Chapter six: Some Will be Punished
Here is chapter six and trust me this was hard to write. But here it is sorry that is took longer than usual but I was hesitant in writing this chapter. Oh and this is M rating I cant remember what rating I put the story under but it is M.
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Volcania fire princess: Fred is officially back in the story. Everybody party.Yeah be prepared for the wrath of Fred. Keep reviewing, I really appreciate it and I thank you and keep doing it.
hitachiin90: Okay as stated above Fred is back. Unfortunitely George is still kidnapped. Sad huh? I agree Lee is a bastard. Poor George is really going to suffer. Don't worry as soon as Fred finds out about George is he already going to try to find him. Keep reviewing I honestly thank you.
romilda vane: Thank you for reviewing. It is nice seeing a first time reviewer for my story. Please keep reviewing. I tend to write faster with more reviews. And I'm hurrying don't worry. You will see George in this chapter and I'm a little scared that he might be ooc. So please tell me if he is or not. Probably every character is out of character so if they are somebody tell me.
Warning: There are graphic disturbing scenes in the middle of this chapter so if you do not want to read it then skip that part.
Enjoy the chapter.
A man stepped off the bus and looked around almost hungrily. He smiled as he took in the familiar sights of Diagon Alley. Making sure his hood was still on the young wizard stepped away from the bus stop and took pleasure in walking around, watching the hundreds of shoppers in the alley. Mothers holding their children's hands, bags in hands made him smile all the more. There are little girls stopping next to a pet store looking at little Kittens and puppies yelling to their mothers to buy them one. There are old couples holding hands as they chatted about old times. There are young couples who seemed to just be enjoying each other's company. He loved it. Of course after being locked away from all these people for almost a whole year seeing any humans is a welcoming sight.
Humming to himself he walked past the bulletin board without looking, he didn't see the picture of George hanging there with the word missing written over his face. The young man nearly skipped as he darted around children playing tag as he smiled before looking up at the familiar buildings, trying to locate his favorite street. Finally he founds it and ran, though the street laughing with happiness as he reached his old apartment complex.
Fred ran up to his apartment complex's door, his heartbeat racing as he realizes he is finally going to be going home, home from all of the unpleasenties of a muggle jail. He laughed loudly as he ran up the stairs, as he dropped his small bag. He darted past his old neighbor who yelled at him to slow down but he didn't care he was finally going to be with George again. Finally he stopped standing by his apartment door letting himself catch his breath before grinning with excitement. He searched for his key impatiently, gleaming when he founds it. He puts the key in the knob with excitement only to find out that it doesn't fit. Confusion was written in his face as he knocked on the door, why would George change the locks?
"Who is it?" A feminine voice asked her voice light and musical.
"Is George here?" Fred asked wondering if George found himself a woman and with that thought he felt with surprised a little jealous.
"George, George Weasley?" The female asked calmly.
"Yeah, where is he?"
"He isn't here anymore." The female said again.
"Where is he?" Fred asked feeling a numbness spread though him.
"Go and look at his shop, all of your questions will be answered there." The female muttered.
"What happened?"
"Just go, I'm sick of explaining it to people."
"People?"
"Yes every once in a while someone comes knocking for him."
"But he is ok right?" Fred asked.
"Just go to his shop and see for yourself." The girl replied. And Fred continued to yell to her to tell him what is going on but the girl didn't answer. And Fred did nothing for a minute, just stared at his door, the door that wasn't his door anymore, a stranger's door. And he shook as his stomach dropped, a bad feeling rising inside of him. If she is here than where was George? Well she told him to go to the shop; maybe George went back to live in the tiny apartment over the shop for some strange reason unknown to him. He gave one last look at the first apartment that George and he shared and sighed as he darted down the stairs. And when he left the girl opened the front door and just stood there, pity written on her young face. Arms wrapped around her and dragged her to someone standing behind her the person and the girl just smiled in politeness.
