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. He's remembers sometimes but forgets other times. What's wrong with him? 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 - Ahh so close. One of those is a no...but you're close. :) I like you're thinking too. -
Love-Converse0015 - Why thank you, my newest reviewer. You're review is greatly appreciated. :D Oh, sorry if you got to chapter 2, and saw nothing. :( It got messed up and I don't have my backup. Grr...
Pomegranate Juice - I love to confuse people. :) So don't worry, it'll happen again. :D
Kittycho - I try to. I hate when people only update every 6 months -.-. I don't plan on that changing for a while. You will, within the next few chapters there will be..ahem...surprises. Now let's all say: Poor Georgie!
I tell people to REVIEW THIS. -.-
I say my summary is horrible. This story's just sort of going on it's own path lol.
Somebody's going to be talking to or as George and it will still look like this. And George's thoughts are still this wonderful font. And Fred's are still this one.
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Fred laid his forehead against George's sweaty one, hands clasped with his twins on the bed as tears fell from his eyes. George stared up at him, blinking when the tears mixed into his own and whimpering as his twin straddled him, holding his hands to the bed gently. "Fred..What's wrong?" Molly asked, placing the potion down on the table across the room with a simple spell and sitting next the two, waiting for an answer. "It's-It's not him, Mum.." Fred croaked, sobbing with his face still aligned with George's, tears now flowing as rivers onto George's cheeks, who blinked. "Freddie...stop. Noo...No crying.." he whimpered, tearing up and trying to pull his hands from Fred's.
Molly stared at her second and third youngest boys in confusion and wonder. Fred finally let go of George's hands only to fall, face in his brothers neck, sobbing harder. "Stop crying, Freddie. Stop...Freddie, please.." George whimpered, arms wrapping around Fred to comfort him and his own tears falling down his cheeks and into a pillow. Molly reached over and rubbed her sons back, then kissed George on the cheek. "Shhh...boys, shh.." she said softly, not able to remember the last time she had the two of them (or any of her children) crying like this when she was around.
"George...c..come back. P-Please!.." Fred cried, crouched over his twin and holding the front of his shirt tight in his hands. "F-Fred, I'm right here! Stop! You're scaring me!" George squealed, grabbing at Fred's wrist. Suddenly, Fred leaned down and kissed him, on the lips. Molly gasped.
/Oh my god...oh my god why's he kissing me?? Mmm..It feels good though.../
George whimpered into the older twins mouth and moaned as Fred's tongue ran across his lips, slipping in when they were opened. "Boys! Stop!" Molly yelled sternly, though a squeak appeared near the end as Fred's hand cupped George's face delicately and he deepened the kiss.
/I can't believe I'm kissing him! Oh SHIT! We're in front of Mum!! Oh god, oh god, oh GOD!!!/
He broke the kiss, breathing hard and staring down at George, who was staring back up at him, wide eyed and flushed. They both slowly looked away and at their mother. Molly stood there, red and shaking. "I'll. Be. Right...Back..." she ground out, stamping through the door and slamming it loudly.
End dream
Fred woke up suddenly, eyes wide and breathing harsh. He looked over to see George doing the same and the sun shining through the window. He rolled over to face him. George was facing the ceiling, flushed and obviously shaking. The last thing Fred remembered though was staring down at George and their mother muttering something, then..nothing.
"George..what happened? Do you know?" he asked him softly, wrapping an arm around his waist and holding him tight. George whimpered and shook his head. He pulled away from Fred and slowly rolled off the bed, standing on his knees on the floor. He was still shaking. "George...George, what's wrong?" Fred asked worriedly, following him and sitting on his knees next to him.
"You're such a fool." George said, in a slightly eerie voice, but it still sounding like him. Fred stared at him like he'd been smacked. "What?" George giggled and fell back into his arms, laughing hysterically. "George. George!" Fred growled, grabbing onto his twins forearms and pulling him into sitting position. "Freddie, Freddie, Freddie pie! Hahaha!" George squealed as two strong arms found their way around his waist and pulled him up onto the bed.
"George, I need you to calm down. Okay?" Fred said calmly, turning the childish teen around to face him. George snickered quietly before sobering up and grinning at Fred like a little kid with a secret. "What's going on with you? Not including what happened but why are you acting so strange?" Fred pleaded, a hand cupping his twins cheek. George giggled and looked into Fred's eyes. "Nothing's wrong with me silly! I'm perfectly fine." his voice changed at the end, but went back to normal and he fell into Fred's arms.
