What if Voldemort decided to start a rockabilly band instead of taking over the Wizarding world
Living a Lie.Living a Lie.
You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.
When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.
As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.
You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.
But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool
Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than twice?
Despite my preaching I can never take my own advice.
I've realised that this aggression is a part of you
And because I can never dare to part from you.
I have to believe the love you have for me is true.
Sometimes you have to take a lie not for what it is
But for the truth and reality it suspends.
Withdraw your vengeful tongue and revert it into a kiss.
My father once told me that life is supposed to be a struggle
And that everyone has their own specific type of hustle.
Whether it be working in an office or stacking products on a shelf.
Naturally we all share the same aim of accumulating wealth.
He also told me that nothing is promised in this life time.
When you least expect it the man upstairs will throw you a life line.
Something or someone that will give you a reason to continue.
Awaken the hidden belief and talent that law dormant within you.
He then told me that happiness and success are short lived.
In time your name will both appear and disappear from life's shortlist.
At some point you will feel like the whole world is against you.
No matter what you do some people will just always resent you.
Accept their venomously kind words but never take them to heart.
The show must go on and no one else but you can play your part.
Lastly he said that you must find a balance between work and leisure
Because those priceless mome
Someone Else.Someone Else.
I wish I had a...
A heart that is malleable.
A mind that isn’t practical
And a life that is fanciful.
I wish I had a...
Tranquil touch that never hurts.
A mouth that thinks before it spurts
And a body that is control of its nerves.
I wish I had...
Feet that are confident and able walk fast.
Hopeful hands that have a firm but soft grasp
And an ass that can rebound after every task.
I wish I had a smile that is permanent.
I wish I had eyes that were not so observant.
I wish I had the mass to withstand any disturbance.
Sometimes I wish I could be a completely different person.
GeminiThis was wrong. All wrong. It shouldn't be like this.
George couldn't move. Once again he found himself sitting on his bed, staring out the window. Instead of looking at the surrounding field of wheat he saw a large white tent, much like the one that was erected at Bill's and Fluer's wedding. Now it stood as a reminder of happier times, before everything went to hell for George.
He found it odd that something that brought such joy and excitement before left his stomach in knots and his heart aching for it all to go away. He looked down at the wizards and witches that were lifting the tent and saw a familiar shock of red hair surrounding a shiny patch of skin.
George felt a stabbing sensation right where his heart was. Or where it used to be. He was an empty shell now. He walked around the house in a daze. Sometimes he wasn't even aware that he had actually moved. One time he had made it out to the marsh that surrounded The Burrow when his father tried to drag him back to the house, yel
Reunited: Chapter 3Chapter Three: Glimmer
It was hot outside. Beads of sweat covered Ron's forehead as he scrambled around in the garden, searching for gnomes underneath the bushes. He and Harry had agreed to de-gnome the garden for Mrs. Weasley and she'd convinced George that it would be a good idea for him to help too. It had been almost three months since his twin had left him and George felt no different; his throat still tightened whenever he thought about him and the nightmares still came at night. He was starting to think that this was how it would be from now on, no more happiness or practical jokes, just this. But standing in the garden, helping to get rid of the gnomes like they always did, almost felt normal and, for a few brief moments, he was able to think about something other than the lost half of his soul.
"Look out Harry!" Ron yelled as a fat gnome ran at Harry's skinny legs. Harry turned just a little too late and was knocked to the ground with a thud. Ron laughed and George smiled thin
HP: Promise kept.George refused.
For days, he refused to go for work, despite Felicity's pleading. He refused to eat, refused to sleep, to go out, even when Lee tried to write him.
He completely and utterly refused to dxo anything but lie on his bed and look up at the ceiling.
Was it really all that selfish of him? He tried to think as he memorized every crack in the bright sunflower yellow ceiling. Compared to him, was George really being selfish?
No, he decided, as he thought about it. He wasn't.
"Fred." He whispered, as a tear escaped his eye.
Was it really so selfish as to ask for some time alone to mourn for his dead twin?
Angelina hesitated as she stopped in front of Weasley Wizard Wheezes, looking up apprehensively at the windows. Would George really want to see her there?
Her hair, she observed from the windows, was a knotted mess, her face had streaks of tears, un
Slightly DisturbedSlightly Disturbed
It had been Mum's idea. The therapist, that is. She thought it would help the family cope with our situation. Mainly me considering. In all honesty, going to St. Mungo's to sort out my problems was the last thing I needed. But I'd like to see you try saying no to my mother. Especially when she's as torn up as she is.
"So," the elderly man smiled as he looked at me through his smudged glasses, "how are feeling today? Better?"
I shook my head.
"No? Tell me about it."
I shook my head again, "There's nothing much to say. Not much has changed since Monday."
He crossed his legs, allowing the argyle socks to peek out from underneath his trousers. "Well, let's start with the little things then."
"Uh," I started as my mind searched for the tiny differences, "I ate some pudding last night. Made some hangover potion. Oh! I bought an owl!"
