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Fred couldn't tear his attention away from the window. It was the only thing he could focus on. He didn't focus on the hushed voices on the outside of his bedroom door, the rapid mumblings of his mother and the quieter voices of his father. He didn't focus on Ron's sleepy questions or Draco's sharp disbelief. He didn't focus on the ghost in the attic adding to the noise nor did he listen to the cries of the burrow, a place too old. He just stared out the window watching the trees beyond and the movements of animals.
Every so often Fred's ears would pick up a word or two that his family was yelling. Words like, "can't let this happen again," and "we need to do what is best for this family." Then sayings like, "that is not for the best," and "I can't believe you are actually thinking about doing that." Fred tensed as his breath refused to travel though his stressed body. He bit his lip harshly before focusing on all his attention to the window again. He closed his eyes tightly trying to drawn out his family and instead listened intensely to a tree hitting against the window, thumping up against it, like powerful knocks.
"Fred was cursed…" Fred wrapped his hands across his ears as he focused more on the window, always switch the attention span. Fred bit his lip harder as he counted the stems hitting the window. One, two, three…don't listen to the people.
"How?" Ron, definitely Ron screamed in outrage. Draco also mumbled something illogical and Fred drew up from the conversation again as he stared out the window again.
"It's too unsafe…" Fred bit his lip for a third time as he stared at the moon smirking rudely at him.
"Its time we talk about choices…" Fred groaned as he clutched his hands over his ears tighter knowing and refusing to believe what his mother was talking about.
"It's for the best…" Fred wanted to open the door and tell her to just shut up, he wanted to strangle her, but instead he just bit his lip until he tasted blood and even then he wasn't satisfied.
"He is too dangerous…" Fred allowed himself to give off a little muffled scream as he hit his head out of frustration.
"We just can't have him living…"
"Molly, what would you want us to do?" The stressed voice of Arthur was heard.
"Maybe, maybe we should look into…"
"Fred?" The whispered outcry of George interrupted the deadly conversation and Fred turned away from the door and forced a smile on his frightened face.
"Hey George, how are you feeling?" Fred asked putting a shaky hand on George's forehead and frowning at the heat that radiated from George's dried out skin.
"I feel gross." George admitted leaning on Fred's hand like if it was a net. Fred smiled weakly as he gently shifted so he was lying down next to George.
"Yeah, you were definitely not doing so well earlier." Fred whispered brushing some hair out of his brother's face.
"Yeah…"George stared at the bed and fell silent as if he was remembering something than he gasped, "Oh my god. What happened? I can't remember…what did I do?"
Fred twitched at the helplessness that George sounded and looked down. He was silent for a while as he tried to figure out what to say before finally sighing, "George you told me a fairytale." Fred knew he didn't need to say anything else and the fact that George suddenly went instantly white and was shaking his head rapidly only proved it.
"No…I would never…oh god, I jinxed you. What…why would I do it?" George asked brokenly, his mouth suddenly beginning dry and he instantly felt nuisance. Fred watched in alarm as George shot up from the bed and turned around staring at the room as if it was completely foreign and George didn't stop mumbling to himself, "I wouldn't. I must have been sick…why….am I that fucked up. Oh my god…I'm not safe to be around. I can't be here anymore, I can't be by anyone. I'm too fucked up. Sorry, sorry Fred, I didn't…I couldn't…I need to be locked up."
"No," Fred yelled jumping up and holding his brother completely still, "it wasn't your fault. It was Lee not you. We know you would never do anything like this." Fred yelled staring into his brother's eyes and trying to make him believe. George just sighed.
"What am I going to do with myself?"
Circles, always circles. How many times in your life will you say a certain phrase? Five times, a hundred times? Fred knew exactly how many times in the last ten years he said, "it was not your fault," it was two hundred. Two hundred times he said the same words in sad dreadful times that one person is choked up in grief and Fred was filled with sadness. Never before had that phrase been so wrong.
It was midnight when his mother opened his door and asked rudely if George was still awake or not. Fred said no and Molly mumbled a little thank you before sitting down quietly on the bed smiling sadly at the sleeping clone of Fred. Fred puckered up as he waited for her to speak with rapid breathing. Molly sighed and Fred sighed, the conversation was beginning.
