Chapter 20 is up. This was a pain to write and I am not as happy with this chapter as others but umm...enjoy.

Yes hitachiin90 won the challenge. John Wayne Glover, (1931-2005) was a rapist who loved elderly women and was said to have had the worst crime scenes...on a note every serial killer and killings have the worst crime noted so that didnt say much. Yeah, good going hitachiin90, I wanted to find a criminal that not everyone knew about. So yeah, just because of that I will promise you no more people will get hurt in this story.

Okay enough is enough, here is the chapter, enjoy.

It was two days before Christmas and the tension in the burrow grew instead of vanished. It was supposed to be a jolly day, with all their family at the Burrow, even Percy and his girlfriend. Bill and Fleur arrived in a jolly mood telling tales about some cool things that happened at the bank and their new house. Charlie was all excited to be at the Burrow carrying buckets of gifts and tells about dragons. It was at suppertime when the joy died and the family was hit with a strong sense of awkwardness that no one spoke. One of the reasons why the joy died was that Cedric and Alicia was spending today and the next two days with Hermione's parents thanks to a court order which made everyone mad, especially Ron. Then Draco was gone, spending Christmas with his family which was sad for the Weasleys because they had grown attached to him. The thing that topped the bad news, the thing that ruined the whole holiday was the news that George was going to a mental institution.

As it was it was dinner and no one was really talking to each other, it was just a clutter of chewing and drinking. George wasn't eating, just stared down at his hand. Not more than thirty minutes ago Molly told him about the institution. He had never felt so at a loss. His family was giving up on him. Molly had told him that it will help but George knew better. When he goes to the institution then he will fully be Lee's and no one would be able to stop it. George turned his attention to Fred who was just staring at his food in disgust, his face more disjointed then George had ever seen him. George stared back at Molly and smiled weakly. He wasn't a Weasley anymore; he was a parasite, something that was a burden, something that didn't deserve to live. Then why should I stay here? Why shouldn't I just hand my body back over to Lee? I belong to him anyways. It would be so easy, just tell Lee next time when he is asleep that he will meet him somewhere. What is the point anyways, my life ended already why not let Lee finish it for me. I have nothing to live for anyways. Fred had already replaced me with Draco, my mum hates me, and my dad won't look at me in the eyes anymore. Maybe it would be better if I was gone. It is time to stop fooling myself, my body and spirit belongs to Lee, it is time to give up.

George stood up, his screeching chair was the only noise in the Burrow, even the ghost was silent. Almost immediately his mum begged him to sit down and he almost did, knowing this was going to be his last meal with his family. No, not his family, just strangers. Somewhere in the back of his mind it registered that he was being overdramatic but he shook it away. No, his family betrayed him, gave him over to some wrenches that will never care for him. He wasn't going to go to some mental hospital, even if that means sacrificing himself; he refused to go to any hospital.

He almost tore up as he stared at his family who had no idea what he was about to do but he caught himself in time. His mouth was completely dry and he could feel the angry words pushing against his clutched lips. There was so much he wanted to say to his family, so many hurtful words that will make them feel how he feels right now but he swallowed it.

Molly stood up and tried to pat George's back but George darted away hitting the wall closest to him painfully and after a minute of surprise turned to his mum and glared. Her hands shook as she tried again getting the same reaction.

She shouted, "We are only trying to help you."

He replied almost brokenly, "It won't help me." She bit her lip and he sighed as he leaned his head against the wall.

"Honey just give it a shot." Molly tried again reaching for George only to get the same feeble attempts of backing up from George.

"No." He said, his words laced with anger, of betrayal, of last attempts of argument.

"You have no choice in the matter." Molly replied and George smiled darkly and nodded his head.

"You are right mum, I have no choice." George finished as he started his way up the darkened stairway still mumbling under his breath, "I have no choice, I have no choice, I have no choice…"

George laid himself down on his long comfortable bed as he stared at the ceiling deep in thoughts. He had a smile on his face, the first smile in ages, but he knew it was just a comforting mask. He picked up the pamphlet from the institution that Molly had so gracefully placed on his bed and opened it. He read though some of it but the picture of the room, small and locked, made him tremble. He got out of one abduction just to be put in another and no one seemed to care…how fair was that? He dropped the pamphlet back onto the bed and rolling around he pushed his face against the nearest pillow and screamed, he screamed and screamed and screamed some more. When he was all hot and sweaty and no more screams were there to release he couldn't help but break down. Curling into himself he allowed himself to cry, still half wanting to scream, half wanting to pull all his hair out.

