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.
Kieko Rose - Oh you have the right idea lol. : Right now I notice this story seems to be in an aimless direction...that's because I haven't decided what's going to happen yet. I am a "Random Writer". I'm glad you like the story my oh so faithful reader :D :D You are quite loved. Give me any ideas you like! If they fit they shall appear.
Energetic Squirell - Ah hello my new reviewer! And why thank you. :D I plan to update very soon lol. -
I say my summary is horrible. This story's just sort of going on it's own path lol.
For this chapter there will be a little twist. Somebody's going to be talking to George and it will look like this. You might or might not really get what I'm talking about, but you'll understand when you see it. And George's thoughts are still this wonderful font.
Okay?
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Fred stared at his twin in surprise. "George...snap out of it. Whatever you're seeing or hearing-it's not real! George!" he took another step towards him and cringed when George let out a scream, running to a corner. He watched him slide down to the floor and rock back and forth, hands practically digging into his head over his ears. Fred heard pounding and the next thing he knew Ginny, Percy, and Ron were all pounding on the door mercilessly, Molly and Arthur shouting behind them. Fred heard his family's loud voices and called, "It's fine! He was just having a dream! Go back to bed, losers!" Then he heard muttering and the occasional "Why the bloody hell did you wake me up?" from Ron as the noise faded away from the wall.
Now it was just him and George left in the room. Fred went down to the floor and crawled up to his twin, trying not to scare him. George was still rocking, mumbling to himself. "Noo...noo..." he whimpered, grasping a handful of hair in one hand and still covering an ear with the other. Fred sat on his knees and pulled him into a tight hug, expecting it when he thrashed and protested feebly. "Shh, Georgie..Shh..It's not real. It's not happining. Shhhh..." he whispered into George's ear as he cried into the crook of his neck. "It won't stop, Fred..Make it stop!"
Oh god Georgie...I want it to stop too...but I can't do anything..
George reached up and wrapped his arms around Fred's neck. Fred stood to his feet, picking up his shaking brother, and made his way back to the bed, laying him down. George stared up at him, eyes brimming with tears, limbs shaking. "Fred, they won't go away! Why won't they go away??" he cried, rolling on his side away from Fred, arms folded defensively and his long, skinny legs folded up nearly in half. Fred laid down and held him from behind, resting his chin on the boys shoulder. He ran a hand down his twin's bony arm down to his waist, feeling the weaker boy make a small, protesting squeak and start to squirm in his arms.
Fred grunted as George bumped backwards into his hips, feeling a warm sensation suddenly move south. He held back a moan as he did it again. "Stop i-it George!" he growled, squeezing the slightly younger fifteen year olds arm tight.
Damn...if he keeps doing that then he'll be killing me if he feels how hard I'm getting...uugh...
He wrapped his arms around George's chest, hissing as he twisted in his grip, making a noise that sounded a bit like a moan. "Freddie...let go.." he whined, twisting around and pushing Fred away roughly. "Sorry, can we just go back to sleep. I'm bloody exhausted.." Fred muttered, pulling the blanket over their bodies and settling deep in them, face in the pillow. "Okay.."George mumbled, pushing his own face in the small space between the pillows and sighing. "G'night Fred..." he murmured, already falling into a deep sleep. "G'nigh' Geor'.." Fred was already almost asleep. George smiled softly, holding Fred's shirt in his hand. Fred was now asleep and George slowly followed after him, though fearful of the even idea of sleep.
Love you, Fred...
Love you, George...
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George moaned and opened his eyes, resting his hand over his head. He had a throbbing headache. He looked over next to him and saw his twin, felt him too as his arm was around his waist. He shut his eyes again, but before he could even drift back to sleep...
"Percy, Ron, Ginny, George, Fred!!!! Come down for breakfast!" Molly yelled from the kitchen, making herself heard with a charm only she enjoyed. George groaned as his headache got worse and Fred shifted next to him, blearily opening his eyes and blinking several times. He felt the slightly older boy pull his arm from around him to stretch and he rolled over, burying his face into the covers. He heard Fred laugh at him. "George, come on. We have to get up or she'll come get us and you know we DON'T want that." Fred told him, pulling at the sheets, successfully yanking them from the bed and off George. "N...n...noo..." George hissed, clutching at his head in pain, eyebrows scrunched together and teeth grinding. Fred sat next to him worriedly. "You okay, Georgie? Did you hit your head?" Fred asked quietly, an edge of fear in his voice.