"Fred, I know that the last year had been wither difficult for you and I want to tell me how proud I am for dealing with everything so well." Molly started staring at the silent form of Fred.
"Go on mother."
"We gave this a good shot…"
"You talking about George."
"It's hard after someone came back from being kidnapped. A lot of times they are too severely traumatized to fit back into normal society. Sometimes they need some professional help to get them ready to be in society again." Molly said carefully and slowly trying not to show the shakiness in her words.
"You want to take him to a psychologist. Fine, I'm all for that." Fred agreed easily, after all every rape victim should see a psychologist.
"Honey," Molly said wrapping her arm around Fred's shoulders and sighing, "We believe that he may need more help than that."
"What are you saying?" Fred asked, looking at Molly in alarm.
"He needs to in a place where they can monitor his dreams and make it so that no one could use any form of magic on him."
"Mom?"
"We think it would be better if we take him to a special mental hospital that specializes in strong magic." Molly said sternly before looking down, waiting, always waiting.
"I don't want him to." Fred whispered miserably before leaning over George and holding him tightly.
"We don't want him to either baby but…we talked to a lady who specialized in sleep related spells and they said that they can help find a way to make him stay in this…help him stay away from Lee, like put a wall between George and Lee. George will still be in Lee's fantasy but Lee won't be able to touch him anymore or something like that. She said that with time she may make it so George can actually have a good night rest again." Molly said tiredly as she too joined Fred in looking at the window as if there were fireworks outside.
"How long will it take?" Fred asked brokenly running shaky hands though George's tangled locks.
"At least six months." Molly's answer was short and withheld any real emotion, she had been feeling dead lately, like she was just a walking shell.
Before Fred could open his mouth Molly interrupted again, "But sweetie, the thing is that he has to be at the hospital for how ever long it takes and if they can actually help him then the family will only be able to visit him two times a year."
"No, I do not accept. My brother stays with me." Fred nearly raised his voice but stopped afraid to wake George up.
"Fred, it is for the best."
"No."
"Honey…we already made arrangements." Molly admitted looking down not wanting to see the reaction on Fred's face yet she knew he was horrified.
"When?" Fred demanded to know when she made the arrangement. Molly sighed.
"Remember when he was released from the hospital and the healers gave me a list of pamphlets to look at? When I sent you away they told me about this program and gave us her name and number and after what happened tonight I called her. Her name is Susan Smith and after thirty minutes of talking we both decided that it would be better for George and for everyone else to send him to her hospital." Molly finished finally looking into her horrified son's eyes.
"And…" "He leaves on the day after Christmas." Molly finished and Fred protested but Molly ignored him and just kept walking out of the room and into the safety of the hallway. Once there though she couldn't help but collapse as the rest of her family yelled and pleaded, but she was stubborn and everyone knew it.
Fred stepped into the warm dry summer day as if in a trance. Kids were playing, parents were talking, teens were gossiping, yet none was speaking. It was like Fred could see a shadow of them moving but they themselves were stopped dead. He continued walking knowing that somehow this was important. When he saw a figure, standing on his thrown, walking by some rich houses, his dark skin teasing him. Fred suddenly saw red and started to dart for the man when the man said something that made him stop.
"I waited twenty-four hours for him to leave the house. He finally did leave at about thirty hours, fifty minutes, five minutes, and thirty seconds. He looked so good in his black snug jeans and his nice form fitting shirt. I wanted to surprise him, you know jump out of the brushes when he was walking past. Look, I even bought him flowers, red sunflowers, made from my very own blood. Do you want one?" Lee asked holding out a bloody sunflower, it petals collapsed from the combination of heat and the weight of the blood.
Lee just went on talking, "I thought he would love these but when he got close I chickened out. So instead at night when he was asleep I broke into his messy apartment. It was so much fun. I got to watch my angel sleep peacefully. Some nights I would pull a chair up and just stay all night beside his bed watching him. So I broke into his house and made my way to his bedroom and once again watched him sleep but this time…oh this time I wanted to stand. You see this time I took my sunflowers and crushed them in my hand. You know I squeezed that damn flower together so tightly that it crumpled into a hundred pieces. Then I sprinkled the flower pieces on George while he was sleeping. It was so beautiful my blood on George, my blood on my lover, I owned him then."
