Note: PLEASE READ THIS- I'm sure there will be some who finds this chapter confusing because I made it to be that way. I say that so in case people want to write me about how confusing this chapter was than my answer is here already. I had four drafts for this chapter and passed them around to my classmates to read and see which one I should put down. They chose this one, so please enjoy.
This chapter has some slight time switches. It will be the present then it will switch to the past (GOF time). The past time will be underlined. If it is confusing tell me, if it works tell me, if it doesn't please tell me.
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): This chapter may have some disturbing content, very little, and mostly in talk. There was supposed to be more but I cut a scene out. So it may not be disturbing at all, it depends what your idea of disturbing is (:
For anyone who ventured into the emergency waiting room of St. Mugals they will be slammed over the head with sorrow. In the corner of the waiting room is a woman, probably in the early thirties, crying into a baby blanket as she rocked and cried. There is an older man who is talking to himself whispering over and over again, "why, why?" Someone else is crying hysterically, her hair full of blood and mud, as she tried to decide if she should see a doctor or not. Another witch was lying down on three chairs, no one knows if she was conscious or not, and for many that is worrisome. A young wizard probably no older than twenty-five was holding a bloody rag over his hand; he was showing off to his girlfriend when he jinxed his fingers off. There were families, huddled together and crying over a sick or dying relative, and loners who hid their faces from everyone as they shake with grief. Yes the emergency room was alive with the sounds of tears and frustration, but for some the emergency room was as silent as a cemetery.
There was a boy no older than five sitting quietly on a chair, his face one of horror and disgust who seemed to block out the cries of the room as if he was alone in this room. There was a young lady standing in the back of the room, her clothes torn, her makeup running, who was too overrun with grief to hear anything over her cries, she even missed the doctors calling her name. And then there is Fred, sitting at the edge of a chair, his face emotionless as he looked down at the ground below him. He barely looked up when someone else rushed though the emergency door holding a child and screaming for someone to help. He had been sitting at this chair for five hours, by himself; everyone else was still getting checked over by the doctors. Fred knew he should call the rest of the family, at least call mom, but he can't seem to move. In fact he doesn't know if he had the energy to move anymore. The first hour he came here he cried, the second hour he screamed at any doctor or nurse about how everyone is doing, the third he slept, the fourth he threw a chair across the room in anger. Now his body is on autopilot and all he seemed to want to do is sit down and block out every negative thought that threatened his fatigued mind.
He couldn't take the looks that people were giving him, the unasked questions are testing his nerves, and he doesn't think he can control his anger any longer. He wanted to see his friends again; wanted to see Ron, George, and his father but the goddamn medical staff won't let him see them. Five hours is a long time to check everyone over. What if something went wrong? What if the bites are more serious than he thought? What if they all bled out? He twisted in his chair as he thought about everything bad that could have happened.
For four more hours he sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair that made his back ache and his legs cramp. He was really scared, nine hours and no sign of anyone, why was it taking so long? He was about to get up and ask a doctor about everyone until his eyes found a familiar person walking over to him. Fred smiled in relief at his father who had some bandages on his face and a bandage on his arm. Arthur smiled back as he took a seat in the chair next to Fred.
"There kept me waiting in the stupid room for four hours before the doctor came." Arthur replied with infuriation.
"I hate hospitals." Fred replied looking back at the ground, he knew he should have said something else, but his mind suddenly became vacant with thoughts.
"Have you heard of any information on everybody else?" Arthur asked looking at his son's fatigued face.
"No, I keep asking but they just ignore me." Fred retorted angrily. Arthur sighed tapping his son on the back.
"Did you call your mother?" Arthur asked after a lengthy minute and Fred looked up at Arthur once again.
"No sorry."
"Its okay, but I think I am going to call her and let her know everything."
"Dad," Fred started keeping his eyes away from his dad, "you are not mad right?" Arthur sighed again as he leaned over and hugged his son, "child I can never be mad at you. Now stay right here okay, I'm going to call your mom." Arthur replied before standing up and walking away leaving Fred by himself again. Five minutes later his father came back and grinned at Fred.
"You look tired, try and get some sleep." Arthur ordered Fred who was yawning
"I'm not tired…"
"Get some sleep; I will wake you up if anything happens." Arthur promised and tried to sound cherry even though it came out raw and sorrowful.
"Fred, wake up. Come on loser get your ass up." George said with a smile resting his head on his twin's. Fred just groaned and turned over.
"Fred, wake up, please we are going to be late for class." George murmured again.
"Fuck class." Fred replied grumpily as he tried to roll over and get more sleep, pulling his blanket over his head so he can block out the sun.
"Fred, please you know what will happen if we are late again for Snape's class, he will have our heads." George said throwing clothes on.
