Okay this chapter will have time changes. Past is underlined. Thoughts are in italic. Thank you everyone who reviewed, it really speeds my updating up.
The grass felt so good, a gentle reminder that everything wasn't bad. He swiped his hand over the top of the green grass smiling when it tickled his hand. This was his favorite spot, the meadow, where everything was peaceful. It was in the meadow where he could hide enough to heal his wounds. It was in the meadow where he can think back on his life, the good times, the bad times, and everything in between.
It's pretty here. Pretty was such an difficult sight to behold nowadays. He smiled pitifully as the wind picked up, flapping his hair over his face and making him laugh like he would have done when he was five. The wind, the grass, the cries of animals, it was familiar. It reminded him of reality or the other reality none the less. He stopped smiling when he noticed crimson on the grass and looking behind him he froze when he saw the trail of blood. The bloody footprints that stood up against the thick green grass barely fazed him anymore, blood had became his only friend. The blood was a intense reminder that wherever he goes he will never be safe, never. Even here surrounded by beauty his blood won't stop bleeding, the pain wouldn't lessen, the loneliness wouldn't disappear. He sighed as he touched a bloody leaf and examined it with interest. If I close my eyes will I wake up? Will I exactly be free from this hell? He closed his eyes again only to open them to the same surrounding. He knew he should be worried that he can't go back to the other reality but he doesn't think about it, he doesn't want to think about it. All he cared about was that he was still alive. He was bleeding, sobbing, sick, tired, but still alive. He wondered though how long? He was afraid to know the answer, he wants to die, but he wants to live. It's a catch 22; everything about this reality was a catch 22, and the more he explored the more intense it got. The wind was getting thicker now and he looked up seeing dark clouds with the wrath of Zeus. Knowing he was running out of time he started to work faster. He gently grabbed more grass and sewed the pieces together making a miniature man out of it. He finished right when the rain started. He laughed as he stood up enjoying the refreshing rain before he walked out of his sanctuary, the grass-man in his arms. He walked into the city waving to imaginary people as he talked to the doll asking it if it will keep him company for a while. He walked to a boarded up house that was covered in tall Willows that was so old the bark was a tainted white.
He dived under the Willow's stems getting mud all over him but he doesn't care as he continued on his journey to the place he now call home. He opened the front door with a kick as he took off his wet coat. He shut the door behind him before kicking off he took off his boots. He was still dripping water off his hair as he walked though the empty living room, the room so bare that there wasn't even a reminder of life in the old greenish rusty room. He walked though the decaying hallway, not looking at the walls so decayed that you can see the support beams. He didn't even glance at the miserable tiny room which he knew as a bathroom. It was the bedroom that he cared abut, the miserable little room that didn't even have a bed. All there was in the room was an aged rug which George used as a bed. The only other thing in the room was a poster of Lee with the words, "I watch your every move," scribbled below his picture. George once in a fit of outrage tore the poster down and ripped it to shreds only to find the poster resembling and sticking itself back on the wall. He didn't try to tear it anymore. There was no reason to waste his energy.
He didn't stop as he walked though the small room as he watched his goal location get closer, the closet. The crappy two by two room with flower wallpaper and a hanging lamp which never stopped moving casting an eerie feel to the rotting room. Opening the closet door he peered inside, inhaling the unpleasant smell of decomposing timber. Even with all its faults the closet brought him serenity. It was his space, it was his hiding place, and it was the closest thing to home that he can touch. Grinning to himself, he pulled back a large plastic bag showing eleven grass-men. George looked down at the waiting eleven grass-men with pride, he made these dolls, it was his creations, and he loved them.
"Hey I brought us a new friend." George told the other grass-men as he showed them his new doll. The doll in his hand shook, its little head thumping with George's shaky hold on the creature.
"He is the finest grass-man I have made. What should I name him?" He asked the soundless dolls, when he received no answer, he looked at the doll closely.
"He is so perfect that there is only name that fits him," He told the dolls before looking at the new doll, "You are now Fred." George smiled as he put Fred in the closet and watched as it tumbled to the ground taking the other dolls with it.
"Don't worry Fred, it okay to be clumsy once in a while. Right Molly?" George asked another doll, a doll that was slightly taller than Fred and was really deformed. His first creation, he felt bad for the poor doll, it was so painful to look it.
"Right, but then again Fred you were always clumsy." Molly told Fred.
"God Fred you can't do anything right? You just got made and you are already messing up." Another doll said, with a leg for an arm and an arm for a leg.
"Percy leave your brother alone." The doll Arthur said his head too large for his body.
"Dad just let Percy have his moment." The doll Charlie said, the grass body starting to break apart.
"Someone is grumpy this morning." The miniature Bill said, shaking at Charlie.
"Fred where is George today?" A miniaturized Ginny asked, her grass body was skinnier than all the rest and more feminine too.
"I don't know, I haven't seen him all day." Fred said and looked around, "George where are you?"
George laughed at himself as he let go of 'Fred' before whispering to himself, "see even my doll is missing. My doll probably got himself kidnapped too."
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Ron hated feeling like a child. He hated it because it made him think of the war. He knew something bad was happening. The way that the nurse screamed to not pull the plug on Hermione rattled him. The terrified look of the doctor was haunting him when she asked to speak to his parents. Something big was happening to Hermione and George and he was left out in the dark. He heard sniffing from the side of him and he turned to Ginny who was struggling to hold in her tears as she reread the same page of a magazine for the fiftieth time. Harry was resting his head on his chair, a magazine covering his face, if it wasn't for the grumpy mumbling under his breath everyone would have he was asleep. Fred was silent, just scowling at his feet, a moody expression on his exhausted frame. Ron sighed as he tried to catch some sleep but he couldn't. Regardless of how tired he was, regardless of how tired everyone else was, sleep was impossible. Everyone was too afraid to sleep. Too afraid that when they awake the doctors wearing bloody scrubs would walk up to them, like a grim reaper coming to collect a soul, and say those two words no one wanted to hear, "I'm sorry." They would be happier if a doctor came up to them and told them that they had become infected with a disease.
Suddenly Harry smacked his hand on the back of his chair and stood up, "damn it we are not kids anymore. Why can't we listen to the conversation?"
