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, expect fun. I plan to make this very...eventful. I like them too. :D I don't really like having six people talking all at once. It's confusing. -.- Ha, I hated her a bit too. Very much. She's a lot like my own mum (a little Irish lady with a hell of a temper) lol. Thank you!

Energetic Squirell - It shall appear quite soon my loving review! -

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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Chapter 7:

There was scream and smack as flesh hit stone. A boy groaned. "Stand up, Weasley!" The boy whimpered and struggled to get to his feet, only to fall back once again from pain. He was quite uncomfortable. He was naked and blood, dry and drying, covered his thighs, making him look as if someone had jabbed a sharpened stick up his arse. And stood it up with him flailing on top like a living shish kabob. It didn't give pretty mental pictures.

"Stand up you bloody coward!" George glared up at the man in front of him. "I a-am not a coward!" he hissed shakily, grabbing onto the rock wall to pull himself up. "Crucio!" He fell back down, screaming in pain from both hitting the wet concrete and the curse. "Stop it!" he screamed. The man chuckled. "Stop it!"

George felt as if his insides were being torn out of his body through his mouth and nose. He couldn't breathe. It hurt so bad. "Stop it!!!"

"Stop it! Stop it!!"

Fred woke up at his twins cry. This was how he'd been waking up for the four days. He didn't know whether it was getting old or if he was just tired but their Mum still wanted to take George to Saint Mungo's. There was no way he'd leave his twin alone. Even for a second. He wrapped his arms delicately around George's writhing form and gave him a chaste kiss barely a millimeter from his lips.

"Wake up, Georgie. Wake up now.." he muttered into his brothers ginger hair, adding after a moment. "You need to take a shower." Which was true. George hated showers now. He avoided them at all costs. the only way anyone could get him to take one was by force. So far Fred had gone with him every time. It had been nearly three days since the last one and he started to cry when Fred was trying to wash his hair. It took him forever to finish and by the time they'd finished George was nearly hysterical. It was horrible. But he really needed a shower. Soon.

George made a small mewling sound and curled up in Fred's arms as close as he could. His thigh pressed against Fred's.

This is not comfortable..Well...it is...but not in the right WAY...

"C'mon George, get up. I know you're awake you little faker." Fred mumbled, now quite awake and getting very annoyed. George merely squeaked and buried his face in between Fred's pillow and his own, which they had stolen from his bed a couple weeks ago. Fred rolled onto his back and laughed when his twin stayed latched to him, ending up with his head pillowed on his chest. "Lve 'ou Frd.." George crawled on top of him, snuggling into his neck and sighing. Fred smiled but rolled his eyes, noticing the sun peeking starting to come up. "C'mon. Shower. NOW." Fred ordered, sitting up with the slightly younger boy now in his lap like a baby, head by his shoulder and feet hanging over his arm.

"Nooo!!" George squealed and wriggled around in his hold as he stood up. George had lost a lot of weight. He was already thin when they found him but he just kept on losing weight. It was getting worse and worse. He'd already lost nearly twenty pounds since. He was anorexic looking. It was eerie but Fred was just happy he could pick him up easily though he was starting to think his twin weighed less than Ginny. "Nope, you need to get clean. We're going to see the doctor today." Fred gasped when George moaned, hot breath hitting his too cool neck.

I can't feel this. He was hurt. I cannot-CANNOT- feel this way toward him. I refuse.

When they got to the bathroom, Fred shut the door and set George down on the floor, holding back a grin of amusement as the redhead backed away into the small place between the toilet and the sink. It was strange but adorable. Fred just wanted to give him a big kiss and just hold him in his arms forever. But instead, plugged up the bathtub and turned on the water and tried to adjust the temperature which decided it wanted to be a pain in the arse. Once it was half filled, Fred turned to his twin.

"C'mon Georgie, time to get in." George just shook his head and stared up at him from behind his lashes stubbornly. Fred sighed. "Do I have to do this?" he asked blankly, kneeling down in front of him. George stared up and pouted. Fred ignored the sullen look and pulled his twin by the ankles, who immediately started screaming and kicking, one hit nailing Fred in the jaw. "Ow! Dammit!" Fred cursed and held his ankles together, pulling him back up to sitting position. The ginger haired boy squealed as he pulled his knee-length, green shirt over his head. "Noo!!!!! I don't want to!!" he whimpered, pushing Fred away and wrapping his arms around his naked torso.

"Fine, you shall bathe with your pants on." Fred picked him up and started to set him in the water. "No!" George protested, a discontent look on his face. He seemed to be remembering an uncomfortable incident in the past. Fred put him back down. "Are you going to let me clean you and get this all over with?" Fred asked, giving him a reassuring smile. George silently nodded. "Only if you do it with me."

Do WHAT?