"George I don't care, Snape will have our heads anyways, you know he hates us."
"Fine than I guess I can tell Alicia to find another lab partners, maybe tell her to choose Cedric and Lee."
"Fine I'm up. Geez when did you become mother?" Fred snaps at his brother missing his hurt look as he pulls on his robes.
"Fred, don't forget to clean your ears." George replied mocking their mother. Fred laughed as he screamed "never" and ran though the Gryffindor tower with George on his heels still yelling to clean out his ears.
"Fred, wake up, your mother and sister are here." Arthur said shaking his son awake. Fred blinked for a minute before turning to his sister and his mother standing beside his father. Molly instantly went to hug Fred as so did Ginny as they both lectured and consoled him. Fred found himself tearing up again, and shakily wipes the tears away with his bloody sleeve before hugging the girl Weasleys again.
"Are you okay dear? You don't look so good; did the doctors check you over? Are you hungry? Arthur go down to the cafeteria and bring Fred back some food and a drink too. God Fred, I thought I lost you, don't ever do something that stupid again. Ginny can you believe him?" Molly said continuing to rant far into the night as both Ginny and Fred tuned her out.
"You okay, right? I mean nothing bit you or anything?" Ginny asked softy getting close to his brother so he can hear her over her mother's nag.
"No, I'm fine. Honestly the Inferi didn't even try to attack me." Fred replied glad that his sister is not mad at him for dragging Harry into it.
"How are Harry, Hermione, and Ron?" Ginny asked again and she can't decide if she wants to know the answer to it.
"They are still being checked over. Ron and Harry are scratched pretty badly and both have been bitten. Ron has been bitten on the chest, Harry his arm. Don't worry Ginny they are going to be fine."
"What were you thinking going inside am abandoned factory out in the middle of nowhere. What went on in your heads?" Molly suddenly yelled making both Fred and Ginny turn red with embarrassment when everyone in the emergency waiting room turned to look at them.
"We had to go we had no other alternatives." Fred answered, hurt evident in his voice. Why are they mad? I got George. They should be happy!
"You lost your mind didn't you? You can't deal with George's disappearance so you decide to stay the night in some factory. Why would you do something like that?" Molly screamed again not caring that a nurse was glaring at her for making such a scene.
"No, we went into the factory to get George."
"What?" Both Molly and Ginny said as once.
"Why else would we go to a factory in the middle of nowhere? We found George in the factory, didn't dad tell you that?" He asked looking between the two ladies who looked back at him in shock. Oh he didn't tell them.
"You found George?" Molly asked feeling dizzy. She would have fainted if Ginny didn't push her into a chair.
"George is here?" Ginny asked looking both alarmed and relieved at once.
"Yeah, I haven't gotten any information on him though." Fred uttered sadly as he thought about how many times he asked a nurse only for them to tell them nothing. Goddamn nurses and Goddamn doctors, never seem to want to talk to the family members of their patient. They better pray that he is still alive.
"Oh my god." Molly said with relief. and horror. She had no idea. Why didnt Arthur tell me? She thought, she felt overwhelmed with the knowledge.
"Oh my god, will we ever catch a break?" George screamed at Fred as they were once again caught sneaking around after the curfew by Filch.
"Come on it is only scrubbing the floor. It isn't the worst thing he made us do." Fred said as he dipped the sponge back in the soapy bucket.
"Yeah remember when he made us trap those enchanted toads?" George said with a smile as he too dipped his sponge in the water.
"How about when he made us deal with the speaking toilet?" Fred replied and shivered, that talking toilet was insane. It took them three hours to turn it back into a normal toilet. By the time they were done they were soaked with water and were so shocked that Fred swore he didn't want to use a toilet for weeks. It was still totally worth it though, hearing that toilet yelling at Filch.
"How about when he made us fight those dinosaur bones that were brought back to life?" George asked with a laugh. That was the funniest trick they ever did, nothing like bringing a dinosaur back to life to spice Hogwarts up.
"Come to think about it my dear brother all of those things where our doings." Fred replied stopping his scrubbing to think about all the punishments they were forced to do, "yep, all our doing." Fred replied dipping his sponge back in the soapy water. Instead of going back to scrubbing the floor though he squeezed the sponge over George's head, instantly soaking George. He fall into laughter as George threw his own sponge at Fred hitting him in the face.
"You know you are absolutely correct. What should we do next?" George asked with a devilish smile. Fred smiled throwing the sponge back at George who threw it straight back.
"What should we do next Fred? Should we try and find a doctor who knows how George is going or should we just wait?"
"If any doctors will talk to you than I think the doctor is the best option." Fred replied leaning back in his chair.
"He's right Ginny. I'm going to try and find a doctor, both of you just sit down and wait for me to return." Molly ordered before slipping though the crowd. Ginny gently squeezed Fred's hand before sitting on an empty seat silently and for that Fred is grateful. Silence is sometimes better.