"Who was at the door Mary?"
"Just another person looking for the last owner."
"You told the person to go to the shop?"
"Yeah, I just feel so bad."
"I know babe, just come inside and shut the door." The male voice told his girlfriend who just nodded and shut the door.
Fred picked up his sack and throws it over his shoulder before he started walking again keeping his head down to avoid attention from everyone else, after all he is still supposed to be on the mission. He heard laughter in front of him and with his heart leaping he looked up expecting to see George but instead he sees two kids playing a game of pirates. He lowered his head again and continued to walk walking closer and closer to his, no their store. And he smiled as he saw their sign, and the familiar tricks in the windows. And he felt himself smiling for the first time in eight months, two months on the mission, six months stuck in a prison. And now that he is home he will once again be able to joke around. He and his twin will be able to be the same prankers that they always were.
He walked up to the door and opened the building his heart racing as he tried to locate his brother. He ignored the fact that it was twelve and there isn't a single costumer, or why other then in the windows there is no signs of their tricks they worked so hard on making. He didn't care about the costumers or the shop for that matter, because the most important thing in his life right now was George.
"George, George, where are you?" He screamed out passing empty shelves and cobwebs. He paused to inspect one shelf more closely, seeing a layer of dust mixed in with cobwebs changing the white silks of the webs into brown silks. And he felt a pitch of alarm wash over him.
"George, George buddy, it's me. It's Fred! George come on, where are you?" He screamed even louder, his stomach tightening inside him, making him feel sick.
He passed the register a layer of dust covering that as well. Boxes full of tricks were thrown half-hazardly underneath the desk, papers of customer orders thrown about on the counter, dated from four months ago.
"George." He whispered knowing that George hasn't been in this shop for at least four months. And he felt dizzy with the realization, fear and confusion further made him feel sick until he started to gag, puke running up his neck, and he swallowed so he wouldn't throw up.
"God damn it! George answer me. Oh god please, please George tell me you are here." Fred whispered as he continued to walk, looking around the empty shop. He noticed as he looks down at the floor that the floor is covered in dust too, his shoes making immediate footprints in the dust. And he looked up then his stomach going crazy, his head spinning, his heart breaking. He ran back to the register and jumped over the counter, running into the back room, the storage area.
He storage room is filled with boxes, tricks and vials, and creatures inside, all of Fred's hard work and sweat. But he didn't even slow down to notice the fact, he didn't care about the tricks, he just needed to see his brother, so the feeling of dread will vanish.
"George, George are you in here buddy?" Fred cried out going from alley to alley.
"George please, I know you must be mad at me but I'm sorry I had to leave, but I had no choice. But I'm back now, I'm back and I will never leave you again." And he waited for an answer, any answer but found none and he kind if expected that too. And so he continues, looking disrupted as he continues, finding George nowhere in sight. Finally he thought he saw someone walking, holding a tray full of boxes. And Fred smiled at the person running up to them and flinging himself on him on the person.
"George, George why didn't you answer me?" He asked before he was pushed off. He just sat there in shock before he realizes that the person is fatter, older, and taller than George and Fred's heart drops again. The person who threw him off just looked at Fred who had a hood on, so he knows that the old guy didn't recognize him. The person smiles as an apology before helping him up. It was their old renter. After he and George moved into their more spacious apartment, they rented out the upstairs apartment to this old guy, who obviously didn't recognize Fred in his hood.
"You…you are not George." Fred replied dumbly before the old man could open his mouth. The old man watched as the figure lowered his head to the ground, and he knew if he was able to see the young man's face it would be ridden with anguish.
"No young man I am not." The old man said before patting Fred on the shoulder, his voice sad.
"Do you know where he is?" Fred asked still keeping his eyes away from the man; as he realized that he probably ought to stop throwing himself at people who he thought were George. The old man sighed, his expression changing from kindness to sadness. Every once in awhile some poor soul will come in here and ask for George and he was always the person who had to deliver the bad news.
