What If Ch 14 Unexpected twist Go Mikey!, a harry potter fanfic

Rating: R

Warnings: Course Language, Anal, Male/Male, Sexual Situations, Rape, Uncomfortable Situations, Violence, Eating Disorders, BDSM, Suicide Attempts, Oral Sex, HPDH Spoilers, Mpreg

Parings: DOMINANT/SUBMISSIVE— Alex/Colin (Colin/Alex), Seamus/Colin (Colin Seamus), Dennis/Noah (Noah/Dennis), Charlie/Seamus (Seamus/Charlie), Mike/Ginny, Fred/Mike

. . . Story Begins . . .

"Love you." He mumbled as the witch and elves fussed over him. Alex knew that he was losing a lot of blood and quickly. The likely hood of him pulling through was slim. But he'd never tell his mate that. Colin felt something wet run down his cheek and the older reached, out, the smaller leaning closer so he could cup the flushing cheek, wiping the tear.

Alex was abnormally pale and looked tired, but he looked happy too. "We won." He muttered with a smile. Colin let out a sob and kissed the taller's hand, His brother hugging Noah tight, sitting on his lap across the room, the sandy blonde's head in the crook of his neck, shoulders shaking violently.

"I love you too Alex." Colin finally choked out. The older gave a chuckle and stuck his tongue out. The smaller couldn't laugh, he couldn't smile. He felt as if the frown was stuck to his face permanently, the tears starting to leak out constantly, hiccups leaving him. Alex closed his eyes and Someone was pulling him away from his Veela. He let out a scream and thrashed trying with all his might to get back to his lover. The door closed and his knees gave out. He hadn't even realized he was the only one left.

He let out a wail and collapsed into a ball on the ground. Was his Veela going to die? His heart was not just ripping, but shredding, his throat raw, and his face soaked. Dennis was rubbing his back and he whimpered. He hated it when his brother did that, it always made him sleepy.

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Charlie sighed and kissed Seamus' temple, the younger seated next to him on the floor outside the drawing room, the medi witches and house elves still inside. There were a few cracks and Noah stood, walking over.

"Charlie!" Mrs. Weasley dashed over and he stood, allowing the woman to fuss over his cuts and scrapes.

"I'm fine mum, really!" He laughed and shook his head. Harry Walked over and sat next to Colin, sighing heavily. Of course Draco would leave him there, fight with his parents. Made sense. He looked at the sleeping boy and Watched Noah run at Anasks, Danny and Micheal, each of them going teary eyed and the twins hugging tight. George pulled his Veela into a hug and Fred sighed, leaning against the wall. Anasks was hugging Noah now and Mike was hiccupping. Fred gave a small smile and rubbed his back, stumbling and raising his brow when the younger let out a wail, patting his head, unsure of what to do.

Hermione had her head against Ron's arm, both just standing there, his arm around her waist.

Mrs. Weasley went back to Arthur and they sat down on the small couch, talking with small smiles. Charlie walked over with Seamus and sat in front of Harry and Colin.

"Alex was hurt really bad." He mumbled. Harry flinched and gave a sad look to the restless boy. "The likely hood of him living isn't very high. Don't tell Colin but Alex could feel the pull and the anger of his mate throughout the whole fight. It distracted him and he started worrying about Colin. That's when he was attacked. The first was to his arm, making him turn his attention to it, then his leg was hit and it gave way, another spell being casted across his chest. they left him there to die. If, if we would have moved faster he wouldn't be in this bad of a state but his wounds are curses so it can't just be healed in a snap. It will take time, especially his arm." Charlie ran a hand through his hair.

"He's going to die isn't he?" Harry asked quietly and Charlie bit his lip.

"I honestly don't know." He said quietly. "Maybe his Veela will force him to hang on so it can see it's mate again or maybe Alex will refuse to leave because of how much he loves Colin. Then again, if he's injured as bad as I think no amount of will power will see him through this." He responded quietly, watching Colin.

"Seamus?"

"Yeah?" He looked at the other.

"If Alex dies Colin's really going to need you. Go with him do you understand me?"

"But-"

"No. If Colin wants you and Alex has passed you will be there for him understood?" The younger nodded at him, subconsciously brushing the blonde strands from the pale face.

The door opened and heads turned, the medi witch stepping out. She was covered in blood and cleared her throat. "I cannot determine if he will die or not. He's very stubborn and determined to live but he is extremely unstable. I'm giving his body a rest before I continue. I suggest you stay out of the room." She said softly, leaving to the kitchens for something to settle her stomach.

"Colin." Dennis shook his brother awake. "You should eat something."

"Not hungry." He grumbled, still laying in the fetal position.

"Please?"

"No."

"Alex would have wanted you to eat." Dennis pointed out. The smaller shrugged.

"I'll eat when he tells me to." He poked at the wooden floor, reaching out to pick at the carpet. Seamus and Dennis sighed and sat back. They had learned quite some time ago that when Colin got this upset there was no arguing with him.

