Okay, so in the last chapter there was a comment about the dinner conversation and I wanted to clear a couple of things. First of all, I haven't said what spells that Lee had used on George for torture during his kidnap so Lee could have really messed with George's mind. Also, George is suffering from PTS disorder which is normal for rape victims and at least for a couple of people I talked to they sometimes hear things that anent being said. It is like they expect people to think badly of them so they hear it even though no one said anything mean or harsh…

What else?

Yeah, eight chapters left until I finish my first chapter fic. Okay, so another question…is the length of the chapters a put off? I mean would it be better if I shorten my chapters or keep it the same?

Thank you everyone who replied. Please keep it up. Since school started and with work my hours to work on this fic is getting pretty slim so please the more reviews the more time I spend on this fic. I know I sound like a nag but please):

Okay enough of my rumbling, onto the chapter:

George walked along the ruined path as he listened to the echoing of his feet. Something was wrong here, what happened to the city. All George could see for miles and miles around is the bridge and the water beneath. George sighed as he took a step on the bridge listening to the sound of the gentle waves beneath him and the wooden bridge creaking as the wind swept though it moving the bridge sweep back and forth, back and forth. George glared at the bridge, not liking the layout; the bridge looked too weak to hold even the smallest of weight.

Picking up a shiny pebble George threw it across the bridge watching as it bumped throughout the bridge before falling off a hole half way though and falling. One hundred, two hundred, three hundred, it took ten hundred for the pebble to hit the cranky sea below. Shakily George closed his eyes as he slid his foot in front of him, feeling the difference of sensations between cracked cement and rotting wood. The wood felt moldy and weak, the wood shaking from just the addition of his foot. George winced. Shakily he started to walk across the unsteady bridge, watching the boards below him like a hawk. He knew the bridge was unsteady, knew that his weight may be too much for the holey boards but he had no choice, he must continue on.

He started on the bridge trying each board out before putting his whole weight on them. Each board was the same, shaky and loose, and the sound of cracking wood could be heard. Still he continued on, hoping that this bridge was going to lead somewhere new, somewhere where Lee couldn't find him. Somewhere in the back of his mind someone is yelling to him that he could wake up if he had to and that he shouldn't be afraid anymore. He was though, he was still deathly afraid. He was half-way though when he heard a new sound, or whether he heard an absence of a sound that he should hear quite loudly and regularly. He looked toward the ocean with fear as he noticed that he hadn't heard any waves for a couple of minutes. In fact as he peered over the side of the bridge he noticed that the sea looked as it was being sucked away from the shore. Afraid he turned to the ocean and noticed a wave forming, a huge wave, and his eyes widened. Oh shit, a Tsunami. He looked around in horror trying to find high ground. Finally he spotted a hill. Giving the forming wave one last glance he sprinted across the bridge feeling the bridge creek underneath his feet. He never stopped running as he crossed the bridge and started to run though the tiny meadow. The hill was steeper than he thought it would be and he found himself on his hands and knees pulling himself up the hill by yanking on plants and putting his feet in rabbit holes. Above him he could hear the birds franticly flying away, he could clearly hear the bridge behind him creaking with the sway of the wind. He could hear the pressure in the wave forming, could hear the water gathering up upon itself. He could hear his own breathing rapid and dense. He continued up the hill scratching his legs in the process, hitting his elbows against rocks and ragged pieces of glass. He kept climbing, getting closer and closer to the top of the hill while the giant wave brought a giant shadow across the land, bringing George into a shadowy hue so dark that George nearly couldn't find the next plant. Damn it, though, he wasn't going to give up. George was sweating as he got nearer to the top and the wave crashed down upon the beach and covered the bridge with the water mixed in with sand. George kept climbing and the wave was getting closer, crashing over trees and a little shack near the bottom of the steep hill. George growled when he noticed that there were no roots, plants, or holes near the top where he could grab onto. If he wanted to get up the hill he was going to have to try the old fashioned way. He moved a hand up feeling nothing there that could help and he felt himself beginning to slip. Groaning he wondered if he will make it if he stayed here.

The wave was now breaking the breaking shack down and the wave was making its quick wave to the hill. George gasped at the height of the wave; he could feel the intensity of the wave, the power of the massive wall of water. He also discovered something else; the wave was tall enough that it was going to smash into him. The only way to avoid the killer wave was to get to the top of the hill.