"Follow me young man." The old man gestures as he abandoned the boxes he had been carrying and started walking with Fred on his heels. He finally stops at a door leading to the apartment upstairs before turning around to face Fred.
"Are you sure you want to find out?"
"Please I have to know." Fred begs, his heart racing as the old man opened the door letting Fred step inside. Flowers, fresh and dead were thrown about the room, reminding Fred of a funeral shrine. There were pictures on a chart, that when Fred stepped close he could clearly see were of George. There were candles around the room making Fred start to put the pieces together.
"He's dead." Fred whispered dropping to his knees beside something, a teddy bear that George used to carry around with him when they were kids. Fred picked the teddy bear up and cradled it with his hands, devastation rich on his face. The old man watched the scene with disinterest yet pain; they always react like this young man. And once again he thought about leaving the young man and letting him think that he is dead. But then he knows that isn't fair to anyone, lying to them, when there was a chance; however slim the chances were of finding him.
"He isn't dead." The old man said softy, even though I hope he is. He is much better of dead than being still alive. The old man thought, watching as the stranger shot his head up.
"What?"
"Yeah, he didn't die." And again he watched as Fred took the information in standing up with the bear still holding the bear to him still cradled in his arms.
"Then what happened?"
"You don't want to know kid, I wish I didn't know." The old man nearly whispers, and he really wished he didn't know.
"Tell me, please, I have to know."
"Okay fine. Like I said he didn't die, he can really well be dead by now, or he can be unlikely be still alive……."
"What do you mean, he may be dead, you have no idea?"
"Kid was kidnapped." The old man finally said this time not looking at the man in front of him.
"What? No, no he can't be? He…kidnapped? I don't accept it." The old man turned to the man who has fallen to the ground again. The old man can see the younger man's body shaking.
"Well believe it or not he was."
"How…how long ago?"
"Four months now."
"Four months?" The man asked his voice full with disbelief and horror and the old man realized that the air in the room has just gotten colder as he shivered. The figure on the floor didn't move, just sat still his body still shivering, the bear still grasped in his hands.
"I'm sorry kid."
"No, no it didn't happen. He is just playing a trick on me, getting back at me for leaving him too long."
"There were witnesses."
"Then they must have been part of the trick too. I mean he couldn't…George." Fred yelled standing up, desperate to hear his brother's voice again.
"He…"
"George, George come out this moment, George I know that you are playing a trick on me. Come on George. George. George." Fred screamed as he started to run only to find strong hands pulling him back.
"He can't respond. He is gone." The old man replied as he let go of Fred who slumped on the ground.
"No, no, oh my god." Fred screamed again throwing his hood off and revealing his red hair, "George, oh god, I am so sorry." And as soon as Fred flung his hood off the old man was already on the phone, his voice high as he spoke to someone. But Fred didn't care, Fred didn't even listen, in fact he did nothing but sit there rocking slightly as he hugged the bear to him.
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"Hello, oh hello Mr. Jones. How are you today?" Ron asked over the phone.
"I'm still living." Mr. Jones answered with a mildly humorous sarcasm.
"So why are you calling so early? Did someone steal from the shop again?" Ron asked motioning Hermione to come over as pulled the telephone between them.
"No, but you should come in."
"Why?" Hermione asked quietly tears filling up in her eyes again, as they usually continuously did during the last four months if anything relating to George was mentioned.
"His brother came in." Mr. Jones said softy as if he didn't want to disrupt something or someone.
"Who, Lee's brother. I should give him a flat lip right now." Ron hissed his anger and fear rising with each passing day.