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Fred dropped his spoon as he went to stand up. Molly immediately stopped him. Fred stared at her with anger but she shook her head as she sat down again. Ron stared at her as well but instead of anger it was one of sadness. He didn't want to have his brother locked up in some institution. In fact everybody was gloomy and downcast, even Arthur who for once was lost for words. It had been a family dream to have George come home, and now that dream is going to be ripped to shreds. Even Percy, who had just decided to talk to the family again, was maddened by the news. In fact he was so mad that he knocked his plate on the floor and stood up urging his girlfriend to stand up to. Molly jumped up begging her son to sit back down but Percy refused and left, his girlfriend following suit. Fleur and Charlie were as silent as corpses, their color drained from their faces, this was the first time they heard about the institution. Only Bill seemed to bear the news okay as he asked his mum honestly, "if it will really help him than do it. If it will get my brother back than do it."

Still the glares and puppy eyes that Molly received from the family was enough to break her heart as she lowered her cup and closed her eyes tiredly. She finally stood up and headed over to the counter pouring some more brandy into her cup and swooshing it around in her cup before bringing it to her lips. She swallowed the drink in just one slip and slammed the cup back on the counter harshly.

"It is for the best," She said, and her voice was full of pleading. She wasn't saying this statement but whether asking her family, was it really for the best? Her family just lowered their eyes and stared at their untouched food. Only Fred was still staring at Molly, watching the way she looked so defeated, so broken. It was hard to see his mum looking so miserable but everyone else looked the same way. Fred knew, even him looked broken. It happened, it will happen, and it will end sometime. How will it end, how will the family ever be happy again? Fred stood up, no one stopped him, and he didn't expect them to. They knew, he knew, she knew, the family was gone. Emotionally the family was distant and nothing except maybe a shooting star could ever connect them again. It was over, the closeness was deceased, so what was left over?

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It was ten, the clock said so, and George was still staring at the ceiling going over his life, and trying to figure out who was the real person responsible for ruining his life. The easiest person to blame would be Lee, for he did the most damage, destroyed him whole. Yet, Lee wasn't the only person who hurt him. The first person to hurt him was Fred. Not physical but emotionally, Fred was the first to crack his shell. It was Fred who he trusted and depended on the most, it was Fred who he thought about when he first woke up and the last thing he thought about before he fall asleep. It was Fred who threw his feelings to the side as if he didn't matter. It was Fred who purposely ignored George for months leaving George feeling abandoned and overwhelmed. It was Fred who was so foolish that he never realized…never realized the problems George was having.

George sat on his bed shaking terribly as Fred flopped happily on his bed and turned on his side looking at George with a wild smile. George stared down at his feet again as the door opened once again and there stood Lee smiling at the twins in a friendly way. Lee only had that smile on when both Fred and George was together…the smile was more seductive when only George was in the room. Fred waved hello to Lee and Lee happily returned the favor as he flopped down on his own bed picking up his potions book. Fred turned his attention back on George.

"So George what did you feel was so important that you had to take me away from Alicia?" Fred asked jokingly but George wasn't even paying attention to Fred anymore, his attention was glued on Lee. His lower mouth shook almost violently and he gripped the bed sheets tightly in his fist as he stared at Lee in flight.

"George, come on buddy what is so important?" Fred whined trying to get his brother's attention but it was pointless. He looked at his brother again and noticed that he looked a little scared. Fred looked at to where George was looking but only one that he saw was Lee. Fred turned back to his brother.

"George, earth to George." Fred yelled, hitting his brother gently on his head. George stared back in surprise; he forgot his brother was here.

"Wha…at?" George asked shaking as he stared at his brother with heavy eyes. Fred gently put a hand on George's cheek and asked whether softy, "what is wrong George."

Still keeping his eyes on Lee he sighed and relaxed his head on Fred's hand whispering the words, "I just feel like I never see you anymore. It is so bad that I wanted to hang out with my brother?" George flashed a look at Lee who nodded his head, George looked at Fred.

"Of course not George. Sure we can hang tonight but can I tell Alicia so she will know?" Fred asked politely and George sighed again and rolled his eyes.