"I cut my wrist next, not deep just superficial and I rubbed it across George's lips and poor George was so sick at the time he didn't even woke up. He looked so beautiful with my blood, so perfect, like he was a life-size doll. He was so perfect that I almost gripped George's face in my hands and fucking squeezed it until he woke up and screamed. I wanted to hear him screaming and crying it is music to my ears."
"Why?" Fred grasped afraid to know the answer and Lee had the nerve to laugh.
"There was a little problem in my plan though, he loved someone and even when I isolated him from that someone he still only loved that asshole who he shouldn't love. SO I made this as a punishment for him, this is what he gets for fucking being disloyal to me. I loved him and he…so I thought what other punishment can I get for him…"
"Fred, you and me we are enemies, you are a glued blockage that stands between George and I and I just can't take it anymore. He belongs to me and I will get what I deserve one way or the other Freddie. But first Freddie welcome to my wonderful world, please enjoy your stay and watch out for those soul suckers. Now, I have been nice enough to develop a game of sort for you to play so you won't stay bored."
"What if I don't want to play?" Fred ventured staring at Lee in full disgust; his disgust grew when Lee laughed.
"Oh I think you want to play." Lee said with full confidence staring at a couple of kids playing in an empty barren alleyway.
"Why is that?" Fred asked still staring at Lee, holding his wand tightly in his gasp.
"Let's just say that if you don't than a sneaky cat will die." Lee finished with a wide smile and suddenly Fred was on the ground shaking. Oh my god George!
"Leave him out of this Lee." Fred screamed and Lee laughed again.
"You know what, that was exactly what George pleaded as well. Man, he was crying and basically threw himself to the ground and begging to release you from this curse. He even offered to let me steal him again just to release you. It was so pathetic."
"Fuck you Lee." Fred suddenly screamed standing up and forcing his wand to touch Lee's bare neck.
"If you want to kill me than kill me fool but if you do the pussy will drown." Lee added and smiled when Fred quickly lowered his wand and stared at Lee in anger.
"What's the game Lee?" Fred asked in defeat and hated every second of it.
"Its simple find your brother." Lee answered lazily with a radical smile creeping on his evil face.
"That's it?" Fred asked because he knew there was a catch.
"You are smarter than you look Fred, sad that George isn't as smart as you. He is pretty dumb right? I mean you were always the mastermind and he was always the helper. You apparently are the smarter of the two."
"I don't give a shit about who is smarter than whom." Fred yelled causing some of the villagers to stare at the two glaring figures.
"Okay fine, how about this. I give you three hours and in that three hours you have to find your brother or he will die." Lee added before mocking Fred's outcry.
"Three hours?" Fred screamed, this place was so big.
"Okay since I am feeling generous I will tell you that he is not in this village, the castle, the garden, or the beach." Lee said casually.
"What if I refuse?" Fred asked and Lee smiled again.
"Then he will immediately die." Fred glared at Lee and regrettably accepted, Lee smiled, and Fred frowned.
"Good, then get going and have fun." Lee called out proofing up a map and handing it to Fred. Fred gave him a wondering look and Lee smiled once more.
"I don't want him to die either Freddie."
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George could feel an itchy rash developing around his eyes and he knew the reason why. He was having a allergic reaction to the fabric softener that was used on the blindfold. He sighed and rested his head back on the wall as he once again jerked his equally itching hand. The only thing that happened was the medal chain of the handcuffs chuckled against the pole. George sighed again, this was quickly becoming unbearable.