He tied to grab onto anything so he could continue to pull himself up but it was impossible, he was going to get no help in getting to the top. Yet, the top was close, so close, that he thought he could get to the top by jumping. George looked down before looking at the wave and finally looked up and frowned. He wasn't going to take the jump. After all, he wasn't stuck here anymore, all he needed to do was close his eyes and he would be safe at the burrow. The only reason he hadn't closed his eyes yet was because he was here on a mission. He was going to fight Lee; he was going to make Lee take this dreadful curse off of him. Then the only thing he had to be frightened of was nightmares and memories. First thing first, make Lee give him up.

The wave was approaching him swiftly as he turned to face the dreaded wave seeing the broken pieces of mildewing wood from both the bridge and the shack spinning around in the wave. He tried to tell himself that he wasn't afraid, tried to remind himself that he could get out of this if he needed to, but seeing the wave rushing at him petrified him to his core. Tsunamis kill and he was stuck hugging tree roots like his lifeline.

The wave crashed against the side of the hill, causing the wave to turn a tangy brown as dirt and rocks broke off the hillside. George tugged onto the roots with all his might, not noticing that he was safety above the collided watery mess. He could hear the rocks falling off the hill and flopping into the water, could feel the force of the wave as it cracked a large rock right below him. It was also the rock that George stood on. George could feel the rock breaking below him and so he wrapped his hands around two of the roots of a giant tree.

The rock gave way and George was now hanging off the roots with a death grip as he tried to find something else to rest his feet on. His arms were starting to shake with sparks of pain as George relied on the roots to keep him up. George tried once again to rest his feet on a little rock but it was too far away from him to reach. Another two minutes and George felt like he was lifting weights at the gym for three hours. His arms were like jelly. George bit his lip as he tried to lower the pain of the feel of his arms stretching. Another ten minutes at his arms were vibrating from the pressure. George couldn't remember how to return back to the other reality and that bugged him because he should remember. He was only thinking about those twelve minutes ago but he couldn't remember.

George could feel his hands slipping and then he realized that it wasn't him that was slipping it was the whole tree. The tree was tipping over the edge of the cliff; George could clearly see the apples bobbling. George, in a brave attempt, tried to grab a hold of a root of another tree, but the tree that he was holding onto had another plan.

Before George could grab onto the other root the root was flying and George was jerked along with the tree. George screamed as he started to fall into the violent water below him and he held onto the trunk of the tree for comfort as the tree hit the water.

The pressure of the current of the wave separated the tree from George as it dragged George deeper into the wave and the tree in the opposite direction. George held his breath the best he could as the current dragged him along and he found himself getting hit by little rocks and piece of wood that stung him. Somewhere in the back of George's mind someone was saying in a boring monotone, "If you ever run into a Tsunami remember that Tsunamis are not one wave but a series of waves. Another thing to remember it isn't the first wave that is the most deadly it is the second."

George forced himself to the surface of the water and took a deep breath as the current continued to drag him toward the ocean, the pressure so intense that he felt as if a bull had just rammed him. He whimpered as he looked at the new forming wave, this one bigger than the last. Its massive form towered over him dripping its salvia of water on him and increasing the pressure around the breathless man.

"No fucking way." George whispered as his eyes went wide with the sight of the wave. It was way too big. He tried to swim back to the shore, like that would make any difference, but the riptide was too powerful. So he was just getting dragged to the wave, feeling crushed. He then smiled as he finally remembered that he could close his eyes and he began to do so but stopped when the wave reached its capacity. It was beginning to come down.

"Damn you Lee, I could just close my eyes. You can't kill me." George yelled to the giant wave as he watched it start its downfall. It was really an amazing sight, water, waves, giant waves, nature. Yes Mother Nature was at times more gruesome than man could ever be.

He didn't expect the wave to catch up to him as fast, it took him in surprise and he smiled at the wave as the start of it's watery wave misted water on George's face.

Suddenly without even a chance to close his eyes the waves crashed over him. George waited for the pressure to kill him, waited until the wave crushed his body to the point of no return. Yet the pressure never came. In fact George just floated in spot as the wave went around him. He was amazed at the wave, amazed at how it worked, amazed at its beautiful pressure, and amazed that it hadn't crushed him.

