Yeah this is slightly longer than I thought it will be but enjoy.
Oh and unfortunately this chapter is beta free but I spent about a week going over it and trying to fix mistakes. If there are mistakes then sorry. But I promised that this is going to be up by Sunday and I keep my promises damn it.
Okay on to the chapter:
This means flashback
' ' this is thoughts
Fred hits his head against the wall, his good manner vanishing quickly as he listened to Harry, "…there is nothing we can do; the map was made with magic that is out of our range."
"Still isn't there a way?" Hermione asked looking at the map closer. She runs her fingers over the map remembering how many times the map saved their lives in Hogwarts, how it helped save Sirius from the kiss, how it was always there to make sure they never got caught by Filch. Surely they can make another.
"We don't even know how this map was actually made." Harry added again looking worn out as he stared at the map again watching as hundreds of Hogwart children running around and he smirked, they looked like cattle, running around in circles. He wonders what they are doing if they are running around in circles. Then it hits him, none of the children will ever lay their eyes on this map and he couldn't help but feel sad. After all, his dad made the map then he got it should he have hidden it somewhere in Hogwarts for someone else to find. Should he have left it for the next James Potter, the prankster, the one who lived to make jokes and be slightly cruel? He looked away from the map feeling disappointed in himself.
"But we know your dad made this map." Ron added in and watched as Harry bit his lower lip before sighing. Harry looks at Ron noting his eager face, a face that said yeah 'I said something helpful, right.' Honestly it isn't like James left a how to make a maop note for Harry before he died. James never left any notes or pages or anything on his amazing map. Harry wants to shout that he doesn't know how to make a map but he doesn't. In fact for a while he finds himself mute as he thinks of a logical reply that won't get anyone on his back.
"Yes and unfortunately he is dead, as well as Remus, Sirius, and Wormtail." Harry shouts out finally his voice sounding how harsh then he intended it to sound, but the sound of Fred hitting the wall is making him cranky. Harry wishes that he can just jinx Fred so he can just stop the banging, how is banging your head supposed to solve anything.
"Come on they made this while they were in Hogwarts, it can't be too hard to make." Hermione supposed looking at Harry with charm. Harry sighs in relief when no one yelled at him at least he did something right.
"It is not possible. We are just going to have to continue looking for him the way we have been."
"Then he will die." Fred hissed stopping hitting his head his eyes a mixture of dread and hope. Fred is afraid all right, afraid he will find his brother and afraid that he wont at the same time. He has the look on his face that screams I want my brother back but I don't know if I can deal with him if he does return. In fact Fred doesn't exactly have a plan for what should happen if they get George back. Where will they live, how traumatized will George be, will George even want to see him again? The answers to those questions scared him, everything about this situation is scaring him.
Noticing the look in Fred's eyes, the look of true panic Harry blurts out, "no, no he will not die, we will save him." But no matter how convincing Harry tried to make himself be, he couldn't surpass the quivering in his voice.
"You don't have any faith!" Fred replied angrily glaring at Harry who matched his look.
"I have plenty of faith. I have never once even thought of giving up. I even came home from my honeymoon to look for him so don't say I have no faith." Harry hissed back looking at Fred, who he always respected, with anger. It was a shame too; Harry can feel their friendship winding down. But honestly he is sick of everyone thinking that he isn't trying hard enough or that he doesn't care enough. He cares a lot for George and he is going out of his way trying to find him. He is doing the best he can, "I'm trying the best I can."
"And now I am begging you to at least try this." Fred cried his voice becoming lower so in the end all anyone can hear is his body's exchange of air, looking at Harry with desperation.
"Please, let's just try okay? You know you will regret it if you do not try." Hermione adds in putting her hands together and staring up at Harry with puppy eyes.
"Yes, please Harry, please." Ron adds in looking at Harry with a stern face before adding, "think how proud your dad will be."
'What will my dad think? I don't know, maybe gleam, maybe jealously, most likely proud. What will happen if we actually make this map? Will the ministry take it away from us? Will we find George? Will we screw up and all we get for our trouble is nothing? Can they find George with this map?' Harry looked around again feeling something deep down rising and smiled, "okay then we will try." Everybody smiled before Harry responds, "but we have no idea how long it took my father and his friends to make the map or what magic they used."