George shook his head. "I..didn't hit m..my head..Go ea..eat. Tell M..Mum I'm si...sick..." he moaned, having buried his eyes away from the light and groaned in pain, ready to strangle whoever invented the sun. "Okay...but you know she'll just come up.." Fred muttered, leaving as quietly as he possibly could, but being Fred, made a hell of a lot of noise after he left. George moaned pathetically and sat up as slowly as he could, but instantly fell back. "Oh...God..." he ground out, eyes shut tight, teeth scraping together, and muscles taut.
Suddenly his mother came in cautiously, as if she expected him to be laying in there, screaming and crying. When she saw him curled up, but not in tears, she let out a breath and walked over to him, smiling. "Georgie, what's wrong?" she asked, sitting on the bed next to him and brushing his hair from his forehead, feeling it for a fever. "N..Nothing, just a..a head...ache.." he muttered, pulling away from him and rolling over as to hide his eyes again. "Well you feel a little warm, dear. But nothing a little potion can't fix. I'll be back in a few minutes." Molly said, walking briskly from the room, door closing with a bang. George groaned.
She'll probably give you poison, you're such a nuisance.
"What?" George looked around, despite his aching head. "Who was that??" he asked fearfully, a weird feeling in his stomach.
They all hate you...They're just waiting for you to die so they can have some fun..
George felt a pang of fear and confusion in his stomach, and fell back as there was stabbing feeling in his head. "Whoever...you are...go away." he mumbled feebly, holding at his head in pain. He groaned as another wave of pain hit him.
You should just get rid of yourself for them..to at least make them happy in exchange for all the crap you've brought into their lives.
"STOP." George hissed, starting to feel paranoid as he buried himself under the blankets. Then the door slammed open noisily and his mum came back into the room, holding a bottle of who knows what and her wand. "Now, dear, sit up." she ordered, placing the potion on his bedside table and spelled the blankets off him. He screamed as the light hit his eyes. Molly shut the blinds worriedly and helped him sit up. "Hush, you need to take this potion. It'll make you feel better, okay Georgie?" she said quietly, picking up the potion from the table. George suddenly recalled the first thing the "voice" (he now dubbed it) had said.
"No!" he screamed, crying out as he fell over in pain. "Noo!! I'm okay! I'm okay, Mum..Just let me sleep. I'll take it the..the muggle way." he begged her. "Please Mum...please...please.." Molly stared at him in surprise and concern. "George, is-is something wrong...You're looking at me like...like I'm going to hurt you..." she whispered, a tinge of hurt in her voice. She stroked his sweaty forehead and sighed.
A head poked itself into the room. "George?"
Fred walked in as silently as he could, as if he was pulling a prank, closing the door behind him and going over to the other side of the bed, opposite of their mother. "You okay?" he asked, replacing Molly's hand with his own George's forehead. "I'm fine. And I wish everyone would stop asking me that." he moaned, a frown on his face as a bead of sweat fell down the side of his face. "George, you're not okay. You're warm, sweating...You're sick." Fred corrected, wiping at the sweat and grabbing a shirt from the floor then proceeding to dab at his twins face.
"He's right." Molly agreed, taking potion in his hand and glancing at it, then looking at George. "Come on..drink it. You'll feel better, dear. " George shook his head no and shivered, a cold chill running down his spine, when he looked at Fred. The look he was giving him. It was feral, maybe lustful...It reminded him something but he couldn't place what. But it scared him to death.
Molly and Fred looked at each other worriedly as he shrank away from them. Molly was the first to get back to business. "Okay, George. Take the potion." she ordered him as Fred held him tight, sitting up but unable to move. He shook his head, mouth shut tight. "C'mon...Georgie. You'll feel better. Take it, please..." Fred pleaded, touching his nose with his own as he stared deep into his eyes, but noticed...This wasn't George. This wasn't their George at all. It terrified him right down to his core.
A: Ya'll gonna kill me, aren't ya? Okay, can anybody tell me what's going on now? What's wrong with George, why he's so random in emotions? Take a wild guess and put it in your review because I WANT to hear what you think and if you're understanding the story and catching on. Of course...you might not be catching on. I'm almost not. But if you really don't get it, I'll clear it up. Trust me lol. Now REVIEW. I know ya'll are reading but you're not REVIEWING! Come ON!!