"Sure," no please stay, "Just come back okay?" Don't leave me alone with him. He won't stop harassing me about dating. Please, I am afraid that if I don't say yes he is going to hurt me. Please, don't leave.

"Of course George. I will be back in ten. I promise." Fred replied as he jumped up from his bed and ran out the door. George watched him go biting his tongue as he turned back to Lee. Fred left him alone with Lee. Lee was silent for a while and George allowed himself to relax, thank god Lee wasn't going to ask him out again.

What George didn't know was that Lee wasn't planning on asking, he was going to demand it. George waited for Fred to return staring at the clock overhead, watching as the second hand tick past then the minute hand, ticking shifty ahead. When the hour hand moved he laid his head against his pillow and closed his eyes knowing that Fred wasn't coming back. He was hurt as he thought about his brother flirting with Alicia, hugging her, kissing her…he felt betrayed. She was more important than him…when did that happen?

He heard springs bounce and he shot his eyes open, the room in complete darkness. He blinked, wasn't the lights just on? Light echoes of footsteps could be heard and George crawled up into a tight ball bringing his blankets high over his head. He listened to the sound of deadlocks clicked. George blinked as he jumped up staring around wishing he was smart and would have gone with his brother to the safety of the common room. Instead he was stuck here in the dark with some sneaky monster but George wasn't going to be staying here any longer. Jumping out of bed he ran to the door not even thinking about how he left his wand back by his bed, all he cared about was getting outside the door.

Bam, he fell to the floor with a surprised gasp. His back screaming in the immediate pain that followed. Light busted though his slanted eyelids and he blinked as Lee bent down and smiled. Lee bent over him and shoved a pill down his throat.

"You will never remember any of this." Lee hissed as he waited for the drug to work.

George never did remember that night and Fred barely arrived in time, and Lee managed to make a lie that Fred would believe.

George snorted when the door opened and he turned his head to Ginny and propped his head downwards as he smiled defeated at his younger sister. She bent down and touched his knees as she tried not to cry.

"I'm sorry that mom is making you go to such a place." She yelled an apology and George nodded.

"Its okay lil sis, I know you had nothing to do with this." George answered and Ginny laid her head across his shoulder.

"You know how lost I was when I heard what happened to you? I was so broken; Harry and I both were completely lost. I thought I would never see you again and that alone almost killed me." Ginny said and George froze as grief consumed him.

"I thought I would never see you alone either sis." George admitted before looking at the clock, "I am tired now. I think I should just go to sleep."

"Of course, good night George. See you tomorrow." Ginny added putting a kiss on his forehead. George smiled back, forced, and immediately felt shame for what he was planning.

"I love you Ginny, always remember that." George said looking down at the ground. The door shut and George turned his head to the side staring at the empty bed of Fred's. He held back tears as he shut his eyes, tired beyond belief. The last thing he thought was, Fred…please don't be mad. I loved you the most and only want you to be happy. Find yourself someone who loves you and you love. Don't shy away from love Fred. You always have my heart.

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George stumbled across the rocks as he walked barefoot to Lee's castle. He would have gone to the castle sooner if he didn't run into Kelly. He told her of his plans and she pleaded with him not to do it but he shook her away from him. His mind was set, his chess piece already moving, his body accepting. It was time to finally free himself from his pain and horror. Free himself from his memories and nightmares, his thoughts driving him mad. It was all over.

George smiled as he spotted Lee standing in the middle of the hall of the castle, his robe hanging on the floor, his eyes set on George. George laughed at Lee. Lee crossed his eyes. The hundreds of manikins twisted their heads toward George already moving toward him but George didn't care. He just stood in front of Lee and laughed, somewhat brokenly, somewhat manically.

George collapsed on his knees in front of Lee and continued to laugh, his twin's wand in his arm, a spiteful gleam on his face. Lee watched his pet with interest trying to see what his little slave was up to. He knew he wouldn't be disappointed. George dropped the laughter but still smiled.

"I am done, you here me. I am giving up." George yelled in the midst of the manikins circling him. He giggled brokenly as he spat at Lee, "No more will you make a fool of me. No more will I make a fool of myself. No more will I allow you to rape and torture me. My body may be yours and you can do what you want with it but my heart will always belong to Fred."

Lee glared at the name and looked around before staring at his plaything. The manikins were approaching George now, with George pointing the wand high at Lee. Lee turned his eyes to the side watching the sun setting.