Colin sat up and stood. "Bathroom." He mumbled, leaving.

"Don't do anything stupid Colin." Dennis warned.

"Why would I do that? Alex will be mad when he sees." He whispered, walking away. He felt a pull in his neck and gave a small smile. If there was a pull then Alex could not be dead.

Shallow breaths fell from the bruised and bleeding mouth, eyes barely able to stay open. His body was numb from the pain and the Witches spells, red covering him and the couch. Jesse was laying on the ground, sleeping in a ball by his head. Alex knew he was abnormally pale and it was getting harder to breath. He really wanted Colin. If he was going to die then he wanted one last fucking kiss with his goddamn mate!

Mike let out a sniff and gripped the other's shirt tighter, sitting on the taller's lap, head on a broad shoulder. The taller rubbed soothing circles on the younger's back, staring at the ceiling in boredom. He watched his twin comfort Danny and his older brothers comfort their significant others. Actually he was the only single male in the damn family.

Colin sat against the wall, tears still slipping down his cheeks. He had stopped feeling the pull in his neck about an hour ago and it scared him. The nurse came back in and Colin stood, lightly grabbing her arm, stopping her from entering Alex's room.

"I want to see him." His voice was hoarse.

"I don't believe that's a good idea."

"I'm his fucking mate and I demand to see my goddamn Veela!" He yelled, surprising everyone. Her eyes widened.

"Why didn't you say so in the first place!" She literally dragged the startled boy into the room, pulling him over to the couch. "Mr. Anderson, someone's here to see you. Now he's very weak so do not do anything to get him too worked up alright?" Colin nodded and sat down in front of the couch, ignoring the blood, He reached out and lightly grasped the older's hand.

"Alex?" He whispered a bit worried. A deep, quiet chuckle broke out, the taller keeping his eyes closed.

"Hullo Colin." He squeezed the younger's fingers and heard the smaller sniff.

"Don't you die on me Alexander! I mean it!" his voice cracked and the older gave him a smile, bringing the other's hand to his mouth, kissing it.

"As you wish love." He forced his eyes open and let go of the pale hand, reaching out to rub the tears off the younger's face. "I love you Colin."

"I love you too."

"Alright, I need to do some more healing spells and charms, could you sit here?" She pointed to a chair beside the couch and out of the way. Colin nodded and took his seat, reaching over to play with the dark red and orange strands of hair, the older letting out a sound of content. He did like it when the younger did that.

"D-do you think he'll make it?" Mike asked quietly, biting his lip.

"I'm not sure but I hope so." Fred rubbed the wet cheek, the smaller sniffing and looking up at him.

"Thanks Fred. For comforting me I mean."

"Not a problem." He gave a soft smile and Mike sat up a bit straighter, his eyes shifting between the plump lips and blue eyes. Fred chuckled and leaned down, slipping their noses together, rubbing the younger's back.

Micheal bit his lip and let out a few shaky breaths before letting his eyes slip shut and ghosting his lips along Fred's. The taller let the Hufflepuff control the kiss, lips pulling away before pressing a little bit firmer against him, a hand reaching up to tangle in darker locks. The kiss broke as the taller moved to nip the younger's bottom lip, kneading it between his teeth, the shorter pressing his lips to the older's, his other hand sliding up the broad chest.

Ragged breaths fell out and the redhead slid his one hand to the shorter's outer thigh, brushing his tongue against the swelling lips. Mike hesitantly opened his mouth and shivered, a wet muscle slipping alongside his, coaxing him to come out and play. He responded eagerly and shifted until he was straddling the taller on the plush chair, leaning down and deepening their kiss, hands on his hips.

"Mike?" He froze and his eyes widened.

"Shit." He whispered, a slightly terrified look on his face.

"What the fuck?" She yelled, yanking him off the older and stiffening, glaring at her brother. "Fred?" Ginny looked between her horrified boyfriend sprawled on the floor and her older brother. She turned and stomped off.

"Ginny wait!" Mike called out and sighed, a headache starting to form. "Fuck!"

"Hey calm down." Fred slid off the chair and sat next to the other, watching the broadening shoulders shake violently, sobs wracking his body. The taller knew the younger was confused as all hell.

He was dating his sister, having feeling for boys and his brother was possibly dying in the next room. He needed comfort and Fred gave it to him, so he took it. The redhead rubbed the younger's back, blinking surprised when he crawled back onto his lap, wailing heavily.

"Charlie?"

"Yeah?" He looked at the younger.

"What if Alex lives? I'm ready to stop dating Colin but I still love him." He bit his lip and looked away, the taller turning his head and pressing their lips together.

"And you probably always will. You two cared a lot about each other. It's natural that you'll still love him. Sometimes you may feel like you made the wrong choice even." He kissed him again. "But either way I'm still interested in you." Seamus smiled and brought their mouths together, tongues twining.