"But we are at least trying." Fred adds in his face unreadable. He relaxes in his seat and just stares blankly to his right as he listens to the rest of the conversation as he tries to find a way to make George know that they are going to find him. 'Everything is going to be fine George. We are going to find you don't give up yet. Please I'm begging you, don't give up.' Fred thinks as he looks out the window at the world knowing somewhere out there, some where that he cant see, his brother is there trying to survive. He didn't even hear Hermione and Harry arguing over something until he heard Hermione scream something and he turns his head so he can give his full attention to the group.
"Okay fine." Harry says rolling his eyes a little.
"I guess the first thing we should do is look though every spell book and write down spells that can help," Hermione says and Harry speaks next, his voice holding wisdom, "I think we should also put time aside to search for George since this may take months."
"I'll go down to the library right now." Hermione suggests already half-way out the door.
"Okay, Ron go with her. Write down any spells possible that might help." Harry ordered.
"What about Fred and you?" Ron asked.
"We are going to look for George."
"Why can't Fred go with Hermione?"
"Ron, go with Hermione." Harry orders making Ron groans before replying, "Harry I hate reading."
"I don't care, just go." Harry says again. Fifteen minutes later the group splits up, Hermione and Ron went by floo powder as Harry and Fred just decided to walk. The two are silent for a while just walking side by side as they walked out of the apartment complex and into dragon's alley.
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"It isn't going to work." Harry points out again and was surprised when Fred nodded.
"It might, it might not." Fred replied easily, he already went over the probability of this working and it isn't any good. But he can't give up just because of a bad probability, he has to try harder. He will find his brother and when he does he prays that Lee is in the same room so he can beat the living shit out of him. He didn't know that Harry has been talking for the last five minutes and it wasn't until Harry pinched Fred on his arm that Fred even remembers that Harry is with him.
"So you don't think that it is a fool proof plan?" Fred blinked for a minute as he tried to remember what they were talking about. He frowns when he doesn't remember and takes a wild guess of what they are talking about and replies "No, but I want to believe it."
"But you don't?" Harry says again watching as Fred becomes red in his face. He thought it was because Fred is getting mad but in reality Fred is just embarrassed because he still can't remember what Harry is talking about.
"No, not really." Fred replies and bites his lip as he wonders what he said no too.
"Then why did you stick up for the plan?" Harry asked with annoyance. Fred relaxes again, 'duh it was about the map.' He smiles over at Harry who just glared back in return; his patience has totally run out.
"It might give some people enough hope to continue looking for George."
"You think it might work?" Harry asked again, and Fred immediately thought about it.
"Honestly as long as we have patience and determination I believe we can make a map, And when we do we can use it as a helpful tool for missing people."
"What do you mean?"
"Think about it how many people go missing every year? Wouldn't it be great if the police can use this map to track them down? I mean we may not be able to use this map for George but we may be able to save others. And not only wizards and witches either, I mean we can also save muggles who go missing. We can save kids from being molested, college students from being killed. And we can even use the maps to track down serial killers. Look how useful this map will be."
"You would do that Fred? Are you telling me that you wouldn't use the map for your own purposes?" Harry taunted as he thought about the many pranks of the twins.
"I don't think so, not now, at least. Before I would have loved it but now I don't think I can keep something as valuable like that when it can save lives."
"You really changed." Harry said looking at Fred with interest.
"Yeah well the mission was horrible enough to make me realize what is important." Fred responded without feelings.
"Tell me about it." Harry almost pleaded and Fred stopped walking and just stared at Harry, an eyebrow raised.
"I cant, it's…"
"I told you everything about Voldemort and his followers when I shouldn't have." Harry retorted his mouth in a thin line.
"Okay fine. The ministry wanted two people to go on the mission, they chose Draco and me."
"Why Draco?"
"Long story short he used to be a deathater and they wanted a deatheater for the mission. Anyways on a Monday morning Draco and I was told to stand in front of the broom shop where a ministry member picked us up and explained that all we need to do is spy on the escaped deatheaters and to find out if they are planning on continuing Voldemort's lesion or not. Since everyone knows that I am not a deatheater I had to take polyjuice every two hours to insure that they will never find out my true identity. The problem was I had to be a female."
"What, really?" Harry responded having to stop himself from laughing.
"But here is the clicker; I had to pose as Draco's girlfriend." And Harry lost it then as he laughed making Fred scowl in return.
"So yes we had to kiss each other in front of the deatheaters and we had to cuddle and do all those couple shit."