"Calm down, Harry. I am sure that the doctors only wanted to talk to the parents." Ginny said wrapping her arms around him and kissing him gently.
"Why not the whole family?" Ron asked next looking miserable. Everyone pitied him; he could lose not only his girlfriend but also his brother too. What a miserable combination!
"They must have their reasons." Ginny said again sitting on Harry's lap as she forced him to hug her.
"I just hate not knowing what is going on." Harry told Ginny and Ron and Fred nodded in agreement.
"Why do you think the doctor wanted to talk to mum and dad?" Fred asked suddenly trying to stay calm, but trying isn't the same as succeeding.
"Probably just checking in." Harry said unsurely.
"You don't believe that he died or that he is dying?"
"God, Fred, I don't know. I hope not." Harry replied solemnly. Fred was about to say something else when the waiting room door opened and Molly and Arthur walked in with red eyes.
"Mom, dad, what is going on?" Fred asked immediately standing up.
"Fred sit back down." Arthur told his son who looked at Arthur in alarm.
"Why dad?"
"Fred, please sit down." Molly told her son who finally sat back down, his hands sweating so much that his hands were slipping from the chair's sides.
"We have some bad news kids," Molly started trying not to cry as she fuzzed with her shirt.
"What is wrong?"
"Well kids…there is no easy way to say this, George injuries are very dire and the doctors can't use magic to heal him." Arthur finished for his wife who broke down in tears again hearing his words.
"What do you mean they can't use magic to cure him?" Ron asked in fear.
"Apparently Lee used a spell on George that refused any magic to help him."
"So what are they going to do?" Ginny asked softy wrapping her arms around Harry tightly while he rubbed her back in comfort.
"They are going to use muggle medicine." Arthur replied in both excitement and fear. It's the only option now, I just hope this works.
"There is more bad news. We have spent a good thirty minutes trying to find a way to make this easier but….oh there is no way. One of his hands was severed pretty badly which you probably already know. Unfortunately the arm developed gangrene. To stop the gangrene from spreading to the rest of the body the doctors and we decided it would be in George's best interest if we just chop the whole arm off."
"What you can't be serious." Fred screamed standing up quickly.
"There is more bad news. He got a really bad infection on his tongue, the doctors are really worried. There had been conversations about what is the best way to deal with the infection. We decided to give it two weeks let the doctors try and stop the infection." Arthur said looking down at his feet.
"If it doesn't get better?"
"Then he might lose it." Molly said solemnly.
"He also has some other injuries that are worrisome, some of them so…we don't even want to tell you kids."
"Tell us!" Ginny said calmly making both Molly and Arthur wince before looking down at the floor with embarrassment. They really don't want to tell their kids some of the injuries, they regretted asking. Still they could tell them the typical injuries that anyone would expect.
"He has some really bad bumps on his head that they are afraid about, want to give him a cat-scan."
"A cat-scan?"
"A cat-scan is like a big x-ray that takes x-rays on the head." Arthur informs them sounding way too excited about the machine.
"Yeah, we asked if it was a concussion and they said that a concussion would be the least of the problems. They are afraid that his skull is bruised or cracked," Molly paused and Fred started to open his mouth to ask something so she started talking faster, "Moving on, some of his ribs are cracked, he tore his left calf pretty bad, his neck is severely bruised. The doctors are afraid that he has anemia, the doctors believe that he has pneumonia too." Molly listed off the medical problems refusing to meet the terrified looks of her children.
"And there is a lot more." Arthur whispered, his voice getting stuck inside his throat, the words he desperately wanted to say was struggling to push its way though, but Arthur swallowed the words and the salvia that followed.
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Lee collapsed onto George's bed. He was exhausted, not physically, not mentally, but he was fatigued none the less. He almost let the shirt that he had been cradling fall to the ground but at the last second he caught it. He looked at the shirt again and sighed sadly.
"George you fool why can't I let you go? If I can just give my obsession up I could let us both live. I can't give it up though, I can't give you up. I hate myself for what I did to you but at the same time I love what I did. I loved the way you begged, the way you cried, I even loved the way you tried to fight me. I wanted to kill you so you won't have to deal with me anymore. I know you don't know it but I wanted to stop hurting you, honestly, but every time I see you its like I warp into another person." Lee said to the shirt, twisting the shirt into a tight ball as he talked.
"I love you dork. I love you and I hate you. I can't escape what I am; I can't escape what you do to me. We both know in the end one of us is going to die, its destiny. It won't be me though." Lee nearly cried out as he untwisted the shirt and started to fold it.
"It will be alright though. I promise I won't make it painful. I will make it quick and painless. Like I always wished mama would have died. She died painfully, her screams are still stuck in my mind, she sounded like you did back at the factory. I never imagined you living, you were supposed to die." Lee said again as he walked over to the dresser and slipped the shirt inside before leaning against it.
"I'm just like daddy." Lee croaked out as tears threatened to spill which surprised him, he didn't think he had any tears left to spill. He didn't believe that a monster could cry, he always learning new things.
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George glared at Alicia as he watched his brother sneak an arm around her. She giggled as she leaned against his shoulder as she listened to Fred reread his essay in a boasting manner. They were supposed to be working on a project for Potions but Fred just seemed to want to show off to Alicia. It had been two hours and all any of the three accomplished was a paragraph. The goddamn thing was due tomorrow and they had a paragraph done. It wasn't George's fault for this either, the paragraph that Fred was reading to Alicia so boastingly was his. While he was doing his work the love birds just talked and giggled. George groaned shutting his potion's book as he stood up making both Alicia and Fred look at him in surprise.
"If you two are not going to work than I am giving up." George replied spitefully as he gathered his papers and book off the ground and held it sloppily in his arms. George then grabbed the paper from Fred's hands as he stalked off.
"George come on its due tomorrow." Alicia commented.
"Then fucking do your part." George screamed at Alicia not caring if he hurt her feelings. He doesn't care about her anymore; he will never care about her again.
"Don't talk to Alicia like that." Fred screamed back standing up and facing George.
"Then…she…should…do…her…part." George nearly hissed at his brother. Fred eyes tightened as he walked closer to George so their noses were nearly touching.