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Lee doesn't know what to do. He circled Louis's neighborhood for a long time just looking at the scenery, the beautiful old houses, all pretty and lovely. He feels envy for everyone who lives here; he never lived in such a pretty neighborhood, he bet that all of these people have perfect lives. Perfect lives for undeserving people. Up ahead some kids are running down the steps to their perfect mowed yard, a ball in hand, as they laugh with peer happiness. Lee wanted nothing more than to hurt them, cut their little heads off just so the neighborhood will be reminded of how cruel humans can be. He doesn't of course, not because he doesn't want to punish kids, but because he has more important matters to attend to.
They escaped the factory; someone tipped the old Weasley off. His perfect plan is ruined. Now he had to make up a new plan, a plan that will punish every Weasley, every Granger, every Potter, he will make everyone who helped George escape suffer greatly. If they believe that everything is over they are gravely mistaken. He is going to finish what he started, he will kill George Weasley, and anyone who stands in his way will die as well. He had to Kill George, there was no other alternative. His obsession won't end until he is dead and buried.
He smiled at the kids, waving a little, before continuing to walk. He couldn't stop smiling as he looked at the trees so green, so fresh, just like George. George has always been amazing to him, someone who is superior to him, someone who makes the day brighten. From the first day he met George he has been so wonderful, so pure, so innocent.
Flashback
He is on the train getting ready to go to Hogwarts somewhere where he cant wait to go but looking around at the plentiful amount of kids he became scared. He wanted everyone to like him; he wanted everyone to know he is worthy, that he is more than a punching bag. But now he is chicken, not wanting to say something wrong and be hated by everyone he hunted for an empty room. When he found one he thanks god as he quickly took a seat near the window. He is relieved in the empty department until the door opens. Inside walked the twins, holding hands as they shook with tiny fright, and looking at Lee with uncertainty.
Being the braver of the two one of them speaks, "Hi do you mind if we join you?"
"Umm…" Lee responded unable to answer but judging by their faces they are nice people, "sure."
"Thanks, all the rest are filled up and our big brother didn't want us sitting with him." The brave one said again smiling in relief as he motioned his brother to the bench opposite of Lee's.
"Hi I'm Lee." Lee replied blushing after an awkward minute of silence.
"Oh sorry where are our manners. He is George." The brave one said again pointing to George who is still looking nervous.
"He is Fred." George replied shyly. Lee already guessed that he is shyer than his brother before he even spoke.
"Together we are Fred and George." They finish together as if they practiced the introduction.
"So you two are twins, how does it feel to be twins?"
"It feels like a really close sibling," George answered smiling warmly at Lee.
"What house do you think you will be in?" Lee asks again making both twins smile.
"Gryffindor, it's the only house Weasleys have ever been in." Fred said with a roll of his eyes.
"How about you Lee?"
"I want to be in the house too."
"You better be in Gryffindor I like you." George said shyly before looking out the window.
End Flashback
It was at that point than Lee started to take special interest in George; of course back then his interest had nothing to do about sex. He just considered back then that he liked George more than Fred. It is funny how fast he fell for the boy.
It wasn't like Lee dint try to stop himself from falling with his friend. It wasn't like he didn't yell at himself for being so stupid. It isn't like he didn't go out on dates trying to stop the obsession from growing. He tried so hard to stop it from happening but in the end no one but George would satisfy him.
George didn't help matters at all. During Hogwarts George seemed to always be showering every time Lee would take one, practically showing himself off to Lee. At dinner, every time he sat by George, a hand seemed to slip down between his legs and give a squeeze. It was because of George that Lee couldn't masturbate. Somehow George always stayed up longer than Fred, longer than himself, but somehow was always the first one up. The flirting really pissed him off; George constantly flirted with him, no not just him, but everybody and anybody. Of course if you would tell him that he was flirting he would deny it saying that he doesn't know how to flirt. Natural flirter!
After Hogwarts was worse. George would talk to him on the phone for hours complaining about how his body wants to have sex. Lee would tell him just to have sex but George always replied, "I cant I am not ready for sex." George was one of those strange people who considered sex something dirty, that only married people should have it, but apparently he never had problems talking about it. Lee would then tell him to masturbate but once again he refused to do it. SO he would just talk about his need of sex to Lee which usually caused Lee to get really hard really fast. Eventually he started to make a game out of the phone calls, how quiet and fast can be masturbate without George finding out? It was Lee's favorite pastime.
After Fred went away George started to hang out with Lee more giving Lee plenty of opportunities to drug his drinks, slam his pretty face into the floor, and rape him until he bleeds to death. He always stops himself before he did any harm to George though. One time though he couldn't control himself, he couldn't stop the voices in his head any longer.