The wave stopped and George waited for the water to draw backwards but it never did. George frowned as he moved and as soon as he moved the water dried up and suddenly he could feel wind, powerful wind, pushing against his body. He could hear the wind too; hear its eerie cries and atmospheric whistles.

He turned around slowly and saw what he was already expecting. He was on top of a building. He shook as he hesitantly tiptoed to the edge to look over and his eyes widened when he saw how high he was.

"What the hell?" George whispered as he quickly stepped away from the edge.

"We are on top of Kings Reach Tower." A new voice said and shaking slightly George turned to face Lee.

"It's beautiful right George? It the fucking best thing you ever saw in your life right?" Lee started to yell moving too close to George for comfort. George scooted back and Lee smiled predatory.

"You fucking thought that since you can wake up that I can't hurt you? You think I can't make you mine?" Lee screamed again grabbing George and pushing him against the wall painfully. George gasped as his shoulder hit the wall but he made sure he glared at Lee in a stubborn way. Lee growled as he pinned George against the wall frowning at the pathetic attempt of bravery that George was putting on.

"I still own you George. I own your body, your mind, and your soul. You are mine and I am yours. That is how it should be." Lee said in anger as he shook George roughly making George hit his head against the wall. Lee smiled as George looked shocked and he felt his head. George felt something damp and he removed his hand to see red paint smeared across his head, no not paint, blood. Lee let of George and George in the midst of a concussion walked like a drugged lady, still holding his head, and Lee laughed when George lost balance.

"Damn it boy you are weak. Weak, weak, weak, look at George he is so weak. Look at him trying to crawl. Crawl, baby, crawl. Maybe you could get away from me before I take what I deserve." Lee taunted as George tried to crawl backwards.

"Crawl faster baby. I'm going to catch you." Lee said nastily as he took out a knife and made sure that George saw the blade. George glared at Lee before he noticed a lose rock near the edge of the roof and he began to crawl toward it.

"Where is my sweetheart going? What is going on in his little mind? Maybe he is thinking about me rubbing him until he is raw. Maybe he is thinking of flying. Maybe, and I mean just maybe, he wants to try something extremely idiotic." Lee said again as he casually stepped up to George. George whimpered as the rock was closer. Suddenly Lee started to laugh.

"What is Georgie going to do? What is he crawling from?" Lee asked callously. George ignored him as he picked up the rock and what was below made George start to shake. It was a picture, a picture that had been ripped to shreds. George studied the pieces like a chemistry equation, knowing that there was a way to put the pieces back together again.

"You want to know that the picture is? I will give you a hint it is old and damaged, new and raw, and deathly pale." Lee said with a lazy smile as he looked at the sky overhead, the powerful black clouds that were forming. George kept his eyes glued on Lee as he tried to figure out a way out of this. The only way he could think of was smacking Lee across his head with the rock.

Lee waited for the answer he knew he wouldn't be getting. After a minute he shrugged and continued to walk up to George, making every leisurely step he took be as suspenseful as he could muster. George held his breath as Lee got closer to him until George could feel Lee's hot breathes on his face. Without any warning George hit Lee over the head with the rock and Lee stumbled backwards holding his bleeding head as the knife slipped from his fingers.

George dropped the rock as he watched Lee stumble around on the ceiling getting to close to the edge for comfort. George bit his lip as Lee fall, and his body was half hanging off the ceiling. George waited for the pervert to go over, was ready for this nightmare to finally be over. Lee started to sloop more off the ceiling and George felt a twitch of excitement in his stomach. He wanted to see Lee died; he wanted to know that Lee could never hurt him again.

Lee completely slipped off and George slid to the floor feeling a weird sense of happiness as he imagined Lee hitting the ground. George couldn't stop the smile on his face. He sighed as he got up and started toward the door wanting to see the smashed body all over the roads. He opened the door.

"Boo." Lee screamed and George joined him in shock. Lee grabbed a hold of George's neck in a crushing grasp as he dragged George away from the door.

"You thought you could hurt me?" Lee screamed into George's face getting his spit all over the frightened red haired. George shook his head in disbelief.

"You fell over the edge." George screamed back breathlessly.

"Did I? Did I really?" Lee asked again in anger as he forced George on his knees next to an edge.

"I hit your head, you fell off. You can't be here?" George screamed back hearing all to well the cries of the wind, could feel the pressure of standing on top of a tall of a building far too well.