"She can do her part whenever she feels like it. She doesn't need you to boss her around." Fred rudely said accidently spitting on George's face. George's blue Irises darkened as he dabbed the spit off his face.
"I have done my part and you two are just flirting. Do…your…parts." George said just as rudely, his eyes narrowing at Fred.
"Guys stop it." Alicia whined looking scared. She had never seen the twins act like this before, in fact no one had.
"Stay out of this bitch." George screamed at her. He was surprised when suddenly he was slammed against a wall his back getting bruised from the unforgiving stony walls.
"Never call her a bitch again." Fred warned and George looked at him with hurt and anger.
"Bitch, bitch, bitch." George screamed back at Fred and Fred drew back a fist.
"Fred stop it. He is your brother." Alicia yelled grabbing onto Fred's wrist.
"Let go of me Alicia. I won't let him call you such hateful words." Fred hissed roughly jerking his hand away from her. He moved to punch George again when he felt a burn on his cheek. In surprise Fred released George and turned to Alicia who just stared at him.
"I don't ever want to see you trying to hit your brother again." Alicia yelled as she stood in between the twins. George rolled his eyes, a protector for the idiots of the world. Man I loath that girl. She should mind her own goddamn business for once.
"He called you names," Fred whispered still looking hurt. Alicia rolled her eyes as she wrapped her arms around George who jerked slightly out of surprise.
"Come on Fred needs a time out." Alicia told George as she led him away.
"He called you a bitch." Fred screamed back, shocked at the turn of event, "he called you a bitch."
"Bitch watch where you are walking." Ron screamed at someone who managed to push Fred to the ground. Groaning Ron helped Fred up who just blinked in surprise.
"What was that asshole's problem? Did you see that jerk?" Ron screamed to the exhausted group. They have been at the hospital for about twelve hours now, which means that Fred, Harry, and Ron have been up for thirty-three hours straight. They were a bit on the touchy side.
"Drop it Ron, this shit happens." Harry told Ron who got red in the face.
"Come on guys lets keep trying to find what is going on with George and Ginny." Ginny added looking completely drained out.
"We can only overhear if they are talking in an open area, which I doubt they will, they are probably behind closed doors. That of course means we can't hear the conversation." Fred added as he brushed his shirt off and glared at the running person behind him before shaking his head.
"That is why I brought these." Ginny added taking something out of the purse. The group smiled when they saw the object.
"I always knew your invention will be handy one day." Ginny replied holding the expandable ears.
"God Ginny I love you." Fred said with a smile as he hugged his sister. She laughed as she handed Fred the ears.
"Yeah, you only love me when I admit your brilliance." Ginny said with a smirk. Fred raised an eyebrow at his younger sister before shaking his head planning to remember this later when he invented something that she didn't improve of.
"Come on; let's fish out our parents or Hermione's." Fred replied as they continued to walk down the hallway flicking the 'ear' to the door so they could see if they heard a familiar voice. It was only thirty minutes later did they hear something familiar and that was a doctor talking to Mrs. Granger.
"Hey guys I found Hermione's parents." Fred whispered as he leaned against the door, the expandable ear pressed to the door.
"I need your answer Mr. and Mrs. Granger." A doctor said and the group could hear Hermione's parents crying
"Keep her alive." Mr. Granger cried.
"You do understand the chances of retardation or other mental problems are very high right?"
"We don't care, she would have wanted this." Mr. Granger said sounding very worn out.
"Okay then we will keep her comfortable."
"Do you know the sex?" Mrs. Granger asked and Ron felt his stomach drop.
"Yeah, a girl and a boy."
"Twins?" Mr. Granger asked and the doctor nodded.
"When can we expect to pull the plug?" Mrs. Granger said moodily.
"Well we can probably do the operation around the twenty-eighth week which is the earliest that we can which means if everything goes right we can pull the plug in about four months."
Fred slipped the ear from the door before turning to Ron who was shaking with rage.
"Ron…"
"Come on lets find some information on George." Ron said loudly before storming away from the office. The rest sighed as they followed the enraged Ron, all the time keeping an ear out for George.
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"What do you mean he snuck out? How does someone sneak out of a hospital." Kelly asked a nurse who just shook her head.
"He was on his bed one moment and the next he was gone." The nurse repeated without looking at the horror in the girl's eyes.
"You have no idea where he is?"
"I wished I knew."
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Louis watched Lee with his wand raised, all he needed to do was say a simple spell and everything would be over. He was about to do it too, about to say the unforgiving curse, his wand aimed at his little brother, but something stopped him.
"Louis why are you trying to kill me?" Lee cried from the soft bed. Louis could feel the wand shaking in his hands as he lowered his eyes at his brother.
"You have to be stopped." Louis's answer was quick and to the point.
"I know." Lee answered; his answer was to the point too.
"I promised myself that I would protect you and I thought I did. I protected you from dad, I protected you from the bullies at our school, I even protected you in the war. Yet not once did I think of protecting you from yourself." Louis said with shaky lips. He didn't want to kill his little brother.
"I can't stop myself from hurting George." Lee admitted to his brother as he turned to look at his older brother. Lee was surprised to see the tears falling down the elder's face.
"I don't want to kill you." Louis cried out keeping his wand straight out toward Lee.
"Louis kill me." Lee said though narrow lips, he had no fear, no remorse for what he did.
"Avada…Avada…I can't do it." Louis screamed throwing his wand to the ground angrily before slipping to the ground as agony washed over him. Lee watched his older brother for a minute before standing up from the comfy bed. He took out his own wand and quickly walked over to him until the tip of his wand is poking Louis's forehead.
"I love you brother but you are such a pussy." Lee said quietly as he removed the wand and put it back into his pocket.
"I can't kill you because you are my brother and that does not make me a pussy." Louis replied slowly.
"You are a pussy Louis. I don't mind really, it makes up for my cruelty." Lee said brushing his hands though Louis's short hair. Lee bent down beside Louis and threw his arms around him.
"Its okay regardless of our differences in lifestyle I still love you." Lee told Louis again as he looked around George's room again.
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It was to Ron's surprise that they found his parents talking to a doctor in an empty hallway. He was glad they didn't have to use the expandable ears to spy. Still as the group listened to the discussion he wasn't sure why they wanted to listen in the first place.
