A/N: It is really late now so I gotta make this quick. And a quick HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TOM FELTON!111!111111! :)! This was supposed to be up last week but I got lazy. So I am updating for his birthday. Enjoy!

Chapter 3- My Sweet Twin

*F.W. POV*

I don't know when I started, but all I know is that I'm crying.

"What happened?" Hermione asked. Harry put George's lifeless body in front of us and I knelt down holding my brother in my arms crying into his bleeding sholder.

"I don't know what happened; when the lights came on I saw George dead on the stair case." Harry explaned.

"Wasn't there anything that you could have done?!" I screamed.

" I'm sorry Fred, but he wasn't moving or breathing, so I assumed that he was dead. I couldn't do anything." Harry said knelling down next to me. He started to rub small circles in my back to sooth me, but I didn't pay it any attention. My twin brother is dead and bleeding in my arms; a rub on the back isn't going to help.

"Fred, you should try to calm down." Ginny said laying a hand on my shoulder.

"Calm down?! How the hell can you be so calm? He's your brother too! Calm down my ass! We should all be acting like me! What, am I the only one who cares for George?" I screamed at her shaking with anger. Everyone had these weird looks on there faces staring at me and I know why. I never yell at Ginny, heck I never yell period, nor do I get mad. But seeing George dead must have sparked something in me.

"Fred... That's... That's not what I meant, I..."

"Just shut up Ginny." I picked up George and walked over to a corner and sat down putting George on my lap. I started to sob into my twin brother's sholder. Why? Why must this happen to him? I wish it was me instead so he could live. I just wish I could do some thing. Then I heard one of the best sounds of my life,

" Fred you do know that all of your screaming woke me up right?"

Georges voice.

"G-George?" I whispered, a smile returning to my face. He smirked and nodded the best he could with a huge gash on his neck. He brought a hand to my cheek wiping away the happy tears and also spreading his blood on to my cheek.

"I hate to see you cry." He said.

"Well I hate seeing you like this."

"Like what?"

"Well first off your blood is everywhere, you have a big gash in your neck that looked like something tried to take a bite out of you. You have multiple others on your left sholder, your right leg, and your stomach close to your ribs. Actually I can see some of your ribs."

"I probably still look better than you though." I chuckled at that. Even if he's on the verge of death, George always stays happy. I patted his hair softly.

"We'll fix you, don't worry." I said a little louder so that everyone could hear our conversation.

"George? You're ok!" Hermione yelled from across the room. Everyone ran up to us saying how scared and worried they where. Mostly they where talking about me going mad because I thought he was dead

"Hey, shouldn't we be patching George up and not talking about me?" I said.

"Fred's right. Did you see anything in that room that you where in?" Hermione asked me.

"Yes actually. There was another room inside of there too."

"We should go check it out." Harry said. I picked George up and we all ran across the hall to the room I was hiding in earlier. Hermione locked the door behind us because she was the last one in the room.

"Why did you lock the door?" Ginny asked.

"Trust me if I didn't lock the door we would have been dead." Hermione said back.

"Come on, there's a door to the other room behind this curtain." I said standing by said curtain. Harry opened the curtain and door, and everyone went inside. There was a small staircase that lead to another large iron door. We went inside that door to find a large room with four bathrooms, a kitchen full of food and supplies, eight beds, and a small dinning room.

"It's nice, but it could be a little cleaner." Ginny said looking around. I started to take George to one of the beds when I heard a faint yell of 'Food!' and another yell of 'Ronald!'

I lied him on the bed and called Ginny and Hermione over to him.

"This will take a minute." Hermione said taking her wand out. She waved her wand around George, but nothing happened. No humming, no glowing, nothing.

"Umm, my magic, its not working. It feels like its drained out." Hermione said looking at her wand.

"Let me try." Ginny tried and she got the same result.

"My magic is drained too!" she screamed.

"It makes sense."

"What makes sense Hermione?" Ron asked.

"Why the portkey didn't get us inside the gate, this manor doesn't accept magic."

"It must be part of the curse." Harry said.

"Well what about George?" I asked.

"I guess he'll have to heal normally." Ron said shrugging his shoulders. Harry found the first-aid kit and handed it to Hermione and Ginny. They picked up George's wounds. I heard a crash like glass shattering coming from behind me. I turned around and saw Ron standing over a broken clock.

"Ronald! How do you always manage to break things?" Hermione asked stomping over to the broken glass grabbing the broom and cleaning it up.

"The ticking was starting to hurt my head." To prove his point he brought his hand up to his head.

"Ron where did you get that watch?" Harry asked pointing at the gold watch that was on his wrist. Ron looked down at his wrist.

"I don't know. Hey do I have the right time?" He asked.

"I have 11:00, what time do you have?" Pansy asked.

"Weird, I have 10:55." Ron said.

"But I have 11:05." George said.

"Then how has the right time?" Ginny asked. Everyone shrugged their shoulders and looked around the room.

"Someone check their phone, it should have the right time." Hermione said.

"My phone is off." Harry said.

"Mine too!" Pansy said.

"But our phones where working before." Hermione said.

"Maybe they don't work up here, I mean we must be in the attic." I suggested.

"Maybe." Ginny said.

"Well someone should go down stairs in search for a way out." Hermione said.

"I'll go, who wants to come with me?" Hermione asked. Pansy, Ron, and Harry all agreed to go with her. They left the room and I sat on George's bed stroking his hair as he slept. I looked over to Draco who hasn't said a word since we got here.

"Draco, are you feeling well?" I asked him. He just smiled and nodded.

"Just a little hungry is all." He said getting up and holding to the small kitchen. There is something wrong with him, but I don't know what. I looked over at my twin brother's sleeping form. I smiled knowing he was going to be fine.

A/N: Yeah its been some months since I wanted to update this back in September. But I hope this will do.