"No Ron, your brother is back." And the phone dropped between the couple, both of them frozen in spot as they heard Mr. Jones still talking but neither went to retrieve the phone. And both of them felt despair raise again as Ron rushed to get his shoes on and Hermione ran to get the coats from the closet. And they met each other by the front door in less than two minutes. They could have gotten to the shops within minutes by taking floo powder or by flying but those things didn't even cross their minds until they arrived at the shop, sweat dripping off both their faces as they ran the four miles to the shop. Their clothes were damp since they slipped and fall a few times in the snow but they didn't notice it either. But as soon as they reached the shop they noticed how cold they were, could feel the blood freeze from the cuts, see the holes all over their pants.
They hurried though the store without looking around after all Mr. Jones would have taken Fred to the small office room in the back. Both of them couldn't help but hesitate as they thought about seeing Fred again. Fred had been gone for so long and both were really pissed at Fred, blaming him for everything that has happened. Both were afraid how Fred would take the news, after all the twins used to be extremely close.
Hermione saw Mr. Jones first who immediately greeted them a tiring expression on his face. Mr. Jones just pointed at a corner where Fred was still sitting and rocking. And this made both Ron and Hermione look at each other with guarded eyes.
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"Its going to be okay, its going to be okay, its going to be okay." George told himself as he tried once again to get the handcuffs off of him with no relief. And he pushed his back further into the wall more and sat there rocking as he kept whispering the words over and over again, "its going to be okay, its going to be okay, its going to be okay."
He felt tears in his eyes again and he didn't try to stop them as he looked around him again. He didn't know why he tried; all he saw was darkness anymore. And he hated the darkness, always has, and here in the darkness Lee could be anywhere. A banging was heard somewhere and George starts to muffle his tears as he struggled even more to get the handcuffs off and when he couldn't he hit his head against the walls trying to make himself pass out so he wouldn't have to deal with Lee anymore. He can't deal with Lee anymore, he can't deal with anything, not the beatings, not the hateful words, and not…and not…he couldn't even think the word. And he waited for Lee to show up but after awhile he calmed down and laughed as relief washed overblinded him. Lee wasn't here.
"See he isn't coming, everything is fine, everything is fine, fine, fine, fine." And he started to rock again hearing the chains drag on the floor with each rock and he could feel pain rock though his body with each rock but he couldn't stop, for some strange he felt connected to Fred right now and he is afraid that if he stops the connection will be gone again and he didn't want that.
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Fred pushed the bear closer to his chest as he rocked feeling strangely connected to George and he didn't know if it was all in his head or not but he didn't care, he liked this feeling of connection and he was not going to stop rocking until it dies.
"Fred, Fred it's me Ron." He heard Ron say and he looked up into the eyes of his younger brother and couldn't believe the difference. Ron's hair wais longer than he remembered and he was skinnier too, almost too skinny for a healthy man. He now spotted a beard and Fred decided it didn't suit him. Fred heard movement and turned his head slightly left to where Hermione kneeled. Hermione changed too, her body looked skinnier as well, she had been thin to begin with but now she looked unhealthily slim. Her brown hair that he had always loved is now dull and oily as if she didn't wash her hair anymore, and her eyes had become now two pain filled peddles in her now pale face. Even though he looked up he didn't reply nor did he stop the rocking.
"Fred come on, let's take you home." Hermione said gently, offering a too skinny of hand to Fred who just shook his head.
"Fred come on you have to go home." Ron said next standing up.
"I can't, someone lives in my apartment." Fred managed to say as he rocks, always rocking. It would have been comical if it weren't so sad.
"We know Ge…Fred but you can stay with us." Hermione says blushing for mistaking Fred's name for George's but honestly how often in the last six months had she mentioned Fred?.
"Come on Fred, lets go." Hermione said grabbing Fred's arm to pull him up.
"No, no let me rock." Fred pleads as he tried to pull his arm away from Hermione's.
"We have to go home you are going to catch your death here. After all it's snowing and the heater isn't on in here anymore." Ron muttered grabbing one arm as Hermione grabbed the other and started to pull him up. Fred panicked as he felt the connection with his brother beginning to break and he tried to pull his arms free.
"You don't understand, I need to keep rocking, please just for a little bit."