"The surgery went fine. He was lucky the gangrene didn't spread past the arm." The doctor told the stressed parents.
"There was no way to repair the arm or grow him a new one?" Molly asked in a tired voice.
"No, I'm sorry he lost his arm."
"Jesus." Arthur whispered holding onto his shocked wife.
"How about his other hand?" Molly asked with fear.
"Luckily the hand will be fine. There was only a small amount of gangrene which we had to scrap a little skin off but not much."
"Well at least he gets to keep one hand." Arthur said optimistically.
"And there is no way to re-grow the lost fingers?"
"Sorry Mrs. Weasley, he tried but whatever spell was cast on him wont let us."
"He...how about the stitches around the eyes, did you get them off?" Mr. Weasley asked feeling crushed.
"We tried but the stitches have a spell on them too. The spell around the stitches isn't as strong as the spell around the arms though so there is a good chance we can break the curse and open his eyes."
"Stitches close skin right? So will the stitches close his eyes like it would a cut?" Mr. Weasley asked again making Molly look at him in horror, she hadn't even thought about that.
"Only if that is part of the spell but there is still a chance that we will be unable to remove the buttons. Now I have to talk to you about something else and it is very important."
"What?"
"Since your son was kidnapped we immediately called in a SANE nurse…"
"Excuse but what is a SANE nurse?" Molly asked politely, her voice calm even though her heart was beating irregularly.
"A SANE nurse is a Sexual Abuse Nurse Examiner."
"Hell no." Molly nearly fainted if Arthur hadn't wrapped his arms around her.
"On all kidnapping cases a SANE nurse is required because ninety percent of the time, people are kidnapped for sex. I'm sorry to say this but there are clear signs of repeated sexual assault." The doctor said sadly watching as the parents both looked ill, both with tears in their eyes.
"Our son was raped?" Arthur asked, but it was more to himself than the doctor.
"Again I am sorry."
"Oh god." Molly whispered dropping into a chair.
"There is something else though that was brought to my attention which is very important."
"What?" Arthur asked as he fanned his wife, tears lining both their eyes. The doctor looked uncomfortable for a minute before closing her tired eyes.
"He has a small tear in his rectum wall." The doctor said and watched as Arthur put his face in his hands so no one can see him cry and Molly was gripping the sides of the chair in a death grip.
"Even a tear that small could cause toxins to spread over his body causing organ damage, we repaired the tear but we have no idea what damage it could have done to his body."
"How can you know?"
"We monitor his organs." The doctor said again looking down at her notes.
"Is there any good news to give us?" Arthur asked painfully.
"If he doesn't get worse in the next twenty-four hours than there is a good chance that he will survive."
"If he gets worse?"
"Then we will try our hardest to keep him alive. Now then, he has got gotten out of surgery. After an hour of recovery you can see him."
"What are his chances of surviving?" Arthur asked, comforting his wife as much as possible. They didn't notice the pained look on the doctor's face as she looked though the charts again trying to find a reasonable percentage. She couldn't find one.
"Slim, he has such a weakened immune system that the body isn't fighting off the pneumonia. He also has a lot of infections that are worrisome. He has a lot of staff infections that are very serious" The doctor said and Ron felt a pitch in his stomach. Turning around he saw how glazed over Fred's eyes were looking, how Ginny had hidden herself in Harry's chest, and how Harry was looking at the wall feeling at a lost.
"We should really stop spying on people." Ron said after a long minute and his words set the group off. Ginny started to bawl, Harry started to mumble under his breath, Fred gasped.
"We should really stop spying on people," George whispered to Fred as they watched Hermione and Ron talking from behind a statue, "it's losing its charm.
"You would have thought that Ron would have pronounced his love already." Fred added snacking on some candy.
"Why are we spying on them again?" George asked reaching over to steal some of Fred's candy.
"I wanted to see our little Ronnie screw up." Fred replied evilly.
"What in the hell is he doing?" George asked watching as Ron was trying to dance, badly, really badly.
"You know George I agree, this is just too embarrassing to watch, let's never spy on people again."
"Unless it has to do with the order." George commented.
"Or if one of our siblings has an embarrassing talk with mother." Fred added.
"You don't spy on me when I talk privately to mom right?" George asked and Fred laughed.
"Never, my dear brother."
"Good, come on…this is just too embarrassing to watch." George whispered again as thy snuck out of the room. George and Fred were silent for a while just enjoying each other's company and the darkened hallway. When they passed a window they would both stop to peer at the thousands of stars in the sky, the little dots shining, the dinosaur on the moon smiling down at them. This was peaceful right here, no Alicia, no Lee, no other hundreds of Hogwart students gossiping and running around like free-range cattle. It was just George and Fred.
"Fred thanks for ditching Alicia for the night." George told Fred once they stopped to turn over a rock.
"I know it seemed like it has been forever since we did this." Fred replied wrapping his arms around George.
"I miss you Fred." George admitted.
"I haven't gone anywhere George. I am still your twin the more handsome of the two I might add." Fred bragged making George roll his eyes before pushing Fred away a little.
"Yeah, you wish." George replied.
"What should we do next? Should be play a prank on our good friend Filch?"
"Talking toilet again?" George asked making Fred smile.
"Oh yeah." Fred replied messing up George's hair.
"I will get you for that." George screamed as he ran after his laughing brother when suddenly someone grabbed him from his shirt and yanked him backwards.
"What on earth are you two doing here?" Snape replied looking between the twins.
"What are earth are you kids doing here?" Molly screamed making everyone jump.
"Mom…" Ron begun but Molly interrupted him.
"You kids are in so much trouble when we get home…"
"We don't live at home." Ginny corrected Molly who just glared at her daughter.
"I don't care; you think I can not punish you just because you don't live at home?" Molly asked again and both Ron and Fred glared at Ginny for getting their mother more upset.
"He has only a slim chance of surviving?" Fred asked his mother with a broken face, his eyes still clouded over with despair. Molly eyes softened at her son as her anger left her. She quickly wrapped her arms around him.
"He will be fine dear." She said comforting her son.
"He was raped mom, he lost his arm, his fingers, how will he be fine?" Fred screamed trying to fight his way out of her arms, she just tightened her hold.