"I am giving my body to you Lee. I am no longer going to try to run away from you or hide from you. I am yours as I should be." George continued to scream even has a manikin pulled him by his ear.

"But my brain and my heart won't let my body be used over and over again. SO I finally realized that there is only one way to go." George yelled aiming the wand at Lee and struggling to hold the wand steady at Lee as the manikins yanked and pulled and cut.

"What are you thinking about George?" Lee asked his voice pleasantly rich in such a giant building. George spat once more at Lee and laughed.

"I know this will probably backfire on me, I know that you will probably kill me but I have to try, I have to try." George said pain in his high pitched voice as the manikins cut his leg deeply.

The manikin was struggling with the arm now and George didn't know how much longer he could hold the wand up. A manikin grabbed his throat harshly and George immediately gasped as he hit the manikin harshly making him fall backwards. Still breathing roughly George managed to scream out an "Avada Kedavra" right before a manikin knocked him down. He collapsed under the weight of the manikin and he screamed under the crushing weight of the stuffed doll. Finally he threw the doll off of him and stared at to where Lee is laying dead…only to find him standing up and laughing. George shook his head as a manikin broke his wand before holding him down, other manikins doing the same thing. Lee was the one smiling now.

"Oops you missed." Lee cried out in laughter. George laughed back.

"It doesn't matter because you are going to kill me now and even if you don't you will eventually kill me. Either I kill you or you kill me but either way I will be free from you." George shot back before a manikin clapped his mouth shut with its hand. Lee laughed again.

"You are right. I am going to kill you now but it will be such a shame as well, I mean someone as beautiful as you could have lasted easily four more years. Too late now, Avada Kedavra"

Lee smiled as he dropped his wand and George shook in his brother's arms. Fred glared at Lee and Lee shrugged as if it was just a game they were playing. Fred too was shaking but out of anger as he glared at Lee.

"Damn, your brother saved your ass." Lee joked and Fred tightened his hold on his brother.

"I will get you, you fucking good for nothing little shithead." Fred hissed and Lee laughed.

"Oh how cute. Big brother taking care of his younger brother."

"Leave us alone." Fred screamed glaring at the manikins and Lee.

"No you leave us alone. He is mine."

"He is not yours, he will never be yours." Fred screamed in outrage, his scream so powerful that it shook the castle's foundation.

"Just wait Fred, one day you will go to bed or you will go and take a shower and the next thing you know you will be seeing your brother, dead and cold." Lee purred, his words mixed with poison, Fred tightened his hold on his brother and tightened his fist.

"Over your dead body." Fred spat out and Lee smiled once more before he disappeared. Fred felt sharp pain in his stomach like someone had just stabbed him. Yet he wasn't bleeding. He was breathing, and was solid, and everything was normal. That was when he noticed that he was back at the Burrow. His brother curled up in a ball, him too shocked for words.

Is it over, did Lee finally let them go, or did something else happen? Fred gently rubbed George's back absentmindedly still horrified at seeing Lee's wand pointed at George and George laughing in return. George shook at the feel of hands on him and Fred instantly took away his hands and sat back watching George intensely.

"What happened?" Fred asked politely and George frowned.

"I just wanted everything to be over." George replied after a second of pulling himself together. Fred bit his lip but remained unemotional as he waited for George to continue, when he didn't Fred sighed and looked away.

"George what happened?" Fred asked again, this time more sternly and more needy than before. George picked at some loose threads on the blanket before looking up at Fred, his face masked in pain. George sighed this time.

"I tried to kill him. I stole your wand and walked right up to Lee and pointed the wand at him and whispered the killing curse but I missed. Then he decided to kill me and I didn't see any reason to try and avoid the spell. I have nothing to live for anymore."

"That is not true George; you have so much to live for." Fred softy uttered making George actually stare at him a strange expression on his face.

"Fred…I am going to take a shower, is that okay with you?" George asked softy watching his brother as if in detail. Fred looked at the clock before nodding.

"Yeah, buddy. Go and take a shower." Fred answered patting George on his back. George smiled nicely, but when he spoke the urgency could be heard from miles away.

"Will you be here?" George asked and Fred stared at him in confusion.