"I wish I was there." Harry added playfully.
"It wasn't that funny. Those deatheaters are nuts. After the first day we got there they told us of their plan to kill all half-breeds and muggles, pretty much everything that Voldemort planned to do. We walked over to a small village whose locals greeted us cheerfully and were very nice, hell even the deatheaters liked them. They even talked about having some of the deatheaters stay in the village. That was until they found out that the village was filled with muggles. After that they killed every villager even the kids and babies."
"Oh."
"They were also very paranoid too, I can't tell you how many of their own people we saw killed because they thought they where spies. Trust me both of us was expecting to die at any second."
"So what happened?"
"Eventually they found a muggle house and decided to burn the house but the muggles called the cops. Before they could do anything the cops came and arrested all of us. So of course we got stuck in a muggle jail for six months just waiting for a trail date."
"Did anything happen in prison?"
"Draco got in a fight during the first night it was almost hysterical. The two deatheaters had the shit beaten out of them a couple of times by huge men, it was oddly funny. Then about three days ago the ministry got a hold of the situation and got all of us out. The ministry arrested the two deatheaters and told Draco and me to return home."
"How fun." Harry said with a small smile thinking of Draco being hit over and over again.
"For the whole six months all I could think about was George and trying to figure out how pissed he was at me. I continuously felt like a scum for not telling George what was going on. Sometimes, before I was arrested, I just wanted to call him but I couldn't. I couldn't risk the chances of the deatheaters finding out and killing me or finding him and killing him, or killing both of us. Now it seemed so pointless. I mean if I would have known that he would have gotten kidnapped I would've told him everything before I left. Honestly the morning I left I just stood by the bed and just watched him sleep struggling to decide on waking him up or not. I didn't of course and I have been regretting that ever since." Fred finished talking without looking once at Harry as he started to walk again. His mind feels like it is on autopilot again as he continued feeling drained of all energy, and without any indication that he is feeling useless, pathetic, and hating himself truly. He blames himself for everything that has happened and regardless of what happens he is always going to have to deal with it. He wonders once again if George blames him. He wouldn't blame George if he did.
They walked passed his old apartment complex and he can remember when they moved in. George was a giggly mess as he carried boxes, his mind still on a high from escaping Hogwarts. He can remember himself rolling his eyes as his brother dropped yet another box as he continued telling George to hurry up and stop fooling off. He can remember spending a whole day fixing the apartment up and at night just relaxing on the couch as he calmed down, George using him as a pillow, fall asleep with his head on his shoulder. He couldn't help but think that this was how it is supposed to be.
"Come on, we checked down here, lets check over there." Harry ordered interrupting Fred's memory as he started down an alleyway. Fred looked back at the apartment complex and wishes the memory back but it wouldn't come. Feeling grumpy all of the sudden he growled as he followed Harry down the alleyway.
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Ron groaned at the ever growing books that Hermione keeps throwing on the table. He wants to hit his head against the table and just pass out just so he wouldn't have to deal with any of this again. He glared at the books, all fifty of them, as he looked over at Hermione who is carrying another ten. He groaned again as he puts his head in his hands as he slumps over in his chair. He hears the ten books dropping on the table and he looks up at Hermione.
"Ron, start looking." Hermione warns throwing a book right in front of him making Ron groan even more.
"Yes because this is really going to work." He points out without enthusiasm looking at the book without interest.
"Shut up Ron, it will work." Hermione hisses before storming off to find more books. He sighs as he sits up straight again before opening the book starting at page one by the time Hermione comes back he is on the thirty-third page out of one thousand.
"Find anything yet?" She asked curiosity.
"Only if you wanted to turn small objects into birds. Heavens know why anyone would, I mean I guess if someone threw an axe at you or maybe a plate or a…"
"Ron, focus on the issue here."
"Hermione you know we are not going to find anything so stop pretending."
"We have to try at least."
"Why so in two months we can officially fail at making a map and in the meantime George will what still be missing, dead? I mean how is this supposed to help us? Even if this works do you know how many people there are in dragon's alley each day, in England? We will be lucky if we can even find him with the map; it will be like finding a needle in a cornfield."
"Have a little bit of faith Ron."
"I have none."
"Ron I am…" Hermione begins but was immediately cut off by Ron who looks mad again, "don't you see Hermione. The only way we are going to find George is by looking and not hoping that a magical map will find him for us."