"Ow..." he whimpered, holding his head and moaning. Fred felt a warm feeling start to pool in his stomach and then move to the rest of his body.
Oh GOD. Not now..
Fred pulled George out of his lap hastily, but still holding him in his arms, just away from other areas. "Fred, my head hurts..." George groaned, resting his head on Fred's shoulder and rubbing the side of his head with one hand. Fred shivered slightly at his twins breath on his neck but calmed himself and pat George's back. "You okay, Forge?" he asked, smiling slightly. "Yeah, 'm okay. Just my head. Let's go downstairs before Mum kills us." George muttered, grinning up at Fred and standing to his feet, leaning a bit. Fred stood as well and balanced him.
Yeah, let's go see why Mum knocked us out..or something...
George leaned against Fred as they went through the door and down the stairs, stumbling a few times now and then. When they got downstairs, Fred sat him down on the sofa and went into the kitchen. Molly was sitting there, looking right at him when he walked in. "Mum."
"Fred."she nodded and pointed to a seat next to her. He sat. "What happened? A while ago, I mean.."Fred asked, holding back a sneer. Molly frowned and stared down at her knitting.
"Well dear...George freaked out and knocked you off the bed. You hit your head and passed out. I had to get Bill, Charlie, and Percy up here to help me keep him from thrashing. I made him take the potion, and another to make him sleep..then Bill picked you up, made sure you were okay, and put you to bed with him. That was a few hours ago though...Where is George?"
"Living room."
"Oh, okay good...there's something I need to talk to you about." Molly stood and set her knitting on the table, letting it work itself, and spelled six sandwiches together. "What Mum?"Fred asked, grabbing a sandwich and leaning back in his chair.
"We're thinking of taking George back to St. Mungo's. To be in special care."
"W-What?" George had come into the kitchen, using the wall as support, and stood there with wide eyes. "Mum! You can't do that!"Fred screamed, dropping his sandwich and jumping to his feet, going straight to George who was just leaning against the wall in a daze. "Fred, you know we'll have to! I'm sure both remember what he did to himself! His nails haven't even grown back!"Molly cried, turning to Fred angrily. "I know! But that doesn't mean we have to throw him in a mental ward!"Fred hissed, hands over George's ears as he whimpered. "Shh..." Fred held George tight in his arms and took him back into the living room and sat him back on the sofa.
"Shhh.." George burst into tears. Molly followed them and sat in a chair opposite of them. "Mum...you can't do this..you can't.."Fred felt a tear fall down his cheek and rocked with George in his arms, sobbing into his chest. "Frederick...look at him. He's needs proper care. And we can't give him that..."Molly said softly, joining her twin boys on the sofa and rubbing George's back gently. "But Mum...he needs us. We can't j-just send him away.."Fred cried into George's hair, holding him tight.
"Mum! Did they-oh.." Bill walked into the house, followed by Charlie, Ron, and Arthur, stopping when he saw the other three. "Dad! Are you guys really...going to do this...??" Fred felt George gasp into his shirt and sit up. "Fred..well...your Mum insists..and it would be better for him. Safer, that is..." Arthur walked over and sat in a chair next to them. Ron tiptoed upstairs while Charlie and Bill stayed in the living room.
"Mummy...I don't want to go away...Please don't send me away..I'll be good.."George whimpered, falling off the couch and to his knees, sobbing into Molly's skirt. Bill and Charlie looked at each other wide eyed. "Dad...why don't we give him..time to heal." Bill suggested, bending down and pulling George into his arms, sitting him back on the sofa. "We can't just commit him right away, Mum." Charlie muttered, sitting on the other side of Fred and wrapping an arm around him. "Stop crying, baby." Fred sniffed and wiped his face clean.
"Fine, we'll give him another chance to calm down and heal. But if he hurts himself again-"
"STOP!! STOP TALKING ABOUT ME LIKE I'M NOT HERE!! LIKE I'M A THING!!!! STOP IT!!!" George suddenly screamed, twisting towards their mother with surprising strength. "Stop it, George!" Bill hissed, tightening his grip on him. "TELL HER TO STOP IT!!" George growled, scratching at Bill's arms with the few nails he had left. "George! Calm down!" Fred cried, grabbing George's arms and holding them down. George thrashed in anger, freeing his left hand and punching Bill in the face, who abruptly dropped him.
George jumped to his feet and pulled out his wand. "Cruc-" "EXPELLIARMUS!" Arthur yelled, causing George to fly across the room and land into the the kitchen table. Fred ran to him, grabbing his twins wand and throwing it to his father. George moaned in pain and rolled to his side, eyes shut tight. Bill and Charlie ran over to restrain him. "Let go of him! He's not doing anything!" Fred screamed, punching at his two oldest brothers in fury. Arthur ran over as well.