George was once again crying his eyes out over his missing brother saying how lonely he was and that he doesn't have anyone now. Lee growled to himself as he listened to George's pain filled words. What does he mean he has no one? He has me goddamn it. He can't remember what exactly set him off but he found himself behinds George's chair, a metal wire in his hand, his hands holding onto it so tightly that his hands bled. Why didn't he just kill him then and stop his obsession. He almost did it, he almost choked George but then George said something that made him stop. "I hate him Lee. I hate my brother for doing this to me. You would never hurt me right?" Lee realized he couldn't kill him.
Now…he could kill George with no problem. He could snap his pretty little neck without an inch of remorse. After all he had four months with George, four sensual months that served Lee's needs. He had his fucks, he had his torture, he will have his murder. He looked into a house window seeing some kids watching porn, he couldn't help but smile at the sight. Maybe George surviving isn't as bad as he first thought, maybe that means he can fuck George at least one more time before he kills him.
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In another two hours Harry and Ron is released from the emergency room each with their own bandages and a tired smile on their faces when they see Molly and Ginny. Harry ran immediately over to Ginny and hugged her deeply before kissing her, feeling better now that he has her by his side. Ginny kisses Harry quickly whispering that she loves him and is he hurt. Ron watches them with painful eyes.
"Where is Hermione?" Ginny asked after making sure that Harry sat down on the free chair. Ron, Harry, and Fred all stared at each other with sad eyes before Ron turned to his sister.
"The only information that I got on her is that she is in surgery." Ron replied pitifully looking down at the tile floor below him not wanting to look at anyone, he didn't want to see the pity on their faces.
"At least they told you that, I asked where George is and all the doctors did was glare at me and walk away." Fred replies moodily.
"I'm sorry." Ron replied half-heartily. This was too much for Ron, two important people in his life are badly hurt, two lives which could end at any time.
"I'm sorry what did you say again?" George asked eating a chocolate toad, getting chocolate all over his young face.
"I said that you are so childish. I mean we are seventeen and you haven't been on any dates."
"Maybe I just don't want to." George replied laying his head upon Fred's shoulder.
"Why not? If you are worried that no girl likes you let me tell you something girls love you. Have you seen the way Angelina has been eyeing you lately? Hell I have even caught Hermione staring at you lovingly."
"So what is your point?" George asked with annoyance as he looks at his brother in his eyes.
"Why don't you ask Angelina out or even Hermione?"
"Hermione? Hell no. No offense to Hermione but she isn't my type."
"Why not?"
"She is such a bookworm and she is annoying as hell and Ron likes her." George replied looking at his brother with tired eyes.
"Okay than Angelina?"
"No, she is just a friend to me."
"You have to like someone." Fred replied looking into his brother's eyes noticing the hurt expression that crossed in his brother's eyes.
"Maybe I do maybe I don't." George replied after a minute looking down at his hands.
"Come on you can tell me, who you love?"
"I can't tell you." George replied sadly before resting his head against his brother's shoulders again and brushing his fingers though Fred's hair.
"I can't tell you how awful I feel like now, I feel so useless." Harry responded looking down at his feet.
"I wish we can get any news on them, I feel like I am ready to break down." Ron replied looking strangely empty as he leaned against the wall as if that is the only thing holding him up.
"I'm sorry, I feel like this is my entire fault." Fred said looking down at his feet, the pain was there. The pain of realizing that everything happened because of him, that if it wasn't for him everything would have been fine, George would have been fine. It was his entire fault, everything is always his fault.
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Lee looked up and smiled, his walking led him exactly where he wanted to go, the Burrow. Smiling he walks up to the front door watching for any sign of life, there is none to be seen. Taking out his wand he unlocked the front door and steps inside. So this is where George lived, what a crowded little cottage, the furniture is tacky too. Yuck.. Shaking with excitement he walks though the cozy little living room imagining George sitting down on the couch with his family, talking, laughing, and living. He walked up to the couch and caresses the couch, imagining that it was George that he was touching.
Leaving the couch alone he walked into the kitchen looking at the cozy little room. The table is the largest thing in the room, and he can imagine where George would have sat, and pulled out the chair and sat down. How many years had George sat on this chair waiting for food so he can fill that little tummy he has? He wanted to lick the chair just so he can taste George again but knowing that George moved out years ago he doubts any bit of George had disappeared from the seat a long time ago.
Climbing the stairway to the second floor gave Lee even more of excitement. He walked past the bathroom, no doubt he wanted to go in there, but he wanted to see something else more. Opening a door he leans inside seeing an empty room. Shutting the door he walked to another an opens it finding another empty room. Frowning to himself he shut that door and leaned against it. He knew that Molly and Arthur took all of George's things out of the apartment, he knew that because he saw them doing so. Where did they put all of his things?