"I can't die George. I can't die in my own fantasy, don't you know that?" Lee laughed as he pushed on George's shoulders with his feet making George lean back over the edge. Lee purred at the terror in George's wide blue eyes.

"You can though," Lee said again pushing George even more, "don't forget to close your eyes."

George and Lee caught eyes with each other as frightened ones widened at the sight of calm ones. Lee grabbed onto George's arms and tried to hug the resistant man then without warning Lee scrapped George's arms painfully, digging a dagger that George hadn't seen before into the arms and dragging it down the length of his arms. George squealed in pain and Lee shivered with excitement.

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The room was a lit with a hellish red light as a scream woke Fred up with a jump. Fred's heart was pounding harshly against his ribcage as he registered where the scream came from. Turning over he was expecting to find George having a nightmare instead he was surprised to find George hiding in the corner next to the closet, looking around as if he just saw the devil.

Fred frowned at his brother as he went to stand up before stopping instantly. Beneath his dry hands was something damp. Frowning again he looked at his hand to find it resting in a small pool of blood. Fred panicked at the blood drenching his hands and noticed a blood trail that led straight to George. Panicking even more he ran over to George and started to look for what caused the blood. George jerked when Fred touched him but Fred didn't seem to have noticed. All he seemed to notice was the deep cuts on George's arm, some so deep that Fred could see the white of the bone. Fred could feel his stomach tightening as if someone had their large hands around the stomach and squeezing everything out. He shook his head as he grabbed his brother in a death grip. Fred could feel George shivering and he gently released George to get the blanket on the bed. Fred threw the blanket around George and then went to get his parents because he knew it was the right thing to do but George whimpered and begged his brother not to leave, to stay with him, and Fred gave in. Sitting next to his brother he kissed his head and raised his wand, muttering a spell, and the deep cuts were gone from George's arm. Fred was silent for awhile; just circling his brother's back comfortably until he knew George was calmed down.

"George, what happened?" Fred asked afraid that George was hurting himself.

"No…you aren't supposed to know. It's supposed to be a secret." George replied in a broken voice.

"Tell me George." Fred ordered and George swallowed the bile in his throat.

"I…there is no way to really explain what is going on." George replied after a couple of minutes, his mind going crazy about how to explain everything to his brother.

"Try George, please try to explain." Fred replied, his throat dry with fear.

"Okay, you know that your dreams can't hurt you in real life right?" George started and watched his brother's face for any sign of reaction. Fred remained unemotional.

"Go on."

"My dreams can hurt me; there have been hurting me for far too long." George concluded and Fred raised an eyebrow at George. George swallowed again as he noticed the question in Fred's eyes. Fred thinks I lost my mind.

"George…"

"No listen to me. My dreams aren't dreams nor are they nightmares. They are reality…well…not this reality but it is still a reality." George said and Fred looked really confused.

"George, are you feeling okay?"

"Damn it, don't you get it Fred? Lee cast a spell on me that won't let me sleep." George said again and once again Fred gave him a sympathetic look mixed in with worry.

"Don't look at me as if I am crazy Fred. I'm dead serious here. I don't have dreams or nightmares."

"Then what do you have?"

"Lee put a spell on me a day after I was kidnapped." George admitted guiltily.

"What kind of spell George?" Fred asked brokenly hugging his brother to him again.

"When I shut my eyes I wake up somewhere else. I don't know what it is really. It could be another reality, maybe Lee's fucked up mind, all I know is that every time I go to sleep in this reality I wake up in another." George said knowing that his brother was most likely confused by now.

"Then tell me about the other reality or whatever 'it' is? Explain to me why it would cause you to get those dreadful cuts." Fred asked kindly keeping his brother as close to him as possible, my brother lost his mind.

"Okay, it's a big place, not as big as London but it is pretty big. There is a town by a ocean, with a giant castle in the town. The town is bare of all habitats except for one or two people that I would occasionally see. The town is by itself on a strip of land with bridges connecting it to roads that lead out and in the city. The bridges are empty too and are really narrow and long which makes it scary when a storm comes in and the waves are higher than the bridges."

"How many bridges are there?" Fred asked and George tried to think back, counting the bridges in his head.

"Six." George answered and Fred nodded waiting for his brother to continue speaking when George didn't talk Fred sighed.

"Where do they all lead to?"