Noah sat with Dennis in his lap, both sleeping restlessly, their cheeks wet. The younger's eyes snapped open and he jumped slightly, waking his mate.

"Noah?" He sat up straighter and cupped the taller's cheek. "Everything alright?"

"D-do you think he'll make it?" He whispered.

"Come on." Dennis stood and gently pulled the other up, leading him away from the others. "Where's your room again love?"

"This way." Noah led the older through the maze and pushed the door with the orange and yellow design on it open. Dennis closed the door and pulled the younger down, pressing their mouths together. "D-Dennis." He pulled back and sighed, looking away.

"Noah. Do you want me to distract you for a while?" The shorter asked, tangling a hand in short strands.

"I-I want you to lead it." He whispered to the smaller that still fit perfectly under his chin. Dennis nodded and pulled the other back down, lips moulding together, breaking apart and switching to the other lip. The older bit his Veela's lip and lightly tugged, shaky breaths leaving him. He pressed his hand flat against the younger's chest and trailed it down, dragging the material up slowly, only breaking their kiss to removed the garment.

Dennis ran his tongue between the other's teeth, hands landing on his hips, sliding under silky material to push his shirt up. Noah opened his mouth and brushed their tongues together, pulling back and tossing the older's shirt to the floor. They stopped and looked at each other for a bit, shaky breaths, lidded eyes and swollen lips. Dennis yanked the taller back down, the younger meeting him halfway for and open mouth kiss, both reaching down to undo each other's bottoms, stumbling and chuckling along the way.

Colin stifled a yawn as he watched his sleeping Veela. The medi witch had left a little bit ago and he sat on the floor, Alex in a clean pair of pyjamas . . . that was not fun to try and do by the way. Colin blinked the sleep back and Green eyes opened.

"Hey." He smiled and carefully stretched. He shuffled over and tapped the spot in front of him.

"Alex your wounds, I really shouldn't"

"Please?" He asked, the smaller feeling a slight pull in his neck. "I feel alright Colin. Sore, but ok." He smiled. "I think I'll be just fine and you know what else?"

"What's that?" The smaller asked, climbing in front of the older, facing him and shuffling as close as he could.

"She fixed my eye sight too. I don't need those glasses." He smiled and ran his fingers through tangled blonde locks. "When I'm better I'm combing your hair. "He stated sternly the smaller rolling his eyes but smiling.

"Only if you have a bath with me."

"Oh? Sounds like it could be fun." He winked and kissed Colin's forehead, the smaller closing his eyes, Alex feeding him his charm so the smaller could fall asleep easier. He never would have admitted it to Colin but he felt like shit. Laying in this position was straining the barely healed cuts on his chest, Colin's hand pressing against one. His head hurt like all hell and he was scared to move too much because his wounds could reopen. Plus it took a lot of effort to use his charm, even that tiny bit, on Colin. Also the way his arm was, slung over the petite boy's waist, was pulling the cut open again slightly.

But he still didn't know if he'd be able to pull through so he wanted Colin to stay happy. He wanted his mate to think that he was fine, that he passed without any pain. He didn't want Colin to know why he got hurt. It would haunt him forever. He sniffed and closed his watery eyes. He would also never admit just how scared he truly was.

But at the same time Colin was not an idiot. Just like when Alex knew when his mate was lying, the blonde could tell damn well when his Veela was saying things just to make him happy but he let the older lull him to sleep. He wanted Alex to be happy and he wanted Alex to live.

The witch came back in and gave a small smile, the redhead glancing up at her. "You're doing well." She said quietly, walking over. "Still have a headache?" Alex nodded. "How's your chest, arm and leg?"

"Sore."

"I bet." She said softly, opening up a potion. "Drink this alright?" Alex nodded and swallowed the foul tasting sludge, making a face. "I know, it's repulsive but it should help." Alex could feel his aches and pain slipping away, feel some of his skin knitting back together. "And take this." She handed him a blood rejuvenating potion.

"But I've already had two."

"And you're leg and arm were bleeding again Mr. Anderson, please take the potion." He sighed and scowled, downing it as fast as he could. "Thank you. I have a few tests to run on you, Mr. Creevey needs to move though."

"Can it wait? He's exhausted."

"I need to check if you're healing. I need to see if things are back in order"

"You need to see if I'm still going to die." He finished for her and she nodded. "Colin, love, can you sit on the chair for a moment."

"No." The smaller grumbled and Alex smiled.

"He's still sleeping. Colin!" Said boy jumped slightly and looked around confused. "Can you move to the chair for a minute love?"

"Kay." He stumbled off and onto the chair, forcing himself to stay awake. The witch waved her wand over various parts of Alex's body, taking notes and tisking, making sad faces every so often. She pulled back and cleared her throat.

"Alexander James Anderson?" He looked up at her and raised a brow, Colin holding his breath. "I've got a reply to whether or not you're going to live . . ."