He sighed for the third time because ultimately that was the only thing he could do. Speaking was pointless, he couldn't move his feet or hands, and his head is itchy from the wet and drying blood. He groaned as he rested his head again, he shouldn't have rejected Lee…
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Fred sighed as he started on a trail. The trail was beaten and abused, its soil so uplifted that all nutrients had been sucked dry years ago. Fred couldn't believe what he was doing, heading in an unsafe, unstable environment with his brother's life on the line. His legs were painfully being torn by rose thorns and his pants had large holes all over them. He was sweating from the extreme heat, the beads of sweat rolling off his body in strides and hitting the ground with a powerful burst. He soon got worn out by the heat and the addition of a dust storm and he doubled over taking deep breathes as he held his shirt over his nose to protect him from the smoldering dirt. He quickly pushed himself to his feet as he looked at the watch twenty minutes had already past.
Keeping the shirt pulled over his nose he pushed himself onward feeling overpowered by the powerful strong winds and painfully sharp sand but he keep going focusing on each step. The only thing on his tired and frightened mind was what Lee had said. If he didn't find George in time…
His body ached from the extreme winds, his lips chapped beyond belief and it hurt to open his mouth. His body screamed at him to stop, to rest, but he refused to listen to his body. If he stopped now his brother was as good as died.
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George heard something moving behind him and he straightened up and tried once more to untie his hands. He was mad, at Lee, at Kelly, and at himself. Why did he allow fear to paralyze him, why didn't he fight back when he had the chance, and he knew that he will never get the chance. He knew that he will never get the strength to stand up to Lee. He frowned and groaned as he gave up knowing that every feeble attempt at escape is furtile.
He jumped when the pole he was handcuffed to was banged by something and his body vibrated in impact. He shook as a response to the shock and heard something being sharpened against the pole and he instantly grew restless again trying to yank himself free from the horrible pole. He stopped when the pole was slammed again and instead he tried to catch his breath as he listened to someone playing with two sharp objects pushing them together.
George didn't want to admit this but he was scared…he just wanted someone to get him out of this mess….
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Fred was shocked at what he found, a strip joint, Lee made a strip joint? Fred stared at it in deep disgust but still…Fred pushed open the door and instantly regretted it. He was met by four somewhat attractive strippers in different positions and dirty old perverts watching them with hands deep in their pants. Fred wiped his hands on his pants with upmost need as he looked around. Would Lee take him to this place…wait I really don't want to know? Still maybe someone will know…maybe someone would recognize George…would it hurt to ask?
Fred instantly flipped though his wallet and took out a picture of George and looked around trying to find out who to ask first. He looked to his right where the strippers were…performing…and to his left was a bar with eight to ten deadweight losers drinking shots. The bartender with an unkempt appearance and leather clothes didn't look in any mood to talk but Fred decided to talk to him first.
"Excuse me mister?" Fred yelled out above the shouts for more shots from the already too drunken men around him. The bartender doesn't even look at Fred as he goes about giving out the shots but Fred wasn't discouraged.
"Excuse me mister?" Fred yelled louder and the bartender quickly looked toward him and then instantly looked away without interest. Fred shook his head in disbelief at the man before slamming his hand upon the table.
"God damn it, pay attention to me. I am looking for my brother, he looks exactly likes me except he has a mole on his neck, have you seen him?" Fred begged practically throwing himself at the bartender shoving the picture into the bartender's face. The bartender blinked and went on serving his clients drinks. Fred stared at the guy in shock.
"Please help me he is going to die if I don't find him." Fred tried, the picture shaking in his hands from the tension. When the bartender went on doing what he was doing Fred screamed a little and turned to the clients, showing the picture to the clients and asking the same questions.
The clients all did the same thing; they just looked down and continued drinking. Fred screamed again out of frustration and started to the more adult side of the strip bar. He walked around the clients first thrusting the picture in their faces and demanding that they tell him if they have seen him or not but none did. All the clients did was whistle at the strippers and hold up money at the barely dressed women. Fred yelled at the clients again, cussing and cursing them, demanding them to open their mouths but all remained as silent as dolls. Out of outrage Fred jumped on the stage and threw one of the women off, the woman didn't even scream just allowed herself to fall flat on her stomach on a moth bitten flooring.
Fred waited for any signs of outrage from the workers or the clients but no one said or did anything, they just continued on with their day. After hearing another hoarse whistle Fred lost it and grabbed another stripper by their throat and pushed them into the wall and yelled into her face.