"One leads to a garden that is pretty until you step on it. One leads to a cave that I refused to go into. One leads to the beach which is calm until you walk on the sand and then it gets stormy. One leads to a farm, nothing bad had ever happened there yet, but the farm is more or less creepy. One leads to a meadow which happened to become my favorite spot. The last…" George trailed off, his hands shaking as he remembered the sixth bridge.

"What is past the sixth bridge?"

"The mental hospital." George answered in a shaky voice as he cupped the blanket closely.

"Okay, now explain the cuts, and don't lie." Fred ordered again and George blinked in fear as he closed his eyes and then remembering what happens he yanked them open again. He knew in this reality he had to be asleep for twenty minutes in order to wake up in that awful reality but he was afraid that if he shut his eyes that he wouldn't get them open again in time. In the other reality he just had to close his eyes to return, George always thought that Lee did something wrong with the spell that caused a quick escape if you needed to leave.

"You have to understand, I'm boxed in the area, and there is no way of escaping somebody in that reality. So when Lee wants me I have no chance of escaping him…"

"Wait, Lee is there?" Fred nearly yelled and George nodded weakly.

"It's his reality, why wouldn't he be there?" George whispered looking at the blanket darkly.

"Okay go on."

"Wherever I am he can get me. I always tried to escape him; I want you to know that, I never gave in. It didn't matter anyways; he always got me in the end." George whispered again, tears rich in his eyes, as he tried to force away the embarrassment he felt. Fred just wrapped his arms tighter around George and patting his back.

"Okay, go on."

"When he got me he would do whatever he wanted me to do. Those cuts that you saw today were because he stuck a blades in my arm." George admitted and Fred stared at him in total shock.

"What?"

"He got mad at me that I woke up, he said that I was supposed to be dead and because I wasn't dead I deserved his punishments." George whispered again and Fred glared evilly at the wall.

"George…"

"It sucks because I'm always in pain. If I get hurt in Lee's reality than I am hurt in this reality and I am always sore. Even today my body is aching, it was aching yesterday, and the days before that. Do you know what it is like being raped when your rapist is miles away from you? Do you know how it is like being tortured over and over again and knowing that you will be tortured again the next time that you sleep?" George asked in a whisper so soft that Fred had to press his ear close to George's mouth to hear.

"Its not true George, okay, it's all in your head." Fred said in a small voice, sounding too much like a twelve years old than an adult. George just lowered his head and grabbed his brother's hand.

"If it wasn't true than I wouldn't have gotten those cuts right?" George asked again and Fred shook his head, not believing that what George said could be possible. You are fibbing, right George? I mean how could that be possible, two realities, getting hurt from dreams, it can't be real right? Fred was silent for a long time just watching George with wide eyes.

"We have to tell mom." Fred said and George gasped.

"What? No, please don't tell her, just keep it between us please?" George begged but it was too late, Fred already had picked both of them up and started to walk them out of their room. Fred was reluctant in his journey to his parents room, not caring about George begging and crying and that both Ron's and Draco's doors opened. All Fred cared about was trying to explain this shit to his parents while trying not to make George sound completely insane.

He knocked on the door a couple of times, hearing George sobbing and trying to escape from Fred's grip and hearing Ron and Draco simultaneously asking what was wrong. The door opened in a couple of minutes and Molly stared at her twin sons in worry.

"What's wrong?" Molly asked and Fred turned his head to look at George with a sigh he let go of George and pointed toward him with his head. Molly nodded, getting the hint, and turned to George.

"George, go down to the living room please." Molly said and George wiping off the remaining traces of tears off his face nodded at his mother before running off. Fred watched him before turning back to his mother tears in his eyes.

"Mom, something is wrong with George." Fred managed to get out before nearly collapsing to the ground and if it wasn't for Ron and Draco he would have.

"Something is wrong with George, Fred." Alicia told Fred one night where they were the only ones in the common room. Fred turned to look at her, a questioning look in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" Fred asked with a frown.

"Haven't you noticed that he had been a little withdrawn lately?" Alicia asked again and Fred frowned before looking at the field around him. The yard was alive with thick green grass and little daises. Kids were giggling and laughing at each other as they walked past the great lake or lay under one of the trees. Friends were playing, girls were gossiping, boys were fighting playfully, and Alicia was lying on the ground in a little summer dress that was yellow and pretty. Everything was so pretty out here, so innocent, so pure.

