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.
Energetic Squirell – Hmm, not quite love. Good guess though, bloody brilliant actually. :D That was a fun cliff hanger lol. I plan to do that again. Many times. But for now I think I'll just update. - Thank you for the loverly review!
Kieko Rose – Why thank you :D (I'm hating Molly as well. And don't worry, you'll hate her a LOT more ahead in the story).
Raven-loves-Sanji – I have GUTS lol. Twincest is the best! lol
KankuroFangirl - Ahhh don't be so sure that you're wrong ma'am. You may be right. :D May. That's what I was planning to happen, I already have some scenes running naked through my head. I'm also trying to figure out if I'm going to keep George in Quidditch...I have plans for that actually... (evil grin) YES!! Very true! I shall, right now I'm held back though since I'm on my older brothers computer...and my files are on my own. DAMMIT.
Oh well, I'll write a second version. lol
And now, THIS STORY!
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George spread his legs apart, stretching them so his ankles hooked onto each other behind Fred, and leaned back. "Come on, Fred. Go ahead and fuck me. I don't care." Fred stared in shock, jaw dropped, and shook his head. "No George, come on. We need to finish getting cleaned up." Fred forced out, biting his lip and looking away from him and at the side of the tub. George pulled his legs back to himself and lunged forward. Fred squeaked in surprise as he fell backwards. "What are you-!!" George laid on top of him so they were chest to chest, thigh to thigh, cock to cock. Fred tried to pretend he hadn't done that and grabbed the washcloth from the water and rubbed it up and down George's back. He felt his ribs like there was nothing between them and his hand. He paled. "George...have you eaten?" he asked softly, staring into the disturbingly dull blue eyes above him. "Mhm..." George seemed to be focused on a small patch of skin under his ear. "George!" Fred growled and grabbed his twins shoulders, pushing him upwards. The redhead stared down at him blankly.
"Georgie, you need to eat. NOW." Fred ordered, staring at the slightly younger boys skinny body. George looked down at himself and his eyes widened. "No! Not supposed to go away-not until! No!!!" he cried, getting off Fred and curling up at the end of the bathtub. He started to sob hysterically. Fred sat up. "What are you talking about?" He drew his wand from his jeans on the small table by the tub and laid it by the side. Just in case. George shrunk further into himself as Fred draped an arm over his shoulder comfortingly. "Come on...Georgie...baby..shhhh...stop crying. Please..stop crying.." Fred was almost ready to beg him to stop until George finally looked up at him, sniffing tearfully. "Sorry, Freddie...I did bad." he whispered, rubbing his eyes roughly with his fists. "Hush, it's okay...we're going to go eat now though. NOW." Fred ordered, grabbing his wand and murmuring a simple warming spell for his twin, who seemed to be freezing cold despite the heat from the water. Of course the air was a little chilly but it had always been, that had never bothered either of them before.
He grabbed a shirt that was sticking out of the laundry basket after drying George off and pulled it over his head. It was a pale green, which looked very good on him, but also went a little past his knees. George got out of the bath and dried his bottom half under the large shirt. Fred followed and dried off before dragging his own shirt, though it was crimson, over his head. "Underwear..." he muttered, hunting through the basket until finally finding a pair of black boxers. He threw them to George, who took them hesitantly. "You need to wear something. I don't want you getting sick." He nodded and started to pull them on. Fred sighed when he finally found a pair from himself, except they were orange. Chudley Cannons. "Rrrrrron..." he groaned, slipping them on slowly, trying to avoid as much contact as possible. George giggled.
"Shaddup.." Fred scowled and opened the door slowly. He saw Ginny sleeping on the floor outside in her night gown, fiery red hair like a halo around her. He bent down next to her. "Gin..Ginny...wake up?" he said, softly shaking her. No response except a small moan. Fred turned to look up at his twin, who was staring down at Ginny with a strange look on his face. "Georgie, go downstairs to the kitchen. I'll be there in a few minutes, okay?" Fred asked, picking Ginny up bridal style. George nodded and started down the stairs quietly, despite it being morning already no one seemed to be awake yet. Which was odd.
George sat down in a chair in the kitchen, rubbing at his wet hair.
I'm tired...
Probably because you spend all your time ruining your family's lives.
He looked up in shock. "Huh? W-Who said that??" he whimpered, standing up and backing into the wall in fear.
He remembered that voice.
Me. Don't you remember me, boy? Little little innocent boy, you tasted so sweet. I can't wait to taste you AGAIN.
George let out a terrified shriek and started to run to the stairs. He ran into a body. "No! No! Let go!!!" he cried, arms grabbing hold of him. "Hush, hush Georgie. It's alright. Shhh..." George whimpered and looked up at the person holding him. "B-Bill.." he grabbed hold of his oldest brother, shaking with fear and confusion. Bill looked a bit ruffled, like he'd crawled out his bed a moment before. His eyes were droopy with drowsiness, clothes wrinkled, hair sticking up at odd ends. He was a bit funny looking. George giggled, albeit nervously. Bill smiled tiredly down at him and sat him back down in his seat at the table. He placed a plate of jam and toast in front of him.
"Here. Have something to eat." George shook his head and sheepishly pushed the plate away. "I'm not hungry-" "Ohhh no you don't!" Fred growled from behind him and plopped into a chair next to him, pushing the plate back towards him. "Fred, he's not-" "Sure! You all believe things bloody hell!..." Fred grumbled, not noticing George inching away until...
CRASH!