"Ron we are still going to do that but in the meantime why cant we try?" Hermione asked again and Ron groaned as anger spiked though him, this conversation just keeps going in circles.
"I want to be with Harry and Fred right now. I feel useless here." Ron admitted and not shamefully. He honestly feels like he is wasting valuable time, time that they may not have.
"You are not useless Ron."
"Yeah."
"Let's just read the books." Hermione whispered.
"Why don't we just go and find Harry and Fred and tell them we change our minds?"
"Because I haven't changed my mind. I am doing this Ron, if you want to find Harry and Fred then leave. Go ahead and leave, but I am staying here." Hermione nearly screamed getting a shh from the librarian. When Ron refused to leave she just picks up a book and begins to read though the tables of contents hearing Ron sigh and another book opening. And while she reads she couldn't help the frustrated tears from falling.
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"Hey you there have you seen this person?" Harry yelled out showing a picture of George to an old man.
"I'm sorry mister; I haven't seen anyone like that." The old man replies without emotions, almost like George isn't important, or that he doesn't even matter which sent a frown to Fred's face.
"Thank you sir for at least looking." Harry says smiling as he shook the old man's hand which changed the old mans face from indifference to sadness as he looked once more at the picture.
"If I see anyone like this would you want me to call…"
"The police. Even if all you see is a glimpse of him please call the police." Harry says as the old man nods his head before walking off.
"He acted like we were trying to find a dog." Fred said with disgust.
"At least he looked. Most of the time they walk pass without even glimpsing at the picture. Others just look at the picture for a second before shaking their heads and walking away. Sometimes we have to beg people to look just to hear them say 'sorry,' or my favorite, 'I hope you find him,' and after three hours of this you feel yourself going mad. Sometimes I can't help but think that people only care if it interferes with their own lives."
"Well there is nothing like asking strangers for help, they never do. They think that their lives are the only ones that matter. There was a study done once were an old woman fake broke her hip. She was screaming all day for help and out of one hundred people that walked passed her only five people helped. Doesn't that suck?" Fred nearly joked at the end but didn't want Harry thinking he was a jackass so instead he just smiled lightly and continued walking finding a couple walking.
"Excuse me but have you seen…"
"We don't have time to look." The old man said rudely as he started to walk past him.
"Please it will only take a second of your time." Fred said holding the picture out. The old woman seems to want to look, to help, but the old guy pushed the picture away.
"Didn't I tell you we don't want to look at that?"
"Please, this can save a life." He begged and the old woman stopped walking.
"Honey come on." The old woman tries but her husband shakes his head.
"No, now come on." The old man said before dragging his wife along. The old woman frowns and whispers an apology to the lost looking boy.
"Damn it." Fred nearly screamed throwing the picture into the snow covered floor and watched as snow dropped on the picture, instantly curling the picture up, so all Fred can see is George's eyes which seems to be teasing him. He swears that in the picture his eyes are glowing, begging him for help, telling him to hurry up. He can feel the eyes glaring at him, blaming him, asking him why he would do this to him. Fred didn't have an answer for the picture, he couldn't even think of one.
He could hear Harry stopping somebody and asking them and Fred stopped and listened as someone runs into him sending both of them to the ground. Fred was about to yell at the person but found instead a pretty girl and he immediately shuts his mouth.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry, I didn't see you there." The young woman said, a blush rising to her pale face. He smiles at her as he helped her back to her feet.
"Thank you, thank you so very much." The young woman said again brushing long brown hair out of her face.
"Its okay it happens." He says coolly as his heart beat rapidly. It wasn't that oh I'm in love heart rate either, it was the how come I don't find you attracting heart rate. She smiles warmly at him her little dress barely concealing anything as she brushed again. He looked down at her feet, four inch heels, exotic, and then he noticed George's picture again. He picks it up carefully flopping the snow off the picture as he held the picture out to the pretty girl.
"Have you seen this person?" He asked ashamed as he looked at her, her dress slipped a little showing her lacy see though bra.
"Yeah of course I have seen him," she noticed how happy he seemed after she said it, his eyes perked up, "afterall I am looking at him." She said cutely and watches as Fred's face drops as he lowered his head.
"This isn't me, this is my brother." He said and watches as her face turned red.
"Oh I'm sorry, I am such an idiot." The girl blushes again.