Opening one last door he turned on the lights and smiled. It was clearly all of George's things. Smiling to himself he walked inside looking at the two beds in the room, the closet full of clothes, the dresser full. The phone that Hermione forced everyone to get is on the closet, all plugged in. The television is on the dresser too, its black frame glued on Lee as he walked around, touching anything and everything in sight.
He doesn't know what he was looking for, didn't know why he wanted to come here today, but now that he is there he might as well make the best out of it. Looking at a CD player in the corner he turned the power on wanting to know what was the last CD that George listened to.
He laughed when he heard the song, his little innocent George, listening to such a perverted song. He smiled again, how perfect, how wonderful. He started singing to the music, American music, how classic.
"I love myself I want you to love me
When I feel down I want you above me
I search myself I want you to find me
I forget myself I want you to remind me"
He kept singing as he looked though the closet and started looking though the clothes not finding anything interesting he goes though the dresser smiling when he finds George's boxers. Grabbing one he jumps on one of the beds and puts the boxers over his head smiling the fabric softener. He wished they didn't wash his clothes, he would have loved to smell George's natural scent but fabric softener wasn't bad to sniff either. He pushed the boxers more to his face and stiffs it like it was a drug. Then again George was a drug to Lee, a toxic drug that is threatening to destroy Lee. Sniffing the boxers one last time he stuffed the boxers into his pants as he noticed a picture book on a table.
Opening the picture book he smiled looking at George's childhood pictures. He was always a beautiful person, even as a baby. Lee traced George's baby picture before taking out a knife.
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"Shit, I forgot to call Hermione's family. I have to call them." Ron replied looking at his watch. Fred sighed as he watched his brother disappear to the phones before turning back to Ginny and Harry. No one talked, no one wanted to say anything, so in the end they just ended up curling up in their chairs and slept.
It was three hours later when Ron woke them up, the tear marks down his face made each of them cringe as Ron whispered, "the doctors want to talk to us." They looked at Ron for a minute before standing up noticing how Molly and Arthur were also crying.
"What happened? Did George die?" Fred immediately asked feeling sick to his stomach with the thought of his twin dying.
"No dear." Molly said without any inch of emotion.
"Than what is wrong?" Harry asked softy noticing the way Ron lowered his head.
"It's Hermione." Ron replied sadly. Harry felt his stomach drop as he began to get nauseas. Seeing how pale Harry became Ginny lowered Harry back down in the chair.
"What's wrong with her?"
"The doctor came fifteen minutes ago when you guys where asleep. I was going to wake you but you guys looked so tired that I decided just to let you sleep. The doctor said that they did all they could but…"Ron said as calmly as he could master but his voice was so shaky that no one understand what he was trying to say.
"What?"
"She is going to die. The doctor said that she is completely brain-dead. I wanted to keep her alive but because I am not her husband the choice was left up to her parents. They chose to let her die."
"Oh my god." Fred said feeling sick, this is his fault, he should have just gone by himself. Why did he let Harry, Ron, or Hermione to come?
"The worst thing is that the doctors are going to pull the plug in thirty minutes so I thought that I should wake you guys up so you can say goodbye and everything." Ron said struggling out to cry. No one knew what to say to Ron, no one knows how it felt to lose a lover. All Harry could do was put a comforting hand on Ron's back. All Ginny could do was hug Harry while they walk. What did Fred do? He just walked two feet behind them struggling with himself to believe that he didn't cause her death.
It was quite a walk to Hermione's room, and that only caused more grief for the gloomy group, they felt like they were walking away from humanity. The more away from the waiting room they got the more Ron started tearing up again but he just blinked them away as he led the group. Ron was strong therefore he can't cry, crying is a sign of weakness, and he didn't want to be seen as weak to his brother and best friend.
Ron counted the room numbers, Hermione's room is in 256 and they were walking past room 230. He didn't want to go back to that room, he didn't want to go back because then he would have to face reality. He would have to face the fact that Hermione, the love of his life, is going to die and there was nothing he could do that could stop it. She will die and then he will be forever lonely and depressed. The mere thought of falling for someone else disgusted him, Hermione and him were supposed to be, that was how it always was and that is how it will stay. Even if that means living his life alone he will honor the love he had or has for Hermione. She will always be his and he will always be hers.
When he got to the door he stopped for a minute so he could pull himself together before opening the door. In the white sterile room, on a snowy bed, was Hermione. A silent princess chained in her tomb. Ron walked over to Hermione and kissed her on her cheek whispering something in her ear as he brushed some of her fuzzy brown hair out of her white face.