George moaned in pain. He was hanging from the chair in a very uncomfortable manner. Fred rolled his eyes and grabbed his twins hands and pulled him into sitting position. "Okay, now that you've fallen off the chair-EAT." Fred picked up a small piece of toast and pressed it softly to George's lips.
George shut his eyes tight and took it. Then he felt a pair of lips touch the edge of his own softly before pulling away. Fred lunged forward and hugged him while he swallowed. "Good, now..KEEP DOING THAT." he ordered humorlessly, glaring at the redhead. George gulped. "Okay.." Fred grinned happily. "Good!" "Fred! Can you come in here please!" Molly called, sounding shrill, tired, and a bit defeated. Fred sighed. "Stay here, Georgie. And eat a little MORE." George nodded silently, staring down at his food with a resentful look on his face. Fred went into the living room and sat down the chair by his mothers, putting his feet up and staring directly at her. "Feet down, Fred. I really need to talk to you about George." Fred stiffened defensively, feet slowly dropping from their perch and he sat up straight. "Okay, talk to me." Molly unconsciously bit her lip and stared down at her fourth oldest son sadly. "Well, your father, Dumbledore, and I have...agreed...that George will be attending Hogwarts with you in a few days..." Fred grinned and nodded. "There are just...precautions that have to be made, things that need to be done."
Fred grin faded slightly. "Like what?" he asked softly, slumping a bit down in his seat but holding himself up determinedly.
Fred grin faded slightly. "Like what?" he asked softly, slumping a bit down in his seat but holding himself up determinedly. He knew it would help his twin. "Well...he'll take classes with you, but may have to work with another teacher, to help him keep on track and...keep him calm." Fred nodded, so far thinking that it wouldn't be so bad. "He'll need to go to Madam Pomfrey after every meal for three potions and an extra at night for dreamless sleep. It will better for him to be able to sleep. The other three are for anxiety, hallucinations, and weight control. I am quite aware of his eating habits. We talked to a doctor at Saint Mungo's about it. They said it'd be for the best for him to ALWAYS take those when he is supposed to, everyday at the same time. Or else he'll have to go there." Fred's eyes widened a bit and his mouth was slightly agape, no sound escaping.
Molly continued monotonously. "You or someone, preferably family, must be around him at all times. Okay, dear?" Fred nodded and slowly closed his mouth before immediately opening it again. "Mum..who would do this to someone? Especially...Georgie." A tear fell down his cheek and reached up, wiping it away with his fingers in surprise. Molly shook her head sadly. "I-I don't know..." she whispered, kneeling as he slipped onto the floor to his own knees in tears. She took him into her arms gently. "Shh dear...shh Freddie...It's alright, dear...it's alright.." They both rocked back and forth in sorrow. Fred buried his face in her shoulder, now sobbing freely.
"...Mum...Fred?" they both looked up to see George standing in front of Bill and staring at the two in confusion. "W-What's going o-o-on?" he stuttered, starting to shake bit and go off balance. Bill steadied him and helped his younger brother over to their mother and his twin brother. Fred had dried his tears the moment he saw George, not wanting him to see him cry. Molly on the other hand was still tearing at the sight of her skinny, tired, sad looking son. George grabbed onto the elder twin and hugged him tight. "What's g-going o-on?" he asked again, voice a bit steadier, though his eyes showed his emotions. He was scared out of his bloody mind. Fred embraced him back lovingly, thinking of ways to make his twin feel at least a little better.
"Georgie, you get to go back to Hogwarts with your brothers. Isn't that great?" Molly had perked up a bit and wiped away her own tears. She just wanted her baby to feel better. She looked up at her oldest son as he smiled down at the two dazedly and started to walk out of the room. She wanted to go with him. "Wait Bill.." she said, standing shakily to her feet and leaving the room with her son, ready to make sure she knew everything about him. Fred and George stayed curled up on the floor.
George laid curled up in Fred's lap, sucking at his thumb and murmuring gibberish. Fred let a chuckle escape his throat. George shifted and moaned. "Fred, why is George sucking his thumb??" he twisted his neck to see Ron standing behind him, staring in shock at George. He scowled. "Because he does. Tell no one or else you will be as well. But when you're awake." he threatened, glaring up at the youngest male Weasley. Ron's face reddened and he bolted from the room. Fred snickered. George opened his eyes for a moment and nuzzled deeper into Fred's embrace, going back to sleep. He started to think about what their mother had said.
We'll never get to do anything we used to do. Nothing will be the same. He's practically insane! If I EVER find out who the fuck hurt him I. Will. Kill. THEM. I swear I will. Everything is so different now...why the fuck did he have to run off last year?! Dammit why?!!! Dammit why?!!! If he hadn't...ugh!!!!
Fred stared down at his twin and the anger he had building up dissolved. It wasn't his fault as much as he'd like to think. He'd just been upset. Like everyone else. It just ended very, very badly. He mentally flinched as George let out a soft groan from around his thumb and took it out of his mouth to grip onto the front of Fred's shirt. Guilt at what he'd been thinking grew more and more every moment. He kissed the redheads forehead softly. God, he wanted to touch him so bad. To kiss him, to touch him, to really hold him like that. There was something Fred was very, very sure of right now. He was in love with his twin brother.
And that was really, really BAD.
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PB: Guess what the next chapter is!!! And yes, I have decided...there will be twincest. I like to make Fred confused and pissed off at himself and George basically...innocently...schizophrenic. In a way. So what do you guys think? And yes, if you think this: I am VERY aware that chapter 2 and 3 SUCK ARSE. I am sorry...too bad lol. Well, tell me what you think will be happening with George and Fred at Hogwarts, what you want to happen, and what you like most in the story! Thanks!
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