"Its okay, but have you seen him."
"No, I'm afraid I haven't. I just moved here today, you are the first person I met." She said cutely again and then she shivered.
"You should be dressed warmer if you plan to be out while it snows." Fred said and then without thinking lifted her dress up so he wouldn't be able to see her bra.
"I know but unfortunately all my clothes are stuck at my parents' house. They are going to send it in a day. I'm just out to buy a coat." She said again and he smiled.
"There is a coat store one block away, you can't miss it."
"Thank you so much and good luck finding your brother." She says as she starts off.
"Wait would you like me to come with you miss…"
"Rivers, Vanessa Rivers." Vanessa says with a smile before replying, "No I have it. You seem busy but I have to ask what your name is?"
"Fred Weasley."
"Well Fred Weasley maybe I will talk to you later." Vanessa smiles before she walks away slowly as she tries not to slip on the icy cement. Fred watched the girl walk with pity as Harry walked up to him, "she is pretty and she likes you."
"She looks hot doesn't she?" Fred lies as he watches her slip and fell to the ground again; he wondered why he holds no interest in her. A little frown growing on his face he looked down at the picture of George again, at those glowing eyes that seems even madder than before.
"Come on lets keep looking." Fred ordered. Four hours later they are walking home feeling once again dishearted and cold.
"Fred, hey Fred." Fred turned around to see Vanessa standing there; she took off her dress and instead now has a long shirt, sweats, boots, and a coat.
"Hi Vanessa." Fred said a little shocked to see her again.
"I actually feel warm." She whines with a smile.
"I can see that."
"I was wondering, I know how hard it must be to have your brother is missing and everything and I was wondering if tomorrow you will like to get something to eat, you know just to talk?"
"You seem like a nice girl and all but I am not looking…"
"He'll love to." Harry interrupted making Fred glare at him.
"Are you sure?"
"Why just say when and where." Harry said again.
"Okay, the Hog's barn, at six."
"Okay he will see you there." Harry said with a smile, a desperate smile. He knows that Fred isn't in the right mood to go out on dates but Harry feels like he has to set Fred up. He has his reason; if George is dead Fred is going to need something to distract him. Also he knows that Fred is beating himself up for George's kidnapping and needs some type of distraction and what is a better distraction then a hot woman.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" Fred hisses as Vanessa walked away but Harry didn't respond as he runs back to Hermione's house with Fred on his heels still cursing at him.
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George couldn't look at his arm anymore; the mere fact that his hand is gone is enough to make him nauseous again. The sound of blood still dropping to the ground below his arm was enough to make him cringe. He wanted to be free, he wanted to pass out, he wanted to die. He thinks he is dying. He doesn't want to die here, in this torture chamber; he told himself before that there is no way he can die here. Yet he can feel himself going, feel the warmth oozing out of him like the greenish, ill smelling pus is oozing out of his incomplete arm. He can feel the pus mixing in with blood turning the pus a sickly brown as it tickles his feet. The smell makes him feel dizzy and he wonders why he can't feel his tongue. He looks down at his feet but immediately looked back up again. He couldn't stand looking beneath him where a puddle of blood and pus is forming and he is a little scared about the amount of blood he is losing. His eyes can't seem to stay in focus, one moment everything is as it should be; the next everything looks blurry, upside down or he can barely make anything out. That worried him too now as he thinks about it. And the pool of blood below him is becoming blurry again so he can't even tell what it was anymore.
Shaking his head a little he got his vision back in focus as he tries to tell himself that everything is going to be okay. In order to do this he knows he has to district himself from the dripping blood and the way the numbness is slowly taking place of the pain. He remembers getting in trouble once with his mom when he was only ten and as punishment she made him write down every word in the dictionary. He decides to think about every word that applies to him right now.
'Achy, acold, agonal…dag, disillusional, defective, defiant, deformed…' He frowns before giving up and leans back against the wall again as he moved his tongue around trying to feel it. When he can't he sticks his tongue out and stares down at it. It is really swollen and it is starting to look black, frost bite? He shakes again as he starts to cry as he tries to move his good arm to his tongue as he attempts to warm the tongue but the handcuffs wont move. 'hopeless, pathetic, timid.' He looks down at his hand looking at the missing fingers he frowns when the tips too was looking oddly black, gangrene. 'stupid, idiotic, nervous.' He groans as he closes his eyes and scoots further back against the wall then opens it again with the fire between his legs. 'Deserving, give up, give in, death is near.'