"Hey Harry, Ginny, and Fred are here to visit you. They really love you Hermione, remember that dear, we all love you so much." Ron said again leaning down and taking her mouth in a bruising kiss, the fact that she doesn't respond killed him. With one last squeeze to her hand he got off the bed, wiping the tears out of his face.
"Please make her know how loved she is." Ron replied heading for the door.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked standing up.
"I going to try and make her parents change their minds. Don't worry I will be back soon." Ron whispered before leaving the room, leaving Fred and Harry who had no idea what to say or do.
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Kelly walked in the meadow; it was beautiful, with roses so healthy, that the petals were a royal red. The daises were arranged just brilliantly. The tall grass was tall enough to be eleven feet and thick enough to hurt as she walked past them. Everything in the meadow just sparked beauty, and so was she. Her hair was down and curly, her make-up flawless. She looked younger, more youthful. And the dress she had on was like the dress she always wished for, a medieval dress with the color of rubies and gold. Yes she was a princess in this meadow, a princess who was superior to everybody else. Behind her was a beautiful fountain, the water the purest of blue. Little blue-Jays were singing, rabbits hopping around. Smiling she takes a step to the fountain when everything changes.
The animals caught on fire, the roses died, the daises rotted, the water fountain begun to get cracks in it, the water became a dirty smelly green that made her eyes melt and her nose run away. The tall grass died and withered to the ground. She wasn't in a garden anymore; she was in a graveyard of a garden. Somewhere in the distance she started to hear something, a person? No, an animal, no? What is that sound? Music, sweet music with a strong beat. Shaking for a reason unknown to her she begins to follow the music not noticing the garden repairing itself.
As she got closer she begun to notice something, a bridge, a long bridge that stretched as far as her eyes could see. The music sounds to be coming from the bridge.
'Oh, oh, I really wanted that thing,
I just want to sing,
I love you baby,
Won't you bring?
All the flowers you,
Find out in the garden'
She could see a boom box on the pillars of the bridge and on the edge of the bridge was a person sitting, head down, arms at the sides, feet hanging off. The person looked like he wasn't there, as if there was no goal to be here. It was only when the person leaned over the railing that she started to run toward the person. Grabbing onto the arm she pulled the person away from the railing and forced the person to sit down away from the railing.
'Don't tell me the truth,
That your heart as hardened,
But you don't want me anymore,
How can that be,
Look what you done to me, oh, oh'
"The music never stops you know, it just continues on and on the same verse, over and over again. I wonder if there is another verse to this song. It just keeps playing over and over but it's not a bad song, it's a good song. I love this song; song means good and not bad, bad, bad, bad." The person said rocking itself back and forwards, laughing to himself when the verse starts playing again. The person than became silent as he looked down again and stayed in that position and sighing she pulled back the dirty hair that is so dirty she couldn't know what hair color the person was. She grasped when she found out who it was.
"Please make the music stop, I can't take it anymore, make it stop, no stop this nightmare. Kill me, oh god end my misery just kill me." George begged grabbing onto her dress with force making her fall to her knees.
"What is going on here?" She asked him and he just laughed.
"He told you the fairytale didn't he? That bastard told you that fairytale?" He asked awkwardly as the song ended, he froze and than begged, "please let the song come back on, please." He relaxed when it did.
"What are you talking about?"
"That fairytale was a curse, a really bad curse, bad curse, you shouldn't have listened, should've never let him open his mouth. He got you now, he has me and now he has you." The troubled man said shivering from wind that wasnt there.
"George, what are you talking about, what curse?"
"He told me the curse on the second day, told me that I have to suffer, told me this is what I deserve. What did I do to deserve this? True I love someone who I shouldn't, a sin, but I was nice to people right? I was always kind and helpful, I wasn't bad was I? Do you think I am bad?" George asked Kelly looking down at his cut up legs.
"George what curse?"
"That night I passed out, don't remember why, just really tired. When I awoke I was here, I passed out again and I was back in…wherever he put me."
"I don't understand what you are trying to say, is this just a dream?" Kelly asked, desperate for George to say this is just a nightmare. His laugh told her more than words could.
"He told you about the crawling around like a dog thing right and told you to close your eyes, said to find out what is reality right?" He asked slowly his eyes glassy again as he stared out into the ocean.
"Yes but how…"
"You awoke somewhere and saw the dog creature it stabbed you with a pitchfork, when he yelled at you, you were in the room where he told you the story only with a wound, am I right?"
"Yeah…"
"That was the final touches to the curse, the introduction to his disturbing curse. Now you are stuck here just like me."
"No we are not."
"Your right, when we wake up we will escape this nightmare but unlike you my reality isn't much better. He always has me." George nearly whispered at the end, his eyes clouded like a trapped wounded animal.
"So his curse is just a nightmare?"
