What if Voldemort decided to start a rockabilly band instead of taking over the Wizarding world
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
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
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
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.
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
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