"What the fuck is up with this place? I need help, fucking help me." Fred yelled in anger but his anger was diluted by agony and pressure. He waited in silence for any form of response but nothing came from the hallow body he was holding roughly in the moldy wall.
Finally he looked into her face and could clearly see that she wasn't real. Well…she was dead…controlled by strings. Fred turned to the other stripper noticing the same thing. Fred stared blankly at the clients…why didn't he notice earlier. Standing back he watched the body fall harshly to the hard unforgiving floor.
Puppets, they were just puppets, not real people, puppets? Fred turned around sharply looking back at the bartender, why didn't he notice how the bartender was in a never-ending loop. How the customers at the bar, as dirty and disgusting as they were, never had any beer in their flask. Fred turned around at the audience again and blinked.
He blinked more than once but couldn't say for the life of him how many times as he felt a cold unexpected chill run though his body. Staring at the puppets again he turned and left the strip bar unsure what his next plan was but he tugged on staring at the sun in disbelief as he went. If he would have looked around he would have seen the stripper door open and but he wasn't looking.
The walk was more tremulous than the last. No longer is it hot and dry now it is moist and burning. Fred could practically see the sweat dive off his body in a suicide pact. Fred desperately wanted to stop, stop and rest, but he knew he couldn't stop. If he stopped now he might never get himself up again.
He stumbled though, and tipped a couple of times, even once fell, but he pushed himself up. He was covered in mud and his clothes clung to his skin like a baby would hang onto its mother. His hair was full of sweat making his neck feel weird and irritating. He checked his watch, only thirty minutes left. Still staring at his watch he tipped on his own shoes and fell flat on his face causing instant shock as the smell of blood alerted his other senses. Holding his nose between his left hand he pushed himself up for the tenth time this day, the blood squeezing out between the cracks in his fingers. Fred tried to remember what to do if you get a blood nose, is it you raise your head or lower the head?
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The blindfold was yanked over his head but George still kept his eyes shut. He didn't want to see Lee, couldn't take it anymore. Yet when warm water was poured over his head he swiftly opened his eyes and stared around feeling his heartbeat quicken and his breathing become softer and filled with a tease of terror. Someone was bending down in front of him and George turned his eyes refusing to meet the eyes of the enemy. Something warm gripped his chin and tried to turn George's face but George fought the person. All he received from all his troubles was a smack across the face and a painful shove backwards. George released a moan, the person chuckled, and another said pussy.
Finally George slowly allowed the person to turn his face and a middle aged man came into view. George blinked at the man and looked at the other person. The other person was definitely Lee but who was this person?
The man chucked at George's reaction before turning to Lee, "man he's adorable." Lee nodded with an odd smile.
"Told you John." Lee added bending down next to John and stroking George's cheek. George jerked backwards accidently hitting his head in the progress. Lee just weakly smiled sadly at George.
"We have great news for you?" Lee whispered and John chuckled. George remained silent; he was gagged, and preferred it that way.
"Your brother is walking around here somewhere, isn't that great news?" Lee giggled before planting a light kiss over George's gag.
"Hmm…I can't wait to taste that delicious mouth again." Lee suggested before patting George on the head again.
"Now I promise I will be back later but for now John wants to play with you." Lee said pointing at John who licked his lips in response. George stared wide eyed at John before shaking his head pleadingly at Lee. Lee just laughed as he patted John on his back.
"Do your worst." Lee commended before throwing on his coat. John nodded his head not taking his hard almost silver eyes off of George.
"Where are you going?" John said dully after a long stare contest with the frightened man tied up.
"I'm going to say hi to his brother." Lee added and than smiled lovely at George, "I will be back in thirty, make sure by the time I come back he is cleaned up."
"We'll see." John added and Lee rolled his eyes.
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It had been three hours and he didn't find George. Fred pushed open the doors and stared in disbelief at what seemed to be a chapel. A chapel! Fred gasped as he ran though the reception area and into the real chapel refusing the yells from the 'receptionist'.