"Huh??" Fred squeaked, eyes wide. George stared at him curiously. "...Take a bath?" Fred relaxed. "Oh, okay. Okay, good..." he muttered, wiping at bead sweat on his forehead and turned away, pulling off his shirt. He heard a small splashing sound after he'd gotten off his pants and turned around. George was sitting in the water, knees to his chest, arms wrapped around them nervously. "Hurry up, Freddie..I wanna get this over with.." he whimpered, staring timidly down at the water, which was slowly getting higher. Fred smiled softly and climbed in, careful not to splash water onto the floor outside it even though he laid a towel there. Their Mum was very...anal about that.

Fred felt himself redden a bit as he sat facing his twin, staring away from him and up at the chipped ceiling above them. He shouldn't have been embarrassed though, after all...they were twins. He finally looked down to see George shaking and in tears, biting at his lip so hard it was bleeding. He leaned forward. "Hey, hey...shh...It's okay. It's okay. Fred pulled him into his arms and hugged him as he whimpered. "Hush..it's okay." George muttered something quiet. "What?" Fred looked down at him expectantly. George back up at him. "Let's just...get it over with.." Fred nodded and grabbed the shampoo, squeezing a liberal amount into his palm as George sat up again.

He gently massaged into the redheads scalp, feeling him leaning into his touch a bit. He lathered it up good, scrubbing well into his twins greasy hair until all it was was shiny. George squeaked when he grabbed his chin and tipped his head back. "I'm washing out the shampoo." he explained quickly, grabbing a cup from the ground next to the tub. He it will water and slowly poured it over George's head, letting it run through his hair to get the now noticeably fruity hair wash out of his hair. He must have grabbed Ginny's. Or someone's.

It smells like...strawberries and...apricots. How suiting for him.

"Conditioner now, it's about a quarter over." Fred muttered, taking a smaller amount of this and running it through his hair with his fingers. Then he quickly rinsed that out as well. The smell of fruit hit his senses. "You smell good, George.." he muttered, grabbing his own shampoo and washing up himself. George grinned, albeit nervously and chewed at his thumbnail, giving off the visual that he was sucking it. Fred felt warm feeling in his chest.

Stop that you perv!!!

He smacked himself. George stared at him in surprise and confusion. "Why..why did you-" he stammered, head falling to the side in a puppy like fashion. "Never mind. Never mind. I have no clue why I did that." Fred flushed and stared back at him. They did that for about a few minutes before Fred finally said something. "Soap now." George squeaked. "I-I can do that my-myself.." he stuttered, grabbing a washcloth and covering it body wash, apparently Ginny's again but he didn't seem to care. He ran it over his arms, shoulders, and chest. Fred just watched, wide eyed.

No, RAPED. Cannot feel like this toward him. EVER. Especially not NOW when he can see me so CLEARLY. NO. NOOOO..NO! Down boy!

"What?" Fred snapped out of his trance. George was staring at him, a nervous look on his face. "Sorry George, I was thinking." He avoiding eye contact with his twin and grabbing his own washcloth for himself. "Well...Can you get my back. It's itchy. I think it needs to be clean..." Fred blanched but nodded automatically. George turned around, though it was a bit tough. The tub was big enough for the both of them to just fit, not much for turning around. He settled, crouching forward a bit and chewing at his thumbnail childishly. Fred stared at the washcloth. "Umm..okay." he mumbled, and started to run the cloth up and down his brothers pale skin.

Oh shit.

There was long pink scar, clashing with the redheads incandescent skin. It made a chill run down Fred's spine. The scar went from the bottom of George's neck, all the way down his skin, disappearing into the soapy water, a bit jagged though. Like the person who made it was shaky or unbalanced. Than a whole assortment of smaller marks around it, some long and pale, some short and angry looking, like they were infected. But they were scars. Fred traced each one delicately, feeling his twin shiver and tense at each touch. "Fred, what are you..?" he gasped as Fred ran the fingers of his other hand down his left side to his waist and started to rub at the soft skin there.

Fred had dropped cloth into the water and was now feeling every inch of George's back. It was soft, despite it's rough appearance, and Fred treasured the feeling of the silky skin beneath his fingers. His hands made their way down a bit further until one was at the small of his twins back and the other massaging one of his thighs. Then he noticed what he was doing.

OH FUCK!

"Oh god George! I'm so sorry!!" Fred instantly jumped away. George didn't say a word. He sat there stiffly, staring down at the water.

"George?" He rested a hand on George's skinny shoulder, mentally slapping himself when he tensed noticeably. Finally he twisted around and faced him. One hand was at his mouth, the tips of two fingers stuck in his mouth, and the other was around his bony legs. He just sat and stared at him. "Um..." Fred mumbled, staring back wide eyed and flushed. Then George finally spoke.

"You want me, Fred? Take me."

A: Have a wonderful cliffy. :D Haha. So, do you like? What do you want to happen? Personally I plan on some Hogwarts coming up soon and troubles but bring on suggestions. They are highly appreciated. I am starting on the next chapter as I write this sentence though lol. I might even finish the next chapter by tonight if I don't get interrupted. -

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Oh, and by the way...Can anyone guess where George was when he was being tortured and such?