and hand, lifting it a bit, then bolting down to get them in his mouth. Fred laughed at this.
"Here George, give me the spoon." he said, smiling and reaching out, waiting. George looked down at his plate and back up at Fred, dropping the vegetables and handing him the utensil. Fred filled it with potatoes. "Open up." George cocked his head like a confused puppy and meowed. Ron stared at the two. "Why'd he bloody meow?" he asked, for a moment not remembering George's breakdown. Ginny rolled her eyes and punched him hard in the arm. "Remember, stupid?" Then it dawned on him. "Oh yeah..." he mumbled, going back to gorging down his food like it would be taken away at any second.
"Shut up, Ronald. open your mouth, Georgie." Fred said, holding the spoon up close to George's mouth and triumphantly grinning when he opened his mouth and allowed the food in. George swallowed but refused another spoonful. "Nooo!! I'm not hungry anymore!" he whined, pushing roughly at Fred's arm and turning away, pouting. Fred glared at him in annoyance and started to say something. "No Fred, don't yell at him." Molly hissed then turned to her younger twin son. "Georgie, you didn't eat enough. You need to eat more, okay?" she said softly and patiently. George frowned.
"Noo, I'm not hungry! I'm full!!" he cried, banging his hands on the table, startling Percy, Ginny and Ron, coming close to tears. Fred sighed angrily and grabbed George's arms, being careful of his tender wrist. George struggled, screeching when he hit his injured fingers on the table. "GEORGE!" Molly yelled, taking out her wand and imobilizing him. Fred stared at her in surprise. "Now when I take this spell off you I want you to stay still and eat." Molly ordered, George unable to answer. She took off the spell and the second she did, George freaked out, screaming and crying and holding himself. Molly stared wide eyed in surprise while Fred jumped up and held him tight in his arms, rocking him gently and whispering soothing words. Percy looked over at Molly, surprisingly furious and asked, "Why did you do that?"
Ginny quickly and quietly stood from her chair to put her plate in the sink, followed closely by Ron, and the two snuck from the room. "Ohhh...I didn't think of that.." Molly moaned in realization, smacking her hand against her head and reaching out for George's head, stroking his hair gently. "You scared him! They may have immobolized him at some point, Mum! You know how badly you might have scared him!" Percy hissed, standing and moving to the other side of the table where Fred and George were. He sat on his knees next to George and looked up at his crying younger brother. Then he reached up and hugged him tight.
George sniffed and buried his face into Percy's neck, breathing hard and shallowly. Molly looked over at Fred, who was staring at Percy in surprise, and stood up, spelling the dishes to the sink to clean them. Percy let George go and got up, the younger boy following him. "Fred, take George upstairs. I'm going to talk with Mum before the others get home, okay?" Percy told him while walking towards Molly while she waited patiently. Fred nodded. "Okay." Percy looked at him strange for not immediately asking why, but shrugged it off as the two left the room quietly, Fred sort of pulling George along though he was whining incessantly.
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Fred yanked his whimpering twin into their room and sat him on his bed, wrapping an arm around George's thin waist and leaning back onto the bed with him close against him.
"Fred.." Fred glanced over at him with interest.
"Yeah, George?" he sighed, pulling the both of them up so their heads touched the pillows and only their feet hung off the end.
"Am I bad?" George whimpered, stiffening in Fred's arms, like he was waiting to be hurt or yelled at. Fred sat up a little and looked at him in astonishment.
"No, George...no..You're not bad."he told him seriously, reaching over and wrapping an arm over his chest like he was protecting him from all the scary things in the world. George sighed and rolled over a little, hiding his face in Fred's hair, breathing softly and gripping his dark red shirt in his skinny fingers. Fred rubbed a hand up George's side, feeling the slightly younger boys muscles clench. He kept rubbing and after a while felt George start to relax in his arms, breathing becoming more even. Fred smiled and pulled his blanket over the two of them, then closed his eyes.
"G'night Georgie."
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No..no...no...please...please...
Fred..don't let them hurt me again. Please Fred...please...
Help me...they won't let me go.
They're in my head.
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Fred woke up in a cold sweat next to George, who quietly lay asleep beside him, curled up in a ball with his thumb in his mouth. That was George's biggest secret before everything had happened this summer. He'd always sucked his thumb, well, usually just had his thumb in his mouth. He only actually sucked it if he didn't feel good or was nervous. But the fact was, he was sucking it. Fred wrapped one arm arm around him, using the other to wipe at his sweaty forehead, and laid quietly, staring up at the ceiling thoughtfully.