He pushed open the door and immediately blushed. The chapel was lined in roses. The walls was all roses, the alter was covered in roses, the empty guest seating was lined in roses, blue and red roses. The sounds of the organ alerted his ears at hearing such delicate delightful music. There at the alter was a bride and groom, both with their backs turned toward him. In the guest section only one man was there wiping fake tears off his face. The bride was skinny wearing a blue and white wedding dress with blue high heels. The groom was skinny and well dressed in the best expensive suit that a guy could wish for. The priest in front of the couple was fat and jolly wearing cheap blue robes and an overused tunic. In the audience sitting in a row all empty of roses and the hope of love was a man who face was hidden thanks to the broken lights above him. Still his fake cries and dry tissue gave Fred the impression that the person didn't really care at all for the wedding but was there just for mocking purposes.
The priest spoke, the bride shifted and the sounds of chains dragging across the floor could be heard echoing throughout the chapel. Fred shifted his eyes downwards toward her ankles and discovered skinny binds across them. That was when he also realized that the groom was holding her arm so tightly that she was bleeding. Wait, bleeding, dolls don't bleed. Then he stared at the groom, standing tall and guarded tapping his foot in eagerness wishing desperately for the priest to just get on with it. The bride stood hunched slightly and bent to a side as if trying to escape. Then it hit, she wasn't a bride and he definitely wasn't her groom.
Screaming out a no Fred stood before the priest. The bride stopped shifting, the groom's fist tightened around, and Fred saw red. Turning around he pushed the groom with as much force as he could master and smiled in contempt as he fall harshly to the ground. He smiled again as he turned to the bride, face hidden behind a solid black veil. Red hair shined beside the veil and Fred shook as he quickly took the veil off.
It was just a manikin, a manikin with a red wig. Fred stood back in alarm as he bent beside the groom and realized his dull wide eyes with large pupils. A life-size doll? A chuckle rang throughout the chapel and for a minute Fred thought that he himself chuckled out of madness until he noticed too late a figure walking up to him. Only when the bunt end of a gun hit him in his head did he finally recognize Lee who was leering over him with a bored and crazy smile.
Spots of light forced Fred to open his heavy eyelids. The first thing he saw was Lee sitting in a chair suitable for a king and wearing a crown on his pompous head. Beside him in an equally royal like chair was a middle aged man resting his chin on a walking stick. Both were staring at Fred with great interest as if they were studying him. Slowly he looked down and discovered his hands tied to the chair. He rolled his eyes slowly as he lowered his head as everything was spinning around. The only thing that he could really focus on was the sharpness of their eyes glaring into him, trying to rip his soul out. Slowly he rolled his head to his right and was surprise to feel something soft. Hair! He allowed his eyes to focus on his right and wasn't surprised when he found that person to be George, tied in the same position, head downcast, limbs limp, breathing loudly. Fred pushed his head into George's trying to wake him up but it was impossible, George was to out cold.
A snap and Fred focused once more on Lee who smiled nicely at him, once again John slapped the walking stick down on the rocky floor. Lee stood up; the walking stick came down once more. Fred straightened up but he was still having problems getting his sights in focus. He had no idea what was going to happen but he knew it wouldn't be good and he prayed that they will make it to another day.
Dripping, something was dripping, Fred looked around tiredly trying to find out what caused the dripping, he couldn't find anything. Snap, Fred moaned, John snapped the stick again. Lee had a knife, Fred barely registered the weapon, and John slapped down the stick again.
Fred watched in a trance as Lee walked over with the knife, Fred lowered his eyebrows, gave the fiercest glare we could master, and tried not to worry over the situation. When Lee bent down next to Fred and held the knife next to Fred's arm Fred turned his head so he was staring at his unconscious brother.
"Do you want to be identical twins again?" Lee asked in a soft, warm voice that seemed as fake as his happiness. Fred laid his head on George's shoulder and refused to answer. Sadly for Fred, Lee wanted it to be that way. Fred only looked back at Lee when Lee laughed.
"Look John, did you see the fear in those eyes? Priceless, I told you that I would scare him didn't I?" Lee asked cutting a steak on the table. John smirked and said something that Fred couldn't or wouldn't comprehend as he nudged George again trying to see if he was conscious or not.