"No Fred now stop it." Ron said more sternly s as they managed to pull him to his feet and start pulling him over to the fireplace. Fred screamed as the connection dimmed even more and then it and slowly broke. Fred slowly admitted defeat as he doubled over and let Hermione and Ron take him home. As he left the door of the store they once shared he closed his eyes, he but not before whispered softly, "George."
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"Fred." George found himself whispering as the connection died leaving him alone again. He rocked harder trying to get the connection back but stopped when nothing happened. He felt tears running down his cut up face as he called for his brother again wishing that he would hurry up and save him already, save him from this torment, from this caged hell that is his life became.
"Come please, come on somebody save me. I need to be saved, I can't escape by myself. Fred please find me. I know you are alive Fred so why are you taking so long? Fred please, I know you hate it when I beg but I don't care anymore go ahead and call me a pussy. Just please save me."
"Did I hear the name Fred?" A voice rich with hatred asked and George flinched as light filled the room as Lee turned the light on. George watched as Lee walked over to him, a dark look on his face, his fists in tight balls. George tried to scoot backwards just to get away from him but couldn't anymore since his back was already flat against the wall.
"NO, no you didn't hear the name Fred; I was saying, like how you always said you love mefrend sent me." George tried his words thick with fear. His expression forced as he tried to flatter his captor.
"Liar." Lee screams backhanding George across his face and making him hit his head against the wall.
"No I swear I wasn't lying, I would never lie to you!" George said quickly, his fear rising as he noticed the knife in Lee's hand.
"Oh George I know you were calling that little faggot's name so don't lie." Lee replied as he put the knife on the table and grabbed a bottle of alcohol and George's heart stopped.
"No, no please don't do this. Please I swear that name will never cross my lips again." George begged again his eyes glued to the knife as alcohol runs over it and George couldn't help himself, he started to sob.
"Oh stop your crying I told you what will happen if you keep saying that name didn't I?" Lee asked calmly as he picked the knife back up and walked over to George who was crawling at the wall in a pathetic attempt to escape. With his free hand he slapped George across his face again stilling George's attempts to struggle as he tried to get everything into focus again. Lee used this time to pry George's mouth open and grab his tongue making George sob even more.
"BPlease." George screamed with difficulty as Lee is holding his tongue out, a thumbnail digging painfully into the sensitive buds.
"You broke your promise now you have to pay." Lee responded simply as he surgically placed the knife and puts it tin the center of George's tongue.
"Please I will do anything just not this." George begged again as he felt the knife cut though his tongue and he tried to bite down or to jerk his head away but he found he couldn't. He waited for Lee to continue as he tasted blood from the tiny cut, his tongue flaming from the pain of such a small injury but Lee didn't continue and instead just stared at George.
"You will do anything?" He asked the smile on his face causing George to shiver as he nodded. Lee thought about it for a minute before grabbing the knife and slicing it though an outside edge of George's tongue making George scream in agony as the knife cut a clean mark in his lower lip. Lee smiled as he saw the bloody part of the tongue hanging down, blood pooling into George's mouth and he shivered with satisfaction.
"Bastard." George manages to spit out and he shivered again as he cold feel the cut part of his tongue hitting his teeth.
"I cut the edge of your tongue. If I was to cut it horizontal I would have made you into a babbling idiot. If I cut it straight down, you'll bleed to death so you couldn't speak. You fuck up again and I will finish what I started." Lee said calmly, a predatory gleam in his eye as he stared down at George for a moment, deciding instead to spit on George before looking around the empty room. George just sat there shaking as he tried to tolerate the pain that was slowly forming into his mouth and he could feel the blood dripping down the side of his mouth and running down his face mixing with the tears both dry and new. He kept his eyes glued to Lee who just smiled as he turned to George a funny look upon his face and George could feel his skin crawl. He walked up to George and stood in front of him and George staring up at him with a strangely expectant expression to figure out what he is planning. It wasn't until Lee started to rub his crotch though his jeans that George understood exactly what was going to happen. He felt the familiar sickness. He tried not to look on as Lee took his pants off before kicking them aside. Lee smiled serenely down at George as he started to pull his underwear aside down revealing his throbbing hardness and George screamed again in desperation only with more panic and disgust than before. And with George screaming Lee ignored the insult and used this as an excuse as he thrusted his length into George's wide mouth. And of course George knew better than to fight as Lee's penis rubbed against his cut tongue. Never in the last four months had Lee ever made him suck him off.