"Its okay Fred, it's going to be okay. I promise you." Molly whispered again watching as her son stopped fighting and instead wrapped his arms around her, crying into her shoulder.
"It's okay Fred have fun on your date." George said quite bitterly before standing up and walking away from the table, his food forgotten.
"George, George come back here. Goddamn it George." Fred screamed getting the attention of others as he stood up to follow his brother. He was stopped by Hermione.
"Fred what is going on between the two of you? You two have been acting bizarre all month." Hermione asked looking at Fred with alarm.
"I don't know, he has been really moody lately."
"Well you should figure it out because there has been a lot of gossip flying around Hogwarts about you two and all of them are not pretty." Harry added butting into their conversation.
"It's been cutting into your tricks too. When was the last time you tricked anyone?" Ron added noticing the rage in Fred's eyes.
"I agree, where is the new products you promised everyone? It had been a month now and still nothing." Angeline added.
"You know what everyone; it's none of your business." Fred screamed suddenly making Gryffindor students jump from their seats. Without a look back he left the dining room murmuring to himself as he tried to find George. He looked in the Gryffindor tower with no luck, tried outside, tried everywhere possible but he couldn't find him. Finally he decided to try the library.
He found George near the back, looking at an old book without interest, smiling Fred sat next to him. George didn't even look up at him as he turned a page slowly, wasting as much time as possible.
"She said that if I stayed here I had to read something." George said quietly looking over the small print without care.
"That librarian always hated us." Fred replied softy making George smirk slightly, "I'm sorry George. I don't know what I did but I am sorry."
"Then you are not sorry then." George said as he looked away from the book.
"Tell me then?" Fred asked quite loudly making the librarian glare at them.
"No, you wouldn't understand." George said softy making Fred roll his eyes.
"Bullshit, tell me." Fred screamed making the librarian shake her head at the twins as she pointed at the door, officially telling the twins to leave.
"Come on, the old toad wants us to leave now. Now are you going to tell me what is going on?"
"It's…just forget it, it doesn't matter." George replied as he got up before turning back to his brother, "just tell me that everything is going to be fine between us."
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Kelly hated falling asleep now. She hated it with a passion. She sighed as she walked once more across the stony bridge looking out at the dead city, the tall castle standing like a giant to the small ghostly town. She didn't want to take a step, didn't want to be here, she just wanted to go home. Still she moved not looking at the roaring ocean beneath her; as she wondered the significance of this landscape.
The city was wet from rain and she could smell the clean air in an instant. The city was bare of all life, but that wasn't something new. She didn't care, it was better with it being bare, more suiting.
Something was new though, something else was in the air, the smell of baking bread. Her stomach growled as she tried to find out where the smell came from. She stopped in front of a half-decayed house, where the smell was the strongest. Not exactly knowing why she slammed open the door.
Inside was a woman, probably in her mid-thirties standing over an oven panting herself with a fan.
"Back already, I already told you that I will bring food to you when it is done. You shouldn't be walking around when you are so badly…oh you are not…oh what's his name?" The woman said while blushing.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone else was here." Kelly said while blushing too.
"You must be new. I should probably introduce myself then, my name is Carla Jordan."
"Lee's mother?" Kelly asked although she already knew the answer.
"Unfortunately I am his mother. I am a mother to a monster." Carla screamed into the air before turning back to Kelly, "he was always a bad seed. I could tell from the beginning, mothers can always tell."
"He keeps me here so I could cook for him. I cook and clean after that little snob while his drunken ass father and he hang out in the castle all day long." Carla said again her eyes shifting from anger to sadness as he turned to a poster that her son posted up.
"Poor thing though, Lee keeps him here like a caged animal. If it wasn't for me that boy would have died a million times already. He is much too ill, his body is dying you know, in the other reality. He is beginning to die here as well. I have been keeping him on bed rest trying to stop it but it's a losing battle. He is always so cold now, I see him shivering more and more. His eyes are dulling but you could see him fighting it, he doesn't want to die, but I am afraid that stubbornness isn't enough to stop death." Carla was about to say something else when they heard footsteps coming toward the door.
"They are here." Carla said breathlessly.
"Who are here?"
"The bastard and his son. Please you have to hide. Hide in the closet." Carla said ushered the younger woman into a closet near the kitchen. The door opened and Carla spun around and ran back to the oven checking the bread inside.
"Carla where is our dinner, you are late." Ryan cried as he threw his massive body into the kitchen.
"You asked me to make it from scratch, it takes time." Carla hissed back.
"The only reason I brought you back from the dead mom is for one reason, take care of us. You have not been doing your job mother."
"This isn't life Lee. This is hell." Carla responded glaring at her son with hatred.
"Where is dinner Carla?" Ryan asked again putting a flabby arm around his son with content.
"It is cooking." Carla said back. Lee laughed as he walked around the kitchen looking in the pots and pans.
"It looks like we are having ham, homemade applesauce, cheese covered broccoli, white noodles, white bread." Lee said looking at the smoked ham inside the pan with disgust.
"Lee?" Ryan asked harshly, looking at his wife with disappointment.
"What dad?"
"Is this what we ordered for dinner today?" Ryan asked from behind Carla.
"Nope dad." Lee said with excitement.
"Carla, why are you disobeying us again? We made the rules very clear to you. We give you the daily order of food, you cook it, we eat it. We are even generous on you; we let you cook enough for you." Ryan said again with a gleam.
"We hate ham mom and you know it." Lee spat out pushing the pan close to the ground but before it fall she leaped forward and pushed it back on the stove regardless of the painful burns that developed on her hands.
"It's not for you." She screamed and then she covered her mouth and looked at her family with large eyes.
"You didn't make this food for us?" Ryan asked.
"No...I did, sorry I forget, it's hard to remember something when you been dead for so long." She whispered but the dark look in Lee's eyes seemed almost to glow.
"Goddamn mom… you broke the second rule too didn't you?" He asked her as his father picked up a knife.
"I don't know what you are talking about." She yelled. Lee slammed her against the stove and held her there as his father walked up to her holding a knife.
"Where have you hid him this time?" Lee asked her as his father shook his head at her.
"What gave it away?" She asked, she wasn't afraid, they couldn't kill her. They would be helpless without her.