"Fred. Take George up to your room. NOW."he said, looking outraged and a bit scared. Fred nodded nervously and yanked the younger twin up to his feet, towards the stairwell. "Come on, George. Let's go." George merely stumbled, falling to his knees and smacking his head into the wall. "George! Come on!" Fred pulled him back up and steadied him. "Sorry.." George mumbled nearly incoherently, holding on to the back of Fred's shirt and following him, a bit slowly.
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"If we don't take him to St. Mungo's than what are we going to do??" Molly moaned, shaking her head and falling back in her chair. Bill and Charlie had gone upstairs with the twins. "I don't know, Molly...I don't know. They go back to Hogwarts in two weeks though...We can't send him there. He's not stable enough." Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I know! But if we do that than we'll have to send Fred as well. There is no way we can separate them! ...But George...we can't send him back there. Maybe I should just...homeschool them." Molly whispered, more to herself than her husband. Arthur frowned. "No. We can't do that. They love Hogwarts, despite their grades..."he muttered, almost too quiet to hear.
"Arthur...what happened to him? The George we know would have never done any of this...he was so happy, Arthur...what happened?..he was so..." Molly trailed off, crying into her hands in sorrow. "Molly...I don't know. I just don't know, but he'll be okay. He just needs...time." Arthur whispered, taking his distraught wife into his arms and rocking her gently, flinching at her heartfelt sobs. "I know Arthur..I know. Just...why him?? Why?" she cried, staring up at him in woe.
"I don't know, dear...I don't know." Molly glared at him. "Well than what use are you?!"she stopped abruptly, covering her mouth. "I-I didn't mean that!" Arthur nodded. "I know..we're all just under a little too much stress. Come on. Let's go. We're supposed to go. Remember?" he said softly and helped Molly to her feet. "Oh yes. Yes..Let me just wash my face real quick. Don't need them seeing that I've been crying..." Molly went up to the bathroom.
Arthur fell back onto the couch and rubbed his forehead. "Bloody hell..."
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Fred rolled over to face George, who was already facing away from him. Bill and Charlie were with Ron and Ginny, updating them. "Why'd you try to curse Mum?! It was going okay until you lost it!" he snapped, not noticing George let out a heartwrenching sob. "You've always been such a baby! C'mon, we're fifteen! You need to suck it up and stop acting like you're the center of the world! You're-" he stopped and stared at his twin in surprise as his double started to shake violently. "Georgie...I'm sorry..I didn't...I didn't mean it. I'm just upset...don't cry...please don't cry!" he pleaded, laying a hand on George's side helplessly.
"No...Please...no...stop!" he heard George whimper softly. Fred turned him around, seeing his eyes glazed over. Flashback. "George, shhh...It's not happening. It stopped." he whispered in George's ear, holding him tight in his arms even though he was crying hard in the crook of his neck and pulling at his shirt so hard it was ripping. "Stop!! Don't hurt me anymore! Please!!!" George cried, kicking out as hard as he could and hitting Fred hard in both shins. Sadly though hitting both their hips together, causing both of them to cry out in surprise.
"Ah! George!!" Fred squealed, letting go of his brother and blushing as he flipped over. George whimpered, thrashing violently and screaming so hard his voice became hoarse. Reliving crucio.
"Please!!! Stop!! Fred!!! Help!!!!!" George screamed hysterically and pulling out his hair in small clumps. "George! Shhh, I'm here, baby...Shh.." Fred grabbed at his twins hands and held him down. "Shhh..." he comforted, kissing the top of his head gently and twining their legs together.
Baby? Well that's a new one...where did THAT come from?
"Fred...it hurts..." George shuddered and sobbed, folded up in the elder twins arms. "I know, Georgie...You're safe now..you're safe now. I won't let anyone hurt you again. I promise." Fred whispered, placing another kiss in the ginger hair atop his head and leaned down a bit to give him another on the cheek. George smiled faintly. "I love you, Fred..." he muttered, hugging his 'big brother' tight. Fred grinned happily.
"I love you, too Georgie.."
George curled up deeper in his arms and stuck the tip of his thumb in his mouth. Damn the consequences. This was perfect.
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PB: The next chapter will start from wherever you might like, or where I pick if I don't get enough feedback. I don't really have this story planned out yet. And there will be more Fred/George interaction. They'll be getting closer. :D