He looks back at his severed arm again and nearly smiled as he watches another drop fell to the ground and he started to bitterly laugh. He is going to die here. He survived the war, he survived e-coli poisoning, and yet he is going to die here. He tries to move his arm again with the same success rate of a wolf trying to take down a deer with two broken feet. He smiles as he counted the drops of blood laughing again when he gets to one hundred. It was all he had left to do, laugh and name words; it is all he still remembers. Who is he, why is he here, who did this? He didn't have the answer all he could do is laugh. 'Tired, bored, edgy, sick, dying, weak, scared, shaky, dying, self-pity, hurt, restless, dying….' And he is still laughing over and over again, going hysterical with it but he is passed the point of caring anymore.
He is still laughing when Lee walks into the room. He didn't notice Lee. He didn't notice when Lee dropped the axe, didn't notice when Lee walked over, didn't notice when Lee kneeled down beside him. He didn't notice Lee until Lee put a sturdy hand on his face making him jump a little. George turned and smiled at Lee relief showed in his eyes. 'Here is someone, he will save me right? He will find a way to get me out of here. He wont let me die, he cant right?"
"You came to save me?" He said as he laughed again, grabbing onto Lee's shirt and dragging him close begging in Lee's ear, "Please sir help me, you got to help me. I don't know how long I have left."
"George, I told you…"
"Is that my name? Who are you? Why am I here, do I live here?" George asked again, his eyes dull and already lifeless, his face flushed with a high fever, his hair greasy and dull as I lay flat against his head.
"Where are you George?" Lee asked with little care, his eyes looking at the axe he dropped. How sad he won't have time to use the axe again. What a shame.
"I don't know, I have no idea. Where am I?"
"Who kidnapped you?"
"I don't know. I don't remember anything. But my arm is still dripping blood, look at it go, drip, drip, drip." George said again looking at his severed arm with interest before laughing again.
"How old are you George?" Lee asked, his voice cracking slightly as he ignored the laughter.
"I don't know." George said and Lee looked away, tears lining his face before shaking it away. He will not cry, he knew from the very beginnings that this was how it is going to end right? He didn't have any plans to let George live so why does he feel so awful now? Lee stands up pushing George's hand away from his shirt with no problem before walking out of the room hearing George screaming, "Please, save me. God don't leave me here. I want to live, please, don't let me die here." Lee just turns the light off in reply leaving George to cry again, crying himself to sleep.
He wakes soon or maybe not so soon as cant seem to keep track of time anymore. He shakes his head as he looks at his arm, still without a hand and he feels weak, increasable weaker. He also feels cold, almost too cold. He can feel himself shivering again, can feel the fever increasing in temperature with every minute. He shakes his head and clears his mind, feeling strength oozing out of him. He wants to go back to sleep, yes he needs to sleep. He almost closed his eyes but the door opens again and Lee walks in holding a book with him. He kneels beside George and opens the book so George can look if he wanted. George purposely chooses not to look.
"This is a book that I found about the hoodoo religion. You know what that is right?" Lee asked almost gently but George didn't make any movement to indicate he heard.
"In the book there is a ritual that is used when someone you love is dying." Lee replies stroking George's hair as George shakes from the coldness and even though his ear isn't working right anymore, even though he hears a sharp ringing sound he can still hear Lee's words.
"I'm asking if you want me to finish it, stop the torture: stop the abuse, stop the pain?" Lee asked sadly waiting for George to answer without expecting one, after all George is already dying; at the most he probably has only three days at best. So why would he want Lee to end it for him? Lee thought at first of just leaving George alone but then he decides why not torture him one last time, and with the most horrible torture yet. George tries to move away from Lee but since he is still handcuffed he just falls and just hangs from the wall by the handcuff, his injured arm dragging across the floor making him whimper. George isn't a fool, he knows he is afraid, he didn't want to die, or does he? He didn't know what he wants anymore.
"Just say the word George; just say the word and I will start the process."
"Nooo." George manages to say even though it was difficult; all the strength left him days ago. Lee smiles looking at George in the eyes, which seemed clearer, more focused than earlier which means that George probably remembers who he is.
"George who kidnapped you?"
"You." George replied with trouble. Lee just smiles again feeling relief that at least George remembers who is in power.
"Say the word George."