"Of course I will." Fred answered slowly trying to be as supportive as possible. George smiled with haste, Fred didn't get the question. Fred smiled with the same haste, thinking he got it. George gingery picked himself off from the squeaky bed and walked to the bathroom picking up spare clothes along the way. Fred smiled wearily as he watched his brother leave the room before collapsing on the bed altogether. He wanted to sleep so badly.

"Will you be here?" George asked Fred in a upset mood. Fred laughed a bit as he shrugged.

"Of course I will brother. Where else would I be?" Fred asked smiling madly, ruby lipstick still pasted on the collar of his white stripped dress shirt. George rolled his eyes as he rolled on his back as he watched his brother eyeing himself in the mirror. George rolled his eyes again and shook his head in disappointment. Fred turned around focusing on his brother for the first time today and frowned, crossing his arms across his chest and raising an eyebrow.

"Well…where else would I be tonight?" Fred asked acting all collected and calm-like. George couldn't help but notice their differences. The ways that Fred was becoming more and more his own person and the way that he didn't want to. It was the way Fred was out scouting girls while George couldn't seem but notice that he wanted to have Fred selfishly all to himself. The differences were eating George away and Fred couldn't see it.

"I don't know maybe LaLa land." George joked throwing a pillow at Fred. Fred rolled his eyes as he looked at himself in the mirror again.

"I told you I will be right here buddy. All day long, tod…tomorrow will be just us. I promise." Fred agreed with a sly smile and George gritted his teeth in annoyance.

"Okay you better be." George whispered and Fred shrugged smugly.

"Hey, I will always be here." Fred said with a wink before shutting the door. George just shook his head and sighed slowly before turning back and climbing on his bed. It was getting late and George just wanted to lie down and listen to Fred talk about…anything really. He just wanted his brother.

George slid down the wall until he was kneeling in the bathtub enjoying the warm water that showered down on him. He smiled as he pushed some of his hair out of his face and stared at the shower curtain, watching the curtain as if it was the most interesting thing. He allowed himself time to collect himself as he thought about what happened in the other reality. He smiled again, mostly because his brother saved him. His brother despite everything had shown up and saved him. Isn't that what good loving brothers do?

He frowned slightly as he raised the temperature up again trying to get himself warm, yes nice and toasty yet the water refused to get any hotter than warm. Of course most people, smart people, would have just gotten out of the bath but George refused to leave. Even slightly on the cold side a shower was wonderful. He felt himself slowly closing his eyes, allowing himself a piece of peace in the steamy bathroom. He relaxed against the side of the tub and smirked. He never wanted to leave this shower.

Fred waited patiently for his brother to return to the room, while almost patiently. He couldn't stop fidgeting and staring at the clock wondering when his brother was going to return. After thirty minutes Fred decided to give up and go to the kitchen. Not only was he thirsty but he was also hungry. Fred was half way to the kitchen when he heard the familiar sound of the doorbell. Twisting around Fred gave up on the kitchen and went to the door peering though the peep hole. All he saw was a halo of yellow. Confused beyond belief he asked though the door, "who is it?"

"Geez Fred you don't recognize me?" Draco shot back and Fred smiled as he opened the door giving the most idiotic look that Draco had ever seen before.

"Draco, what a surprise. What happened?" Fred asked allowing the angry looking blond snob into the house. Draco was still looking close to agitated tears as he flopped down on the couch. Fred sighed as he sat down next to Draco and hesitantly patted Draco on the back. Draco let out a little sob that he covered with a cough and jerked away from Fred looking more hurt than Fred had ever seen Draco before.

"My family…the letter…was a fake." Draco managed to get out though angry breaths.

"What do you mean?" Fred asked staring at Draco in confusion. Draco laughed spitefully.

"I went to our cabin like the letter said only to find out that my parents sold it two months ago. The new owners of the cabin said that my parents not only sold the cabin but their house too. My parents never wanted to see me; they told the new owners that I was killed in the war." Draco started staring at the wall feeling disjointed and ashamed at his family. Fred sucked in some angry words as he patted the younger boy again.

"Well, at least you still have us." Fred added kindly looking at the Christmas tree standing in the middle of the room, its massive thistles cluttered in bulbs and other decorated decorations. Draco looked to feeling put out.

"I know Fred but…"

"We are not your parents." Fred finished for Draco turning to him and giving him a sly smile before staring back at the tree.

"My Christmas is ruined." Draco finished before standing up. Fred stood up too, his hands in fist as he glared at Draco.