"No, not a nightmare, nightmares cant harm you. Nightmares are good, this is worse than that. This is much worse. I don't know what this is, all I know if you get hurt here, you will be hurt in reality, if you die here you also die there. It's like its interacting with reality. Then you get to a point when you forget which reality is the real reality and what nightmare is the real nightmare. You start going insane after awhile, you start getting stressed and eventually you have to kill yourself because you can't deal with it anymore but regardless how many times you try and kill yourself here he wont let you die. He won't let you. I tried, I tried a million of times, he always stops me. He will stop you too." George said before bursting out in hysterical laughter. Kelly watched him with a sad expression as she tried to understand what he was saying but she couldn't figure it out.
"You will start seeing things when you return back to your reality, see awful things that will make you want to scratch your eyes out, things that will make you wish you were dead. That is why I said sometimes I can't tell if I am awake or dead, both realities interbreed with each other and I can't make it stop. I get tortured in reality and then I get tortured here as well, it never stops, asleep or not I'm always in pain, please make it stop. Make it stop; kill me, only you can help me. I tried killing myself thousands of times and every time he stops me. He won't let me do it, but he can't stop you, he can't stop you. He can only stop someone from killing themselves." George said handing a knife to Kelly.
"Right though the heart lady, please I am begging you end my suffering before he finds out. Please?" Kelly took one look at him before throwing the knife off of the bridge.
"No, you fool, you stupid bitch." George screamed at her kicking and hitting her before standing up, "he is going to know now; he is going to find out that I tried to kill myself. I got to hide, lady you need to hide too, if he sees you…follow me I know where to hide, but hurry." George said as he stood up, Kelly frowned before standing up too. George started to run across the bridge as the song stops. George froze for a minute and looked behind them, where the garden was supposed to be is just dead earth.
"No, no, too soon, too soon." George mumbled as he started to run faster yelling back at Kelly, "he's coming, he's coming and he is going to hurt us."
"Please he is coming, he is coming. No time to wait, please I don't want to get hurt anymore. I can't get hurt again, I cant deal if I do."
"Stupid me, stupid me. How foolish I was trusting you. You just want me to get hurt more. You just want me to suffer." George screamed at Kelly.
"The bridge is rotting, look at it, look at it. Soon it will fall into the ocean, the ocean is bad, he doesn't like it when we touch his oceans." George yelled as he ran past a house next to the bridge, a house with boarded up windows and doors. They were in a city now, with boarded up houses everywhere.
"Where are we going?" Kelly asked as she struggled to keep up with him.
"To the old castle, it's the safest place to be."
"Why?"
"You will see but hurry up." They finally made it to the castle and pushed the doors open.
"Now where?" Kelly asked and George looked around wearily.
"The cellar." He replied leading the way. Of course he noticed the four masked figures standing in the shadows watching as the two ran down the stairs leading to the cellar.
The minute the kids walked inside the cellar Kelly froze there was hundreds and hundreds of mannequins, for every race, skin texture, and hair color. "Hide within the mannequins," George yelled already disappearing into the vast amount of mannequins, she shakes as she makes her way inside the group of mannequins.
"You got to act like the mannequins. Stand like them, become them. It is the only way to stay safe." George yelled as the cellar door opened.
The masked men walked down the stairs and looked around at the mannequins, they knew two were different and they knew how to spot them out. Taking out wands they whispered a spell and suddenly the mannequins started to move.
The mannequins one by one turned around and started to march away from the center and to the walls. Kelly tried to move but discovered that she couldn't. She turned and looked for George when she saw him she knew he gave up.
Kelly was yanked up by two masked men as was George as the masked men dragged them up the stairs, one kicking and fighting, the other still. They were dragged across the first floor, up the stairs, dragged across the second floor, dragged up the stairs, and finally they were dragged though the third floor where the masked men dragged them though a door. Now Kelly could see George shaking as they dropped them both on the floor and turned and left leaving the two alone. The minute they were dropped handcuffs appeared making them tied to the ground.
"Please don't leave me." George begged her as another door opened up, "please don't leave me here, don't wake up. Please I can't deal with this alone anymore." George begged, shaking like a newborn baby.
"I won't leave you alone, I promise." Kelly promised, her throat dry as she saw something black turning to look at them.
"Don't wake up; please I can't be stuck just with him anymore." George said again his words getting smaller and smaller as a dressed figure started to walk up to them.
"Fool running from me again. You will be punished for this," Lee told George taking off his mask before turning to Kelly, "hello Kelly welcome to my mind. Hope you like your stay so far."
Lee grabbed a hold of a whip.
"Please, don't leave me." George whispered to her as he closed his eyes.
The whip came down; George opened his eyes and screamed.
The whip came down again as Lee sang, " so what if you can see the darkest side of me, no one will ever change this animal that I have become, help me believe its not the real me, somebody help me tame this animal I have become."