"No!"
"Come on, how much longer do you think you can stay here? You know no one is going to find you; it will just be easier on you if you just end it. Come on don't make yourself suffer more."
George makes another pathetic noise as he looks around trying to find something that can help him but found nothing but blood, pus, and urine. The smell made him even dizzier, make him even sicker. And he tries to crawl again, crawl away from Lee. He forgot the fact that he couldn't crawl, couldn't do anything but move his handless arm and imagine himself crawling.
"Say the word George!" Lee ordered slamming George against the wall which somehow didn't hurt to George, actually now that he thinks of it he doesn't feel much anymore.
"Fuck you." George screams out and then instantly regrets it as he used all of his energy up, his eyes feel really heavy and are watery from being kept open but he is afraid to close his eyes, afraid that if he closed his eyes he will never open them again.
"Is this how it is going to be, you fighting until the end?" Lee asked his voice low and husky.
"I can't die…ne…need to …Fred again." George said again a little to softy for anyone else to hear but Lee heard it perfectly
"Oh yes, your love, how can I forget? How would you like it if I do the same thing to him?"
"No!" George found himself saying again.
"You know he doesn't like you, he likes a pretty girl. They are even going on a date tomorrow."
"So what?" George shots out like he believes it. In reality he felt like someone is stabbing him in the gut but then again he never expected that Fred would love him.
"I would make the sacrifice for you. I would kill him and save your life. Think about it, I will let you go, will let you go to St. Mugals where they can heal your wounds, make you another hand. And all you have to do is give me permission to kill your brother." Lee asked with a gleam of happiness.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Brother…never…hurt…him?" George said dizzily watching as everything is spinning around, the figure in front of him going around in cycles.
"You don't have to stick up for him anymore."
"Leave…brother…alone."
"Why, why should I? He stole something from me, something that is rightfully mine." Lee said again with anger as he looked down at George. George groans in fear, he feels like he is a midget trying to fight against a giant, he cant do it. He can't fight Lee anymore. Still there is no way he is giving Fred to this freak.
"He no…stole…thing." George replied making Lee smile even more.
"Oh trust me he has. Because of that I am going to make him pay."
"No please." George replied with difficulty as if saying those two words took all the air out of George.
"Then let me hear it."
"I…die." George admits turning his head away from Lee as he shivered. He feels disgusting, he feel awful. He just signed his own deathticket, and the fact of dying seems overwhelming to him. Questions begin to run over his mind: is there a god, is there an afterlife, will anyone ever find my body?
"I can't understand you." Lee said with excitement.
"I w…wa…want t…to…die." George whispered.
His mind is so overwhelmed that he didn't see Lee looking though the book, stopping at a page before grabbing a needle and thread. Lee smiled as he watched George's face, going from horror to grief to acceptance. He waited patiently as he puts the thread though the tiny hole in the needle before looking back at the book.
"It…hurt?" George asked his voice small and tiny.
"Yeah." Lee responds while smiling watching as George face turned to fear.
"Quick?"
"It should only take a day, maybe two days tops."
"no…not qui…quick."
"Then I will kill your brother it is your choice."
George looked at the needle and thread in Lee's hand as his mind went over the information. It is either Fred or him. He knows he has to let himself die; in order to let his brother live, but it doesn't seem fair. Neither should die, He feels tears running down his face again but he couldn't care less, it is the only comfort he has left.
"I'm waiting for your decision." Lee says huskily. George looked past Lee
to the page he was looking at and threw up in disgust, feeling the hot vomit add to the blood and the pus. 'No way in hell,' he stared at Lee with large eyes as he pales, shaking his head pitifully. Lee just takes out a photo and flips the photo over so George can see; it is a picture of a house, Hermione's house. "Your loving brother is staying with Ron and Hermione. If you chose to live I will just have to kill all three of them. So what is your decision, them or you?"
George lowers his head so Lee can't see him crying as he whispers, "me."
"Good boy George." Lee says as he walks over to the shaking boy and gives him a pat on his head, "I have good and bad news for you. The good news is that once I start your wonderful death process I can't touch you so that means you will not have to worry about me trying to fuck you. The bad news is that the process hasn't started yet."
Done, I know this chapter is long and I am sorry. Next chapter is even longer, so long tha I decided to cut it into threeparts. So the next three installments of this story is all one chapter just so everyone will know. Review please.