"Stop it." Fred ordered and Draco stared at him blankly.

"Stop what?" Draco asked impolitely glaring back at Fred.

"Saying that Christmas is ruined. How do you think we feel? Percy once again ran off, my family is all mad at each other and unsupportive of everyone. Finally the day after Christmas George is going to be taken to a hospital. How do you think my Christmas is going to be, how about George's?" Fred snapped out before feeling sick again and using the wall as support he shut his eyes. He could feel Draco's eyes on him, the way that Draco was peering into his soul. When Fred opened his eyes again Draco was standing beside him looking at Fred sadly.

"That sucks." Draco said and Fred stared back at him and frowned.

"Everything is falling apart. How much more will it take to completely break everything apart?" Fred whispered and Draco couldn't answer him, couldn't even find anything to say, because Fred was right. Everything was broken now all they have left was each other and hoped that they can help each other become happy again. So Draco did what any person would do, he just put a hand on Fred's shoulder and looked around as Fred whispered once last phrase.

"The end is coming."

"The end is coming, run, run." A boy shot out. George was frozen watching Harry cradle the corpse of Cedric as if by doing that he could bring the boy back. People around him was yelling, crying, moaning, shivering, yet George was only frozen. He could hear Fred yelling beside him, Fred's words one of shock and fear, of pain and outrage. George could only watch as if in a daze as Harry shook Cedric trying to wake him up, urgently trying to wake the dead up. Cedric wasn't budging. The scream of terror from Cedric's father matched the cries of Harry as he sprinted to his dead son. Alicia was crying, screaming in terror as she watched somebody she knew and loved dead and broken on the sandy floor.

Ron was yelling as well, calling to Harry, but his voice was lost in the crowd. Hermione was as white as a ghost and leaning on Ron, crying horribly as Harry yelled, "he's dead. Voldemort killed him." Someone was shaking him, whispering something to him but he couldn't comprehend it as he watched Harry be ripped off of Cedric by Moody and carried away.

The crowd was still a mix of terror and shock as they watched Cedric's father crying over his son and Dumbledore whispering in his ear although what he said George couldn't tell you. George didn't want to.

"We need to check on Harry." Hermione suggested as she watched Alicia and Katie crying into each other's arms.

"We probably won't be able to." Ron said his words sounded far away and forced.

"We have to try." Hermione said and the group was silent as they watched friends screaming and hugging together, others darting toward the castle. George stared at Hermione.

"Come on." Ron ordered and Fred was up in a minute and George finally pushed himself up still staring at the lifeless body of Cedric. The father in mourning uttered a whine of outrage as he screamed, "Why."

"Why? Why do bad things happen?" George asked himself as he stared at the bathroom mirror. He waited for his reflection to answer him and was slightly mad when he received none. He sighed before going back to brushing his hair shaking slightly at the sad figure in front of him. I have to grow up; I can't be a baby anymore. All I do anymore is feel sorry for myself I cant do it anymore. For now on, I am going to be tough. No more being a baby. The next time I see Lee he is going to be toast. Even if it kills me I will kill him.

George smiled as he thought about killing Lee, beating him into a bloody mess and throwing him in the grinder, showing him what it is like to feel afraid of someone else. Yes, he will have his revenge.

Knock, knock, George sighed, someone was at the door. He rolled his eyes as he continued to brush his hair but apparently the person wouldn't give up. By the third knock George slammed the brush on the counter and stared at the door.

"What?" He yelled as he pulled up his pants not even moving to buckle them.

"George I need to use the restroom." Fred called from the other side of the door and George cursed underneath his breath.

"Why don't you use the other bathroom?" George asked rudely staring at himself in the mirror again.

"Mom and dad won't let me. Please buddy, I am about to have an accident." Fred begged and George could imagine Fred doing the bathroom dance. With a smirk George smiled and opened the door expecting to see Fred desperately in need of the bathroom. Instead he was face to face with a frightening scene.

Fred was standing there, eyes wide, with two masked men holding his arms behind him, a wand at his neck. Before George could even comprehend what was happening one of the masked men focused their wand on George and yelled, "Locomotor Mortis."

I'm so evil...I cant believe I just did that to the Weasleys.

One chapter left to go...dont let the suspense kill you too much.

hitachiin90 you should have known that I couldnt keep that promise....

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