It was the whisper of words and finicky fingers that made Fred know that George was indeed awake but was acting unconscious. Lee and John was joking about something and making bets about something but once again Fred couldn't seem to focus on the words.
Fred pushed his head harshly against George's and smiled when George replied the favor. Fred glared at Lee, now that he knew that George was fine it was time to deal with Lee. Fred watched Lee like a hawk as Lee scooped food onto a plate and put it in front of Fred and smiled.
"Eat." Lee half ordered as he poured himself food, John already was already chewing on some meat.
"Come on now eat, my mother spent all day on this feast you might as well enjoy it." Lee tried again tearing into his piece of steak with a pleased moan. Fred stared back in disgust and stared at the food as if it was poisonous.
Lee sighed before wiping his mouth with a napkin before turning to John, "fine, I guess the bitch isn't hungry. Oh well more for us then."
"He doesn't have to eat anyways; I mean look at all the meat on that one. I think he is ready for slaughtering." John added melancholy.
"Shh…we are getting him angry." Lee added jokingly before pausing and smiling a plan growing in his head. Apparently John was on the same mindset.
"Lee…"
"Yes John?" Lee added still staring at Fred, staring and chewing, always chewing.
"Tell me about your greatest night." John added and Lee smiled lovingly while Fred's eyes darkened.
"It was dark, the figure in my arms was completely still, his body limp, his mouth hung low. We were in my parents' old bedroom, just me and him. He was so…man I was so upset that I drugged him, I gave him too much and made him sleep for longer than I would have hoped. In the end though, it turned out to be a good thing as I was given time to strip the dreaded clothes off his perfect little body."
"Shut up." Fred screamed suddenly fighting against his handcuffs.
"Oh but then when he opened those gorgeous eyes," Lee stared but had to stop as he closed his eyes for a moment trying to collect himself, "man he was so…"
"I told you to shut the fuck up."
"He was so cute too when he first woke up, all confused and slow-like, he barely even registered me until I climbed on top of him."
"Shut the fuck up." Fred screamed and screamed and screamed but it didn't help.
"Man he seemed so startled when he saw me and then those cute little eyes changed to fear. Oh I would have…I just couldn't…knowing that I have him…have him naked and where I was…it was too much to…too much to deal. I needed him so badly."
"No, I refuse to hear this." Fred screamed and Lee nodded absentmindedly at Fred.
"The first time I kissed him it was magical, he tried to fight me, man was that so beautiful. Than the fun really started, he kept screaming at me, telling me to stop, yelling that this couldn't really be happening. I touched him, slid my hand down his torso. He screamed even louder when I pinched his nipples, honestly he was such a crybaby." Lee commented lazily enjoying the pain and anger that crossed across Fred's face.
"When my hand slipped lower it was like fiery passion erupted from within me and I didn't even know that I was punching him until he screamed. My hands slipped lower and lower and he gasped and shook his head feverishly as if by pleading he will get me to stop my advantages. But I didn't stop, I touched his inner leg and touched his lower belly and than squeezed that cute and adorable little…"
"Shut up, just shut the fuck up, shut up." Fred screamed, actually it wasn't Fred it was George. John laughed and Lee smiled.
"Oops, I guess it was a little to graphic for little Georgie here. Maybe I should leave out that when my fingers…he was so hot, and his mouth around my…god I need him so much. I want him again, now!" Lee added standing up. George shut his eyes in a broken response and Fred growled. Lee continued to walk slowly, getting closer to George, closer, too close. Fred lost it and screamed, George cried out a pleading 'please leave me alone,' Lee licked his lips.
"Fuck you Lee." Fred screamed and George stared at the approaching figure with his heart racing, too much, too much for a healthy adult, and Lee wouldn't stop coming. The only thing George could do, the only thing Fred was to close their eyes.
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Draco sighed as he stood behind the register at the joke shop. Costumers left and right was disappointed once again that neither George nor Fred was at the shop. Fred was supposed to be at the shop today but George had another nightmare and spent the whole night crying leaning on Fred for emotional support. Fred spent the whole night trying to calm his brother down and by the time Draco was up and ready for work Fred and George was passed out again.
