Trusting the Unknown
"What is the use of physicians like myself trying to help parents to bring up children healthy and happy, to have them killed in such numbers for a cause that is ignoble?"
-Benjamin Spock
As Al prepared to answer reality hit George like a freight train.
How could he be so stupid?
There was no possible way his twin brother could come back from the dead, even in a world of magic. If there was, Albus Dumbledore would still be running the greatest wizarding school in Europe and Harry Potter would have been raised by his parents, his godfather Sirius and their friend Remus coming over every weekend with Nymphadora and Teddy.
Yes, there was no way his dead twin brother could be sitting in front of him spouting things about gates and souls and demons. No, this man, this vision of what he had been, was an imposter. And the unfamiliar boy beside him was too.
They must have been Death Eaters, come to kill Harry Potter.
George leapt up from his chair, drawing his wand.
"George!" Molly said, appalled at her son's actions. "What on earth-"
"He's not Fred!" he shouted, blue eyes fierce and slightly maddened. George Weasley made a frightening figure with his fiery hair and gaping ear hole. "Fred died! I felt him leave!" And so he did.
The thing that aided the twins in all their adventures, ultimately ripped away a piece of George's sanity. One moment, he could hear his brother's thoughts and glee about Percy joking. The next, a searing pain erupted in his head, not unlike the pain Harry often felt in Voldemort's more emotional moments. George would have gladly accepted the pain rather than the reality of its source and the effects it left behind.
Emptiness. The absense of his brother's thoughts, comforting him as they were seperated in battle.
But those thoughts were back, and their appearance pulled George's mind into pieces.
The red head couldn't help but turn on his all but exact appearnce.
But everyone was shocked when Fred began laughing.
"It's a curious thought," he gasped, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. "But it is only when you see someone looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them*. And Forge, you've never looked more ridiculous. Honestly, you look like Mad-eye!" George lowered his wand and fell back into his seat, grinning weakly.
"Sorry, Gred." They met each other's eyes and George was forgiven.
"So, who's the kid?" Ginny asked, as a way of breaking the ice.
"I'm not a kid!" he whined, turning pink.
"How old are you?" she snorted. "Twelve?"
"Fifteen!" he cried, voice cracking.
"Did you just hear something break?" Fred asked George, grinning.
"Nothing," he replied, snickering.
"My name is Alphonse Elric," the blond said, ignoring the twins. "I'm from a country called Amestris."
"Amestris?" a new voice cried.
"What is this?" Fred asked, looking at George. "A reunion?"
"Fred!" Hermione cried, throwing herself at him.
"Oi!" he said, attempting to pry her off. "I'm tired of all these hugs! And I thought you were with Ickle-Ronniekins!"
"I heard that Fred!" said person said, walking into the kitchen. Ron turned to Al. "Who's the kid?"
"I'm not a kid!"
"Oh, he's not a kid." Fred said seriously.
"Yes, he's a mouse." George went on, just as serious.
"He squeaks enough." Ginny snorted.
"Come on you guys!" Al whined, covering his face with his bony hands.
"Go on Alphonse," Molly said kindly, glaring at her children.
"Like I said, I'm from a country called Amestris. It's on the other side of the Gate." he explained, dropping his hands. "My brother and I have been traveling around searching for something. A part of my soul was placed in a suit of armour which keeps me bound to my world."
"Like the Sorting Hat." Hermione said thougtfully. Ron looked at her.
"What?" he and Harry asked.
"Later," she said, waving a hand.
"My brother and I have something to fix. Truth, that's the Gate, promised me I could do that if I did a job for him."
"He offered me a second chance at life if I did the same thing." Fred said, leaning back in his chair.
"I don't think Fred should be revealed until we can figure out a way to explain him to the public." Hermione said, frowning slightly. "Or Alphonse."
"Fred's easy," George said, shrugging. "Deathly Donuts." Fred's eyes lit up.
"Wonderful idea George!"
"Death Donuts?" Molly asked wairily.
"We were making them so people could escape Death Eater attacks." George said, looking to Fred.
"We were only in the expiremental stage. We laced the pastries with the Draught of Living Death, and charmed them up a bit." Fred went on.
"After you ate it, it would take about thirty seconds to kick in and right before you passed out, you'd eat the antidote."
"Mind you, we planned it so the consumer would be out for a convincing time, so they probably wouldn't have woken up for a few hours or days."
"We can say we were expierementing right before we went into battle." they finished with a satisfied air.
"That's brilliant!" Harry exclaimed.
"Wait, isn't that what happened?" Ron asked, looking confused. Fred sighed and launched into his story.
"Y'know, we should probably just go with the Deathly Donuts story," George said. "It's more realistic and we've got proof. As for Al, we can just say he's a Muggleborn."
"Not a bad idea George," Fred said, nodding. "Not a bad idea at all."
*That's an Agitha Christie quote.
A/N: Hello everyone! Did you know the new Harry Potter movie comes out November 19? Well, the first part anyways. How dare they try to kill off Fred, Tonks, and Lupin in a movie! Viva la Fred Tonks Lupin and George's ear!
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