"Suck it." Lee ordered and George tried to shake his head, the motion made difficult by the muscle in his mouth that practically forced his face at the source, he refused to suck him off.
"Suck it or I'll stick the knife somewhere worse than your mouth you will not like." Lee responded lazily as George's back straightened with the realization and slowly he began to move his head forward and back trying not to hear the grunts and moans coming from Lee as tears continued to fall down his face. When Lee decided that George wasn't doing it correctly he grabbed George by the hair to force George to take it deeper in his mouth .He forced George to suck him quicker and thrust himselfs harder into his mouth not caring if he hurt his unwilling lover in the process. When finished he does not remove his penis as he waited until George swallowed his seed, even making him clean his flaccid length to add insult to injury. He withdrew and squatted down, after waiting for a minute he removes his penis watching as George takes as much breaths as possible, his face a pale shade of green. Lee laughed as he watched George trying not to gag before kicking George in the stomach.
"Turn over." Lee says with a smile another erection already growing and George stared at him in disbelief at Lee as he struggled to get out of the chains again.
"Come on now, I haven't got all day." Lee drawled as George refused to move. Lee was getting impatient and finally Lee grabbed George's hair again and yanked the smaller man's head up loving it when he heard a snap, a fearsome expression on his face as he forced George to look him in the eye. "Turn over now." And when George still did not comply he grabbed the knife from the table again as he pushed George onto his back.
"Fine then you bitch, you asked for this." George heard Lee say as Lee kicked pinned his thighs down with his knees and kicked his feet apart, holding knife above his head, "Just remember this is your entirely your fault."
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"So what happened?" Fred screamed when they finally stumbled into Hermione and Ron's apartment.
"It's a long story."
"I have all day." Fred hissed back his face wrought by pain one of extreme pain.
"It started about six months ago, George started to receive notes." and Hermione stood up and walked over to a filing cabinet and looking though it for a minute before picking up a huge folder and handing it to Fred.
"What are these?" He asked and Hermione frowned.
"The notes, everyday for two months he received them, to the very last day."
"Okay, have you checked though them and see if there is any clue where he might have taken him?" Fred asked immediately planning to find his brother somehow.
"We checked two times, the police went though the notes three times, and a criminal specialist went though them twice. We never found anything useful. Fred opened the folder and pulled one out and silently read to himself before turning in confusion between Hermione and Ron, "it doesn't make sense. Why didn't he report it?"
Both Hermione and Ron went silent as they looked at him both wondering if they had any right to tell him the worse news, finally Hermione decided that it must be her, "He thought you were the one who sent them notes."
"What? Aare you kidding me?" Fred nearly roared outraged by her words. He was shocked when she shook her head.
"He honestly thought that you wrote him and that is why you ran away."
"Like I would tell my own brother," Fred picked out a random letter, "I will always be watching you and waiting for the minute I get to fuck you. Does that sound like something I would say? What the fuck was wrong with George, did he lose his mind or something?"
"You just ran away for no reason at all. He missed you so much that he nearly closed down the shop, he almost killed himself once, but we found him and stopped him. Fred he was so miserable without you that when he saw these letters he wanted it to be you. He wanted the letters to be written by you so much that he ignored the creepiness, the sexuality of those notes. And those notes actually gave him his life back for a little bit." Hermione hissed the final sentence accusingly, surprising both Fred and Ron.