Draco laid his head on the counter and stared at the clock, it was barely two, he was stuck here for three more hours. He yawned and sipped his soda, and turned the page on his magazine. Since it was lunchtime he didn't have to worry about costumers and for that he was grateful, he wasn't in a friendly mood today.
He heard something to his right and he lazily looked up finding Verity carrying out some boxes to stock. They smile at each other and Verity turns away blushing and Draco put down his magazine and smiled charmingly at her. She couldn't help but blush again.
"So this is the last box to stock and than I think we should open the shop again. The costumers are getting reckless." Verity added pointing to the door where some costumers were waiting eagerly for the door to open. Draco rolled his eyes and opened his magazine again.
"That's good, we shouldn't waste another minute at taking those poor suckers' money." Draco added and Verity laughed.
"You know I think it is so cute that you are acting like a ugly rich snob who can't admit when he is happy." Verity added smugly pinching Draco's cheeks hard. Draco jumped with a cry of pain before hitting her hands away softy.
"I find little woman who can't keep their little hands off of me just so damn adorable." Draco added pinching her cheeks in return. She laughed and leaned over the counter.
"Yeah and I love clueless guys as well." Verity hissed as she pulled some hair behind her ear and laughed at Draco, "oh I almost forgot you have a letter."
Draco blinked a couple of times before he finally registered what she had said. He watched as she pulled out a letter from her purse. The letter was brown with a huge M wax seal on it. He growled, it was definitely a Malfoy letter.
Verity stood impatiently in front of the counter, her legs spread, and standing on her tiptoes waiting for Draco to open the letter. When he finally did she leaned over more trying to see what the letter was. He rolled her eyes and read it out loud for both to hear.
"Greeting son,
I am sorry for your father's attitude earlier. He was just shocked a little. We both love you and would love to see you over the holidays. We are going to the mountains on Christmas Eve, please come.
I miss you my little sweetie pie,
Love,
Mummy Malfoy."
Draco frowned at the letter, small and nearly impersonal, yep such a Malfoy thing to write. Draco sighed as he threw the letter on the counter trying to gather himself up enough to know how he feels about the letter. Did he really want to see them again?
"Wow, your mom wants to see you again, that's great." Verity said after a long uncomfortable silence.
"Yeah, I can't believe it, the last I remember was my dad yelling that he has no son anymore." Draco added staring at the letter again. He just couldn't believe that his family, his, wanted to see him again. He almost smiled.
"Are you going to go?" Verity asked leaning over the counter comfortably. Draco sighed as he reread the letter again.
"I must right? I mean they are my parents."
"But what about the Weasleys? Verity asked softy, it was common sense that the Weasleys went all out to include Draco for Christmas. Draco sighed again.
"I don't know what to do. I want to go to both but I can't do that right?" Draco asked honestly. Verity nodded sadly at Draco and Draco went back to rereading the note. What should I do?
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Fred frowned as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. He stared out the window smiling at the snow covering the trees. He swiftly relaxed running a hand though his brother's hair. The snow was gorgeous, the house was alive with giggling babies and yelling adults, and Fred was smiling. He knew, just knew, that regardless if Lee ever let them go that George and him will be okay. They will fight their way to safety in the reality that Lee made up and regardless what Lee does Fred will find a way to get them out. Even if it takes years sooner or later they will escape and finally be normal once again. Fred closed his eyes and took an even breath as he smiled pleasantly. They will be free again and damn it George was not going to go to some mental hospital!
He smiled once again, "soon Lee, soon I will get my revenge." He didn't know that at the same moment in a house across time Lee was glaring at the window in disgust. Lee frowned as he whispered a hated, "soon Fred you will be out of the picture and he will be all mine." Lee than sat on his bed and waited, always waiting.
Two chapters left...
I hope to have this story finish by Christmas alhough it doesnt look like I will be able to.
I hope to have the next chapter out around the weekend of thanksgiving so we will see. Here is where the fun begins. Can anyone tell me who John is? He is the same person from the last chapter, look him up! I only gave his first and middle name, I am curious if anyone can figure it out. On another note, review!