"Well, that's new."
"Named 'em Griswold. He has a tendency to bite though." I raised my hand and wiggled my fingers, displaying the man
Slipped awayAngelina watched from behind a corner as George paced three times in front of a blank wall before a door appeared. The red-head hefted his beater's bat up on his shoulder and entered the door. Angelina followed slowly behind him into the Room of Requirement.
George looked around as he entered the room. All around him shapes of glass looked at him. He stopped in front of one and looked at the person in the mirror. Tears streamed down his cheeks as the person looked at him with a face so much like the one he needed to see. His brown eyes fell on the side of the figures head where there should have been an ear, but there wasn't. With an anguished cry he swung the bat and smashed the cruel glass. Shards scattered across the floor and he turned around to another mirror. Like the first, this one taunted him with a face that appeared to be the one he desperately wanted to see but without an ear. George swung the bat at that one to with a feeling of relief as the image shattered.
Reunited: Chapter 2Chapter Two: Through the Looking Glass
Almost three weeks had passed since the battle at Hogwarts. Fred's funeral had been four days after and it had been the worst day of George's life. He'd missed almost everything the pastor had said because he couldn't stop thinking about poor Fred lying in that wooden box, wearing such an awful suit. It was a dull blue colour that his mother had picked out and it was possibly the most revolting thing George had ever clapped eyes on. Certainly not something Fred would have chosen for himself. He'd watched as the coffin was lowered magically into the earth and as it was covered with damp soil until it was no longer visible. George's stomach had churned violently when his father told him it was time to leave but he hadn't protested. He'd simply walked, robot-like, with the rest of his family.
Now, three weeks after the day that changed everything, George, Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron sat around the kitchen table in the Burrow eating what remained o
Gred and Forge --DH Spoilers--George wandered through the forest absentmindedly. He had been doing that a lot lately. He had been at the Burrow for awhile, wandering through the hallways, around the village, or lying in his old bedroom staring at the empty bed next to his. He couldnt bear to stay home any longer and anyway, Bill had come and dragged him out the other day. Told him to get back to work. Work. The shop. Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes. It didnt matter. It was part of a different life. A life with Fred. He couldnt go there.
So he had come here, where seven years of their lives had been lived, where one of those lives had ultimately been extinguished. He couldnt enter the castle, not yet, so he had drifted towards the forest. Of course it was dangerous, but he didnt care. He had been here many times before, although... never alone.&
Death of a Weasley George Weasley ran through the ruins of Hogwarts's entryway. The bodies of dead and injured wizard students, his friends, lay everywhere, littering the crushed and bloody blocks of stone from the thick, towering walls. People were screaming, crying, talking in low voices, and cursing, mourning their fallen family and friends.
Now, George would have normally stopped and done whatever he could to help his fellow students, but he was looking for people far dearer to him than friends. His family was somewhere among this horrific chaos.
He dashed around a few wizards with bandages around their legs, and he somehow toppled over a very small first year. She spun for a moment, and then she fell over. George halted. The girl was crying and her brown eyes were filled with loss and abandonment. He stopped for a moment and he helped her to her feet, and he brushed off her torn Ravenclaw robes.
"Sorry love, I didn't mean to knock you off your feet!" He said, catching
Reunited: Chapter 1This is my own version of what happens after the final Harry Potter film. (Excluding the future bit) Please enjoy and, if you're like me and refuse to see the twins split up, accept this as the true ending to their story.
Chapter One: Gone
"George. George sweetheart," Molly Weasley touched her son's shoulder and he flinched back from her hand. He was kneeling on the dusty floor, his hands limp at his sides and his head hung low above his dead twin. His face was ashen and his eyes looked as cold and empty as Fred's. Tears had left clean tracks down his otherwise dirty face and they still streamed silently down his cheeks as his eyes stared blankly at the empty shell on the floor.
Most of the people who had been in the Great Hall were making their way back to their homes and families; many had been injured in the fight against the Dark Lord and a few had given their lives to save the ones they loved. Like Fred. Harry had fought valiantly alongside Hermione and Ron and even clumsy,
Dear Fred, AngelinaDear Fred,
It's been six years since I've seen you. I miss you. George is doing ok I guess, he puts on a brave face for me and little Freddy, but he seems so distant. I think since your death he has only been half of a person, like he lost half his soul. He still has nightmares, he thrashes around moaning your name until I wake him up. Then he apologizes and goes into the bathroom. I know what he does in there, he stares at his face in the mirror and sees you looking back. I know he can't stand it, having to be reminded of you all the time.
He walks to visit you every morning, sometimes before I wake up, sometimes he takes Freddy with him. Freddy is about four now so when he comes home he tells me all the funny pranks Daddy and Uncle Fred used to do together. Once when Freddy was very little and we all went as a family, he asked George why we didn't just take you home so we could be together all the time. George asked me to take Freddy home, and he didn't come back all day. When he did