"Where is he? I haven't seen him all day." Lee asked her with need in his voice. She smiled at them.
"Where else would he be?" She laughed and Lee growled as he walked out of the house.
"Dinner better be ready at six and bring the boy, we love a show at dinner." Ryan yelled as he left the rundown house, leaving his wife untouched for the moment. As soon as they left Kelly opened the closet door not noticing the dust that changed her blond hair to a rusty grey. Kelly watched as Carla walked over to the roast and dropped in some rat poison.
"Don't just stand there child, hand me that draino." Carla screamed and Kelly immediately picked up the draino and handed it to Carla and watched as Carla emptied the contents onto the meat, "they are going to be so surprised when they eat their dinner."
"You are going to kill them." Kelly said shockingly.
"That is the plan." Carla told the younger woman as she wiped some toxins on her flowery dress.
"What will happen to us? George said that if we died here…"
"If Lee dies the curse will end. Neither George nor you will die." Carla answered taking out a plate as the oven timer rang. Kelly watched as Carla took the bread off, tested the ham, tested the noodles, and pleased with the result started to pile the plate with food.
"Is that for us?" Kelly asked her hunger growing with every second she goes to reach for the plate but Carla smacked her hands away.
"No, this is for George." Carla responded as she looked out the window.
"We eat afterwards. Now come on." Carla said again as she quickly walked out the door, Carla on her toes.
"He brought you back from the dead?" Kelly asked after a long minute.
"Only in this reality." Carla responded as she looked around before diving underneath a giant Willow. Kelly followed and what she saw was a house, completely hidden by Willows, the grass was green and alive.
"This is where he is?" Kelly asked looking at the sad looking house.
"This is where I managed to hide him for a while. They will catch on eventually." Carla responded as she opened the front door, "they denied locks for any house. Every house is free game to them."
"So how do you keep them out?" Kelly asked with dread.
"We can't keep them out, you can't, I can't, and he can't. They can get us at any time and anyplace." Carla responded as she dragged Kelly down the hallway. She ran to the 'bedroom' and looked around trying to locate George but she couldn't seem to find the ginger man. That was before she saw lights coming from within the closet. The sight that beholds her when she opened the door only made her loathe her son even more.
George was curled up in a tight ball, surrounded by little homemade dolls. His blood was smeared over all of the thirteen dolls. His body was shaking so much that Carla would have thought he was having a seizure, his arms and legs were lifeless. His eyes were rolled back in his head and his mouth was open in a silent O. Carla bent down and shook George trying to keep him awake. When she touched his head it was steaming hot.
"Kelly, come here quickly." Carla called out to the younger woman as she stripped off her coat and flung it around George as she bent down and combed a hand though his hair whispering sweet nothings to him.
"What?" Kelly asked.
"I need you to get me that bag that is by the rug." Carla screamed as George reached out for her. Carla carefully held his hand as she yelled back to Kelly, "Come on girl, hurry up."
Kelly ran over to the rug, the musty, dirty, bloody rug, and reached for the bag. When she picked the bag up she noticed it was light weighted.
"Girl, get you ass back here now." Carla yelled as she tried to calm the boy down. Kelly ran over to the pair and handed Carla the bag.
"Good now hold him still." Carla yelled again as she started to take materials out of the bag. Kelly put her hands on the boy and watched with interest as Carla took out a syringe and a bottle of medicine. Carla filled the syringe up by poking a hole with the sharp needle into the bottle and then pushed the air bubbles out before poking George in the arm. Almost immediately George went still and Carla bent over and checked his pulse.
"His heartbeat is calming down." Carla responded as she relaxed touching the unconscious boy's hair. A mere ten minutes George woke up. A mere thirty minutes later Lee was walking down the streets of the town trying to locate his mother and George. When he couldn't find it he pushed a button on his wrist and smiled as light shown on a house. Thirty minutes later Lee dragged an unconscious George and Kelly out of the house, with Ryan dragging Carla leaving the twelve dolls alone in the closet, massacred and scattered, their green body oozing watery blood.
An hour later Kelly woke up tied to a dining room chair. She looked to her right to see George tied to a chair as well looking dazed. She looked around to see Lee sitting at the table as well as Ryan, both on royal chairs.
"I'm so happy to see you again Kelly." Lee said with a smile as the kitchen door opened and Carla was walking into the dining room holding plates full of food, a servant behind her was bringing the drinks. Carla stared at Kelly as she set the plates down in front of Lee and Ryan before setting down a ham feast in front of Kelly, a plate for herself, and was about to set a plate down for George when Lee interrupted her.
"If he wants food he needs to work for food." Lee told her blankly and she sighed as Lee took the plate away.
"If you want to eat then you better show me how much you want the food." Lee said putting the food under George's nose and making him sniff it.
"…"
"Give us a little supper show."
"…"
"A strip show." Lee said with a secretive smile that he shared with his dad.
"Can I say no?" George asked in a defeated voice. The monster and his bastard son laughed before Lee shook his head.
"Either you strip or Kelly will strip. You decide Georgie." Lee said with a smirk and George looked at Kelly before sighing.
"Okay, I'll strip." Lee smiled warmly as he cut the ropes that held George to the chair before pushing the other boy on top of the table. George stumbled and fell on the table almost falling on the plates full of food. George laid on top of the table shaking as Lee shook his head in embarrassment.
"Come on George, start the show already." George shook as he got on his knees slowly before pushing himself up on wobbly legs. George's legs were shaky as he balanced himself before staring at Lee. Lee smiled and signaled for him to continue. Closing his eyes, George started to take off the sweatshirt he was wearing. The shirt fall to his feet as he exposed the numerous bruises and cuts on his torso. George began to work on the buttons of his jeans when Lee stopped him.
"I didn't ask you to strip Georgie. I told you I want a strip show. In strip shows the strippers dance." Lee said with a laugh. George's hands were jerking as he glared at Lee, his mouth completely dry.
"I don't know how to dance." George replied in a tiny voice.