"He's fine Alicia. I wish you wouldn't worry about him so much. He is a big boy and he can take care of himself. Everything is okay." Fred said with a goofy smile as he pushed some of Alicia's hair behind her ear. Alicia smiled as she kissed Fred on the side of his face.

"Fred?"

"Yes Alicia?"

"Promise me that you and I will always be together." Alicia whispered into his ear and he smiled back before kissing her nose.

"I promise." Fred replied making Alicia blush before kissing him gently.

"Fred?" Alicia asked again as she kissed him with her passion, he responded of course, and wrapped his arms around her to bring them even closer together.

"Fred?" Molly asked in a worried voice.

"HesaidthateverytimehesleepshewakesupinadifferentrealityandthatLeehurtshimthere." Fred said without taking a breath. Molly blinked at Fred before frowning, hearing enough of her son's statement to know what he was asking.

"Oh dear!" She whispered as she looked around at Ron, Fred, and Draco before sighing sadly.

"It's not true right? There is no curse that could do that right?" Fred asked again and noticing Molly's wince he felt sick.

"Son, it's true. There's a curse called the fairytale curse that a person could use to trap another person in an alternate reality that they make up. The curse allows the person to make the reality and everything they want in it as long as they stick to the tale itself. It's a tricky curse and not one easily reversed either." Arthur commented walking over and hugging his wife tightly to him.

"You are saying that Lee could have put the charm on George?" Fred asked and Ron and Draco both gasped.

"The nurses found out pretty early on and told us. The nurses told us that unless Lee died there is no cure for the curse." Molly added sadly.

"What? George is going to be stuck with that curse forever?" Ron screamed in anger and everyone else looked down in shock.

"There is something else too, if Lee kills George in the other reality he…" Arthur started but couldn't finish the sentence; it was too hard to say.

"Will die in this reality too." George finished staring at the floor moodily. Ron couldn't help but feel sick by this information; he would lose his brother at any time.

"Oh my god, no, it can't be true. I could lose you at any time." Fred cried grabbing onto his brother and holding onto him for dear life.

"I'm scared Fred, he told me next time he is going to kill me." George tiredly gasped out and Fred gave his parents a horrified expression before kissing George on the cheek.

"I wont let him baby. I promise you, I won't let him harm you." Fred replied wrapping his arms around his brother again.

"That's right, we won't let it happen." Ron screamed out and George gave Ron a sad face.

"You guys can't help me, you cannot go there." George replied resting his head on Fred's shoulder, he was so tired, so damn tired but he needed to say something else, "god I tried to fight back today, the stupidest thing I have done in a long time. That's why he got pissed, said that I am too confident now that I can wake up, says he will make it so I couldn't escape again real soon."

Molly gasped at those words as she turned to Arthur who had murder in his eyes, "I will like to see him goddamn try."

"Arthur, not now." Molly whispered and Arthur growled.

"I am going to kill him the minute I see him." Arthur yelled again and Fred blinked at them.

"Kill him, daddy, please." George whispered sounding full out exhausted as he rested his head against Fred's shoulder. Fred sighed as he quickly poofed up a chair and dropped George in the chair before kneeling down beside the chair and taking George's hand.

"He won't touch you George, I promise you with all my heart, that Lee will never kill you." Arthur growled again and Fred squeezed George's hand. George looked back at Fred and smiled shortly knowing that it was failing. Fred just rested his head on his brother's shoulder.

"It's going to be okay baby." Fred added.

"I know."

"I know Fred; I was just not feeling very good yesterday." George said lying on his bed with feverishly sweat running down his face. Fred laughed a little as he touched his forehead.

"I think you should stay here and rest all day today too." Fred said gently as he messed up George's hair a little. George laughed a little as he threw Fred's arms off of him.

"I think your right." George added and wrapped his blankets around him even more and yawned.

"Yep, a day or two and you will be as good as new." Fred said again punching George weakly in the arm. George replayed the favor.

"There is nothing to do here though; I am going to be bored out of my mind." George said truthfully making Fred roll his eyes.

"That is why, for the whole day, you have me to keep you entertained." Fred replied lazily and George laughed again.

"What about class?"

"Never really cared that much about classes." Fred replied easily as he pushed his brother a little so he could climb into his brother's bed. George smiled as Fred wrapped his arms around George and wrapped the blankets closer to them.

"Now my sick brother, go to sleep." Fred said and George smile.