I wonder if George will ever be okay again..
He sighed and glanced down at the boy in his arms, gripping onto Fred's shirt tight and sucking his thumb childishly. He shifted, making a small noise that sounded a bit like baby talk and settled a couple of inches further from Fred, facing the opposite way. Sadly, he hadn't let go of his shirt. Fred squeaked as he was pulled slightly. But could say that now his situation was a bit compromising, with them it very similar to the (1)spoons position. He squirmed a bit, but seeing as he couldn't loosen George's seemingly vice-grip, he slumped onto the bed though slightly on top of his twin.
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. DAMMIT! ...Well...if he wasn't so fucked up than I think he'd laugh when he woke up..or just hide under the bed. I need to get out of this. NOW!!!!!
Fred grasped George's fingers in his hand and squeezed gently. They twitched a bit but kept a firm grip. Fred sighed and started to stroke them softly, smiling when they gave a bit, but a few of them grabbed onto his hand, replacing his shirt for that. He decided he could live with that and pried the rest of the long, damaged, digits from him, letting them clutch onto his hand tightly. It felt surprisingly comforting. Fred happily moved from the previous position they'd been in, a few inches from George, whose hand held his though it was pulled over his body in an uncomfortable looking way. He pushed his other hand under George's upper body, lifting him into his arms and into a more comfortable state, holding his hand tight while smiling down at his twin in his arms. On his chest.
He looks so...beautiful. So innocent..HEY! Wait a minute...WHAT AM I BLOODY THINKING?! This is my BROTHER. My twin brother! My twin brother who was RAPED AND TORTURED!!! I shouldn't be thinking this!!!!!!!
Fred stared wide eyed down at the ginger haired angel on top of him and turned bright red. Redder than his hair. And his mothers. Or a tomato. He pushed George off him and jumped out of the bed, flustered and feeling like butterflies were flying in his stomach.
Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, I LOVE HIM!!!!!! I can't love him!!! Oh SHIT!
He was so panicked that he didn't notice George sitting up in the bed, staring at his wide eyes and red face, and still sucking his thumb. Until he noticed and abruptly stopped. "Fred...what are you d-doing..?" he yawned, rubbing at his eyes like a little kid and staring up at him with huge, curious, confused looking eyes. Fred turned redder, if that was possible. "Errm...nothing George. Go back to sleep. It's not morning yet." Fred mumbled, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in him and control his hormones, which were right now telling him to jump on the bed and give his twin a big kiss on the lips. He refused to do so.
"Are you okay, Freddie?? You look kinda sick..." George stated, ignoring Fred and getting off the bed, stumbling a bit but making it to Fred and checking his forehead for a fever. Fred decided then that his face was on fire. "Fred, you're warm! We should tell Mum! You can't be siiick!" George started to go into slight hysterics and pulled on Fred's arm, trying to get him to leave the room. "No! I'm fine, George!! Stop!" George continued to pull at him. "STOP!" Fred ordered, yanking his arm from George's grip and taking control of his emotions, flinching as the slightly younger boy cried out. His nails hadn't grown back on his fingers yet. "Sorry George.."he muttered, hugging him and returning to his bed. When he laid down he noticed George hadn't moved.
"Georgie? You coming back?" George stood, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet and staring at a spot behind Fred, who got up from the bed. "George, come back to me, Georgie. Come on! Please, Georgie.." he pleaded, reaching out and grabbing his shoulders, shaking him gently. George continued staring behind him.
Oh no...I scared him didn't I? I messed him up...Oh god no, Georgie...Come on...
Fred started to say something, but George beat him to it. "Freddie...look."he whispered, grabbing Fred's hand, which gave him a warm feeling inside his stomach. Fred turned around and looked behind him, but didn't see a thing. "George, what is it?" he asked quietly, not wanting to his brother. George bit his lip hard, drawing blood, and shook his head, letting go of Fred's hand and backing away rapidly. "Noo..." he whimpered, shaking his head and covering his ears with his hands. Fred's took a step toward him but stopped after seeing the look in George's eyes. A look of pure madness.
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PB: Well, do you like it? Now think hard, mates. I plan to start updating the second I upload this chapter but this time in the next chapter I'm actually going to follow what's going on here. Okay? Haha. Hope you like it. But please, REVIEW.
1. spoons: a sexual position. I really can't explain it well, it's like...one person is laying on their side and the other (facing the same way) is behind them..If you really want the full details than go on google and look up wikipedia and type in "spoons position". It should come up with it. If not, well...hunt. It's in there lol.