"Then you better pull something out of your ass." Ryan said grumpily. When George doesn't move Ryan grabbed a knife. George saw this and had to start dancing even though he had no idea what to do. Shaking his hips a little and turning around he played with the button on his jeans again feeling horrified that he was stripping in front of two ladies. It took so long to unbutton his jeans and it took longer for him to manage to pull the zipper down, his hands were shaking too much to get a grip on the zipper handle. Keeping his eyes to the ground he began to strip out of the jeans watching as his white smooth skin appears but by the time the first of his public hairs showed up he stopped and shook his head.
"Please, don't make me do it." George replied as his legs gave up on him. Lee didn't respond until George managed to push himself back up, George's face covered in sweat and tears.
"Come on give everyone a show." Lee said and then sighed when George hesitated.
"You want to see him naked don't you?" Lee asked Kelly who unknowing had tears.
"Strip." Ryan said with laughter evident in his voice. George closed his eyes as he pulled the jeans down exposing himself to everyone. He tried to cover his privates with his hands but Lee shook his head.
"Let the ladies see your member." Lee ordered and slowly George lowered his hands before collapsing to the ground in agony, sobs cursing down his body.
"Oh George you made a big mistake." Lee said as he started to take off his clothes. Ryan started to laugh again as George tried to get away spilling all the plates to the ground as he tried to crawl away.
"Run boy run. Maybe you will get away." Ryan egged George on before getting up and holding George still. Lee laughed this time. Kelly looked at Carla, her face ridden with anger and shame. Carla shook her head at Kelly and Kelly grasped as she thought about closing her eyes but it was only until dinner was over and Lee and Ryan had left did Kelly notice that she never closed her eyes.
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"When I was sixteen I had this friend named Nellie Frendz, she was a wonderful witch that was really smart, pretty, and very passionate in what she believes in. She was very much like Hermione, same height, same color hair, same weight. Yet unlike Hermione my friend had rich brown hair and light brown freckles that stood out in her pale face. She was my best friend, we did everything together. Well one day we were taking a stroll near the astronomy tower during winter. She slipped on some snow and fall off the tower landing painfully to the ground below. I remember screaming and screaming as people rushed beside her body, I thought she was dead from the blood that surrounded her, but then she was taking to St. Mugals, and two months later she was back at Hogwarts getting straight A's in every subject again. Do you see what I am saying kids, people can overcome the odds." Molly said to the tired group as they waited in the empty hallway.
"Do you think he will live mom?" Ginny asked her mother who was playing with her ginger hair.
"Yes." Molly said but she was too hesitant in her answer to relax the kids. The group was silent for a long time as they listened to the beeping of machines coming from the countless doors. The doctor who talked to Molly and Arthur was back, a sad look on her pretty face. Along side of the doctor was a young nurse by the name of Melissa, a pretty blond petite woman who looked as worn out as the group.
"He is out of recovery; we put him in room 334. I have to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley for a minute. Melissa is going to take the kids to see him." The doctor said with exhaust evident in her accented voice.
"We are not kids." Ron screamed at the doctor but she just ignored him.
"Kids go." Arthur said next pushing Fred and Ginny toward the pretty nurse who was waiting patiently. Harry sighed as he stood next to the nurse, resting his head on the wall. Ron looked at them in shock, why are they giving up so easily?
"I want to know what is going on with my brother." Ron screamed at his siblings and Harry who just closed their eyes.
"Ron, go." Molly screamed making Ron glare at her.
"No mom…" Arthur sighed as he stood up and grabbed his son by his shirt.
"Ron I need you to leave. You know we will tell you guys everything so don't start this fit. Go and say hi to your brother he would probably love to hear your voice again." Arthur said softy, a little too soft, and Ron knew something was going on, something that his parents weren't telling him.
"Come on Ron." Harry replied grabbing Ron's arms and dragging him away from his parents and the doctor. The pretty nurse started to lead the way, she didn't seem to want to talk, or look behind her. She was walking so fast that the tired group nearly had to run to keep up. Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Fred were all sweating before they followed the nurse into the small elevator. It was in the elevator that the nurse started to talk.
"You four look like you are ready to drop dead." Melissa noted as she stretched her arms a little.
"We have been awake for thirty-eight hours." Harry replied resting his back against the wall as he struggled to stay awake.
"I have been awake for about twenty-four hours. My shift was supposed to end twelve hours ago. I stayed for your brother." Melissa said her voice thick with a Canadian accent.
"You helped."
"I honestly didn't expect the surgery to take so long, I thought I would be going home in another two hours." Melissa said darkly before resting her head against the wall.
"Where are we headed?" Harry asked awkwardly,
"Well level 3 in this part of the hospital, the west wing, is the ICU level." Melissa answered with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Oh." Ron mumbled darkly.
"Hey don't worry, just because he is in ICU doesn't mean he is going to die. In fact I have only had three ICU patients die on me in the last month." Melissa lied; the actual number was close to fifty. The elevator door opened to reveal a glass door with ICU painted in huge red letters.
"Come on kids, don't just stand there." Melissa said as she opened the door for them. One by one the kids walked into a door and into a hallway. Melissa quickly led them down the hallway, waving at a couple of nurses who waved back. She stopped next to a room and smiled at the group.
"He's in here, but it is policy to only let one of you in at a time." Melissa said dropping her smile a bit. Ron looked at Harry and Ginny who both are looking down at their feet. They all knew who should go first. They all knew it in their hearts.
"Fred you go first." Ron spoke out and Fred looked at him and whispered a small thank you. Ron just nodded his head at Fred before sitting down on some chairs and waited for his turn.
Fred wasn't thinking when he shut the door on his family. He just wanted privacy so he could talk to George. Although he would bet that he might have to deal with spying. He laughed, why didn't I take those ears with me? Fred sighed as he looked at the sterile room. He always hated hospitals. He hated the smell, hated the looks, and hated the sounds. The beeping of machines, and the sound of forced breathing from the breathing machine, only made him feel like a little child again. He was frightened. He hated himself for that.
He didn't want to look at the silent figure on the bed, a breathing mask over his mouth and nose, tubes and wires everywhere, his eyes still two buttons. Fred sighed as he gently kneeled down beside the bed and held his brother's butchered hand. He looked sadly at the lost fingers before he kisses the hand and forced a smile on his face.
"Hey gorgeous." He whispered to his brother sadly.