The whip came down again and again until George can barely move a muscle. Lee walked up to Kelly and smiled at her, "ready for your beating."
"Please don't leave me." George said between sobs as he shut his eyes and frowned, "I can't wake up."
The whip came down.
Kelly woke up with a scream. Pain blinded her and she stumbled out of bed and to the bathroom. She was in so much pain, why? Looking herself in the mirror she froze. Across her forehead was a whip mark, deep and bloody, the blood dripping down her face. She felt dizzy as she held onto the counter as she waited for the dizziness to be over. She didn't know she was shaking until she fell down harshly to the bathroom floor and cried.
"What is happening to me?" She screamed to no one as she covered the whip mark with a towel. Somewhere within the house the phone rang and she dizzily got up to look for the cordless phone, finally she found it.
"Hello?" She asked still keeping the towel on her forehead, but her hands which was bloody got blood on the phone, giving the phone a menacing look.
"So what if you can see the darkest side…" Kelly screamed as she turned off the phone and fall to the ground. The phone rang again.
"Hello?" She said again.
"How is your forehead?" Lee asked.
"Leave me alone." Kelly screamed to the phone as she started to hang up.
"You left poor George all alone, he was very sad when he found out. Great going Kelly, you made George upset."
"Leave me alone." She screamed as she hung the phone up again, sneaking to the corner and kneading there. The next time the phone rung she didn't move to pick it up.
One ring, she dropped to the floor and shook. Two rings, she lowered the towel from her forehead. Three rings, she placed her hands around her ears trying to block the sound out. Four rings and the answering machine picked up, "Hello this is the Jordan residence we are not here to take the call but if you leave your name and phone number we will get back to you."
"Hello, this is Doctor Mulford calling from St. Mugals. Your boyfriend, Louis, was brought in earlier today. As soon as you get this we need you to immediately call us at …." Kelly never heard the rest she already grabbed her coat and was out the door before he even mentioned Louis's name.
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"Please Mr. and Mrs. Granger do not take Hermione off life support." Ron begged the old couple who was outside Hermione's door watching Harry and Fred hold their daughter's hands.
"There are no signs of life Ron. She is brain-dead. If we keep her alive we are only be causing her more suffering." Mr. Granger replied angrily watching though a window in the door Harry collapsed upon Hermione and started to cry.
"It's not fair." Ron yelled and Mrs. Granger silenced him with a "shh"
"I know it's not fair." She replied wrapping her arms around Ron and weeping. Mr. Granger just kept watching Harry and Fred as if they were the most interesting things on earth. No one noticed Shelly, a young nurse who had struggled with the leading surgeon to save Hermione's life.
"Mr. and Mrs. Granger, it is time." Shelly said looking at the three of them with sorrow. No one spoke. It was Mr. Granger who ended up speaking, "yes of course. Come on dear lets say goodbye to our baby girl." Shelly opened the door for the group as the parents slowly walked in followed by Ron. They walked inside the room to see Harry sobbing nearly on top of Hermione and Fred crying still holding her hand. When they saw Mr. and Mrs. Granger they said a quick good-bye to her and moved aside so they can have their privacy.
Surprisingly the parents didn't spend that much time; they gave her a kiss on her cheek, said they loved her, and moved aside. Ron spent a long time, talking to her, promising her that heaven is all its worked up to be. He even kissed her on the lips although he was struggling not to cry. When he moved away he discovered that his parents and Ginny are too. Molly wrapped her arms around Ron as she whispered a comforting phrase to him as they watched as the nurse get ready. Right before the nurse is about to take her off life support another nurse bursts into the room.
"Don't pull her off life support." The new nurse said, wiping the sweat off her forehead.
"Why?" Nurse Shelly asked in surprise.
"Mr. and Mrs. Granger, I need to talk to you about your daughter." The new nurse said again and Mr. and Mrs. Granger looked at her in shock. Somebody knocked on the door. Cursing to herself Shelly said "come in." A doctor walked in looking tired and bedazzled.
"Sorry to interfere but I really have to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley immediately."
Done, finally, this chapter was irritating to write. There are three chapters I have been impatient to write, the chapter 9 trilogy, this chapter, and the last chapter trilogy.
The song(s) that were used in this chapter is the lovely song "The Garden" by Mirah and a tiny bit of "Animal I Have Became" from 3 Days Grace.
If anyone is interested in the other drafts of the chapters, one was more detailed in the dream which I loved and I had song lyrics from my favorite band Three Days Grace, "Animal I have became," and I didn't have the time changes. This was the second most voted draft. Another I had the present in one part and a more detailed past section without being blended in to the present, and a more demented dream. The other has Hermione dying and her parents and tried to get Fred arrested for manslaughter. So there in case you were interested.