"Yeah, sleep sounds good." George responded as he shut his eyes.

Fred watched George sleeping with an intensified glassy stare. George fall asleep about two hours ago and ever since then Fred had just been watching George. He was looking for any sign of discomfort or pain. He felt bad too, because he realized that George wasn't safe, and that Lee still had him. After everything that had happened, Lee could still do everything he wanted to do to George. Fred just sat there rubbing George's back and muttering an old lullaby. Fred didn't close his eyes for even a minute; the reality of what could happen was too blunt to allow his mind to calm down enough to doze.

It was only in the morning when George opened his blue eyes and looked around with a worried glance expecting to see Lee standing there smirking that Fred allowed himself to close his eyes. He didn't even say anything to George, just smiled exhaustedly and brushed a hand though George's hair before closing his eyes. His dreams weren't good though, he dreamt of waking up to see George dead on the bed, blood all over the place, George's eyes wide open to show his dull glassy eyes. Fred jerked his eyes open to see George curled up in a little ball, little sounds of despair flowing from him, as he watched the TV religiously. Fred cursed as he wiped the sweat off his forehead before crawling over to his brother and bringing him into a tight hug.

The twins stayed like that for awhile staring off at the TV before a knock interrupted them. Fred untangled himself from his brother as he yelled, "come in." Fred was expecting to see his parents walk in but he was surprised to see Draco standing there in his PJs and staring at the twins with an expression that screamed just woke up.

"Sorry to bother you two I just wanted to know if Fred was coming to work today." Draco said in an uncaring voice as he wanted for an answer. George looked at Draco in confusion and Fred looked at Draco in fear.

"Work? Where are you working?" George asked and Fred bit his lip.

"At our store." He answered and George stared at him cross-eyed.

"Is Draco working there too?" George asked in a nonchalant voice. Fred nodded and George raised an eyebrow.

"Oh…okay." George said again not knowing how he really felt about Draco working in his store.

"I needed help and he needed a job." Fred said again with a cheesy smile and George nodded.

"Is he good help?"

"Not as good as you but he is pretty good. He sucked at the beginning though." Fred replied and George couldn't help but feel a little hurt.

"How long is he going to be working there?" George asked again and both Fred and Draco bit their lips.

"At first he was only going to work until you are ready to go back to work but now…he is too good of a worker to fire. So he is going to be a full staff member." Fred replied and Draco smiled in gratitude. George just giggled nervously.

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"Hi." Lee said quite loudly in Louis's living room.

"What Lee?" Louis asked with disinterest as he picked up the newspaper.

"Mom told me to say hi." Lee said again and suddenly Louis threw the paper down and glared at his younger brother.

"Shut the hell up Lee, that isn't funny anymore."

"It's the truth Louis. She told me yesterday." Lee whispered again and Louis growled in anger.

"It is not. It is not." Louis yelled and then shook his head at his brother.

"Louis?"

"What Lee?"

"I'm going to bash George's head in." Lee whispered before breaking out in giggles. Louis looked down at the floor in anger.

"No, you are going to speak to a psychologist far away from George. You are going to be moving to Japan." Louis corrected Lee and Lee frowned.

"No, it's too far away, taking him too. We can see one together." Lee whispered again and Louis shook his head again.

"You already caused enough damage. You are going to move to Japan and you will never see George again, you won't write him, or you won't call him. It's over Lee. You lost, game over, say goodbye to your obsession. It's over." Louis yelled and Lee frowned.

"Why are you so mad? George should take my continuous interest in him as a blessing, not that many people have ever interested me. If I was George I would take it as a compliment." Lee responded as he took another slip of his whiskey.

"Stop it Lee. There are probably hundreds of Georges out there in the world. You might find one that actually wants to be with you and that you don't have to force into a relationship." Louis responded and Lee laughed.

"Oh yes, is that why you are dating Amy-oops I mean Kelly?" Lee asked stealing some popcorn from his brother.

"Please, Amy and Kelly are nothing the same." Louis responded uneasily.

"Sure, same blond hair, same hair shape and texture, same shape of body, same attitude, yes Kelly and Amy are nothing alike." Lee said with a smile.

"Amy was my friend when I was ten I had no interest in her."

"Bullshit, I remember when you were crying while dad raped her. You looked so heartbroken it was pathetic. Then he made you watch as he scrubbed her down with bleach and dump her pathetic ass by the lake. I remember how much you cried that day, it was embarrassing. I don't think you ever got over Kelly-oops I mean Amy." Lee replied in a teasing voice.