"Hey gorgeous, ready for tonight?" George asked Fred as he wrapped his arms around his brother and watched as Fred once again was fixing his hair.
"I look like shit." Fred spat out trying to fix his untamable hair.
"You look good, stop worrying so much." George replied with a giggle as he fixed his brother's tie.
"I know it is just that this is such an important night, I want this to be perfect." Fred said again running and drenching himself with cologne.
"Whoa tiger, hold up on the cologne. She is going to take a sniff of you and burn her nostrils." George replied taking the cologne out of his brother's hand.
"You are you taking to the dance George?" Fred asked as he tried to fix his hair again. George was silent for too long.
"I think Angelina." George replied as he just stuck a comb though his hair. He wasn't worried about looking perfect, there was no reason too, he wasn't trying to impress anyone.
"She is a good catch; you should ask her out George." Fred replied as he straightened his robe.
"We are just friends." George replied tiredly. He was sick of having these conversations with his brother; I don't need you pressuring me into a relationship.
"That's a shame. I wish you would ask someone out." Fred said and George was suddenly mad. Why Fred? You can't live your perfect life with Alicia until you get me hitched. Am I holding you back from your new life?
"You need to find someone George. You need to start living life." Fred said again with a cheesy smile as he finished getting ready not noticing that George had stopped.
Start living life? Is it too much to remember our life before Alicia? We had a life Fred, and I liked, no wait, loved our life. I hate this new life you are forcing me into. I don't belong here, I am lost here, and I can't deal with this pain anymore. I want us to go back to what we were and not what you left behind. You are leaving me Fred and it hurts.
"Fred, you are so full of yourself." George replied angrily as he threw the cologne bottle to the ground as he stormed off leaving Fred to stand there and watch his brother with shocked life.
"George…"
"Shut up Fred. I am sick of your shit. Goddamn it that stupid bitch has you so worked up. She is destroying us Fred." George screamed at his brother kicking a book across the room.
"She is not."
"Look at us Fred. When was the last time we actually spent time together? The only time I see you anymore are late at night or in classes." George spoke again, his words one of pain and disbelief.
"Don't blame her for this George. She has nothing to do with this." Fred spoke next and George eyes widened at the words.
"Then who is to blame?" George screamed and Fred snapped.
"It's your fault." Fred answered without an inch of remorse. George heart broke.
"How is it my fault?" George whined, it can't be my fault, what have I done to damage our relationship?
"This is a big step for me and you are not even trying to support me." Fred screamed at George and the younger twin shook his head with anger.
"What about us?"
"Its time to grow up George" Fred answered bitterly as he walked out of the room leaving his brother in the room sobbing into a pillow. George screamed into the pillow out of agony. A door knob twisted and George looked at the door half-wanting, half-dreading to see Fred. Instead the door opened to reveal Lee. Lee took in the state of the poor boy before walking over to George and taking him into his arms.
"What's wrong George?" Lee asked kindly brushing the other boy's hair out of his face. George just dug his nails into Lee's shoulder as he sobbed on Lee's chest getting his tears all over Lee's Indian formal robes that his mom imported for the special dance tonight.
"It's not fair." George whispered into Lee's chest.
"What's not fair George?" Lee asked again and George smiled.
"He broke my heart and he doesn't even care." George responded and Lee sighed.
"Who broke your heart?"
"Don't make me tell you." George whispery resounded and Lee sighed as he tightened his hold on the fair skinned boy.
"I'm sure he didn't mean to." Lee said softy trying to calm his friend down.
"Lee can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, anything?" Lee replied with a smile.
"You like me right?" George asked and Lee froze for a second.
"Yeah, why?" Lee said remembering George turning him down months ago.
"Why do you love me?"
"You are smart, nice, handsome, and innocent."
"Innocent? You think I'm innocent?" George said with a bitter laugh. Lee gently pushed George close to him letting his hands travel to George's hips.
"You are the most innocent person I have ever met. I love you George, let me help you forget about whatever boy who like." Lee said as he rubbed his hands up and down George's back. After a couple of times Lee let his hands travel a little bit further than he should have, until he cupped George's ass. George jumped and quickly threw the arms away from him.
"Lee stop it. I don't like you like that." George whined. Lee just rolled his eyes as he put his hands on George again, this time on his knees, instead of the back.
"I am just trying to help you George. I can make you forget about him, trust me George, let me show you." Lee whispered as he let his hands travel up the legs, getting different reactions out of George. First it was alarm and then pleasure, and then hesitance.
"I can't forget about him." George responded as he tried to push Lee's hands away but didn't. He hated to admit it but it felt so good, he couldn't help but shiver. I don't like him but god it feels so good. Maybe just for the night…I mean what do I have to lose?
"You can, let me show you how." Lee said with a large smile.
"You can get better George. You just have to keep trying. I swear I will be here every second to guild you. We will wake you up and then we will be who we always were." Fred whispered tapping on the buttons covering George's eyes.
"How will we know when you wake up if those black buttons are covering your eyes? It doesn't matter; by the time you are ready to wake up they probably will find the curse and reverse it. So don't sweat it brother." Fred said sadly as he leaned over and brushed the messy, tangled, dull, hair that his brother loved so much. Fred knew he was shaking as he took a breath.
"You were raped, even though I expected it; it still killed me to hear that word come out of that doctor's mouth. I'm sorry George, I'm sorry I left you. If I would have stayed everything would have been fine. You would have been fine, Hermione would be fine, and everything will be perfect again. I swear little brother; I will never leave you again." Fred cried out restraining himself from collapsing on top of his broken brother.
"Visiting hours will be over in five minutes." Someone said over the intercom. Fred glared at the intercom before turning back to his brother.
"Don't worry, I'm staying with you. If the doctors have a problem with that than they will have to drag me kicking and screaming." Fred said gently touching a gross looking cut across his face. Not surprisingly in five minutes two policemen had to escort a screaming red haired male out of the hospital, with his family following the policemen silently, each too tired to care anymore.
Chapter is done, I cant tell you how frustating this chapter was. I had so many different ideas and conversations for this chapter that I was debating which ones to use and which one not to add. I had three different nightmares that went anywhere from peaceful to dow right disturbing(they will become more disturbing as the story progresses) but I finished, Its done.
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