"He was miserable?"
"Of course he was. Since the minute he was born you two were always together, always. And then suddenly you decide to just pick up and go leaving your brother depressed and lonesome for the first time in his life."
"Hermione shut up. To continue the story, apparently he has been getting these notes," Ron said looking at Hermione, "and no one but her knew about it. Then one night after Katie's wedding shower and Oliver's bachelor party George walked Alicia home. We are unsure what happened that day but apparently something happened between George and Alicia enough to get her killed."
"It was the same person who wrote the letters to George?"
"Yes. I knew it was the same person the moment I heard that she received a letter with no return address, Nobody saw the inside of the note, but the man who delivered it matched the prime suspect and had the same handwriting as the notes that was written to George." Hermione interrupted Ron, wanting to reclaim a stake in the explanation. She carefully dodged saying Lee's name, wanting to be sure Fred was ready to hear it before he did.
"Did you tell George?"
"Yes but he wouldn't listen to me. He kept insisting that it was you."
"Then what happened? How did he get…." Fred said trailing off not wanting to say the words that taunted him.
"Here read this." Hermione said handing a letter to Fred who looked at it with interest. He read it and by the end he was red with anger.
"Who in the fuck would write this? In the letter the person called George his brother." Realization dawned on his face, smoothing the lines with shock. "Oh my god… He tricked him into going to the shrieking shack by pretending the letter was from me?" Fred looked horrified and Ron and Hermione looked at each other agreeing with each other to tell Fred who the kidnapper was.
"It was Lee."
"What? Are you serious?" Fred asked looking between Hermione and Ron before whispering, "holy shit you guys are not kidding... Lee sent the notes, Lee killed Alicia. He tricked my brother into going to the shrieking shack."
"Yes and we are…"
"How did it happen? How did George get kidnapped?" Fred whispered more to himself than to his brother and Hermione.
"Lee drugged him and used floo powder." Hermione shortly said.
"Are you certain?"
"Yes I was there, I witnessed it."
"You were there? Why didn't you stop it then?" Fred yelled feeling fury and despair. If only I'd been there…
"There was nothing I could have done."
"Bullshit, you could have stopped it."
"He used a spell we couldn't get any windows or doors open."
"You could have used the secret passage."
"It would have taken too long."
"There was more than one passageway."
"Well I didn't know that!." Hermione spat out with shock, frustration flaring with anger that was met equally by Fred.
"And because of that he was kidnapped. Fuck Hermione, I ask you to look after him until I get back from the mission only to find out that he was a fucking mess and then he got kidnapped while you were watching without a care in the world as he was kidnapped. Oh thank you so much for doing me that favor."
"Shut up Fred, you were the one who left."
"I didn't have a choice in the matter and you know it."
"Hermione, Fred, shut up. This isn't helping anybody here so stop it." Ron screamed playing the middleman for once watching as both Hermione and Fred gave each other death glares before Hermione stormed off. Fred slowly turned to look at Ron the same glare in his eyes.
"Why are you glaring at me for? I haven't done anything wrong." Ron quietly said before he too left leaving Fred alone in the apartment as he just looked around. He didn't know what to do he just felt overwhelmed.
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George grasped as he struggles to turn around again so he was lying on his back. He groaned in response. His lower back burned in pain and he bit his lip trying not to cry out. He tried to scoot back to the wall pushing his foot against the cement floor but he kept slipping on his own blood. His tongue stopped bleeding a few hours ago, but he still felt pain every time he moves it he can feel the cut part rub against his teeth sending pain lancing through his body every time. He stared up at the handcuffs again before crying out soft enough only he could hear, "Fred… find me..."
Okay this chapter is done. It wasn't too bad right? George's condition will just get worse in the next chapter. And there will be more emotions on both Fred and George part in the next chapter.
Oh and the woman and man who moved into the twin's old home is going to be very important in upcoming chapters.