"Shut up, they are not the same?"

"Really…oh who cares? Anyways in my case there will never be another George in the world, he is truly one of a kind."

"You really think so?" Louis asked with worry in his voice and Lee smiled lustily.

"Damn, no one could ever replace him and that is why he must die. I must end my obsession as soon as possible." Lee said again and Louis shivered as he held onto his brother.

"No, not die, you are going to Tokyo and he will stay here. Therefore he will be safe and you will be safe. It is better this way." Louis said again and Lee smiled.

"When am I leaving?"

"We can't leave until April 1nd." Louis said again and Lee smiled again.

"why?"

"That's when my friends can sneak you out of the country." Louis recalled and Lee secretly smiled.

"What time on April 1st is we leaving and how?"

"Floo powder, at 3pm." Louis responded and then frowned, "my friends are on vacation until then. I don't know anywhere else to take you."

"That is like six months." Lee said with a tiny smile and Louis nodded with a dry throat.

"I know and the ministry is looking everywhere for you. That is why I am telling you to stay inside. Don't go outside; don't change yourself into a girl or anyone else the ministry workers are looking for that right now. Finally, don't write any letters to George or harass him in any way, the ministry workers are scanning ever letter that comes in." Louis ordered and Lee smirked.

"How do you know?"

"I work in the ministry, I overhear them talking, Lee I'm serious, they are going to catch on eventually if you keep this shit up." Louis yelled in alarm.

"Oh come on. I bet you would love it if they catch me." Lee said again and Louis shook his head.

"You are my brother; I don't want anything to happen to you." Louis replied again and Lee smiled.

"It will happen eventually, you know that everything will end. When I go down I will take him down with me." Lee replied and Louis frowned but didn't comment.

"Louis?"

"What Lee?"

"Mommy says hi." Lee said again before laughing. Louis broke out in a tiny smile before hitting his brother over the head with a pillow.

"Tell mom I said hi back." Louis said before hitting his brother with the pillow again. Lee laughed before throwing the pillow back at Louis.

"I will but only when I step onto the bridge of hell." Lee said throwing the pillow back at Louis.

"If you are going to hell than I am going to heaven." Louis joked and Lee smacked him with the pillow.

"What makes you think that?"

"I don't want to be stuck with you for all eternity." Louis responded and Lee smacked him gently across the face.

"Yeah, because you are not good enough to be around me for all eternity."

"No, it's because I'm the good person and you are bad. Therefore good guys and bad guys cannot be stuck together for all eternity."

"Louis, you are helping a torturer escape, you are just as bad as me." Lee commented and Louis rolled his eyes.

"If that is so then I will see you in hell little brother." Louis said sadly and Lee smiled.

"At least when we die our family will be together again." Lee said in a sappy voice that made Louis frown at.

"You think mom is in hell?"

"Where else would she be?" Lee asked in a nasally voice.

"She never hurt anyone." Louis said again, surely she didn't do anything that would make her deserve hell.

"No but she sat there and watched as dad beat us, watched as daddy raped your friend, she watched as he brought other women home. She wasn't a good person Louis; she was a whore and a broken mess. If she could sit by while dad is beating us then she deserves to go to hell too." Lee said darkly, dark memories flashing before his eyes as he growled, that bitch better be in hell. Louis shook his head in disapproval before holding the pillow to his chest.

"We deserve to go to hell Louis, and nothing will ever change that." Lee said without any inch of emotion as he looked at the pink curtains with urge. Do I want to go to hell? No, but at the same token I will hate it if I go to heaven. If I do go to hell than I want to really deserve to go to hell. I want to be the next Ed Gein, Ted Bundy, Albert DeSalvo, Gary Ridgway, and definitely I want to be the next Jeff Dahmer. No wait I don't want to be the next Jeff or Ed or Ted, I want to be more disturbing than them. I want my victims to be so dreadful that it gives the whole world nightmares for years. I want to hear kids making nursery rhymes and creepy stories about me. I want to be so famous that everyone knows my name and I want my victims' stories to be so heart-wrenching that no one could ever forget their names either. And…it will all start with my little estranged lover…and he will beg for my mercy when we meet again.

Done! What do you think? Hmm...I have to run to class now. Stupid night class.