Fic: Twelve Years After
In an effort to cheer myself up, I bring all of you some fic!
Hope you like it. :)
Title: Twelve Years After
Author: Harleen harleen
Pairing: Fred/George, vague mention of past George/Verity
Rating: PG-13, I guess
Warnings: Twins behaving in ways twins shouldn't, deathfic (but not too sad). Spoilers for Deathly Hallows.
Notes: This has not had a beta yet, so hopefully it's okay! X-posted, like, everywhere.
Summary: After twelve years, George dies and is reunited with his twin.
George had been in his work area, trying to perfect a potion to be used in his latest creation. He was meticulous as always, taking his time, when suddenly he heard a loud noise that sounded like a bang. Almost immediately, everything went black.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only a few seconds, he found himself lying on the floor. Standing up, he looked around, and realised that he had no clue where he was. He also noticed that his body seemed, well...different somehow. He just couldn't describe it, but he felt a bit off.
As his eyes adjusted to the light, he found himself in what appeared to be a hallway. He realised that he was starting at a young man who was sitting on the floor, looking up at him. A man who was an exact copy of himself.
No, it couldn't be. This must be a dream...but if it is, why does it seem so real?
"Fred?" George called out, not quite believing what he was experiencing.
The man sitting on the floor nodded. "Yeah?"
"That's...you? Really you?"
"It appears so. In the flesh...well, not really, but it's me."
"But...how did you...this isn't a dream, is it?"
"I've been here waiting for you, George. And you're not dreaming."
"That means I'm...?"
"Afraid so," Fred replied, watching his brother sadly as his twin was processing what was going on.
In a few strides, George was at Fred's side. He dropped to his knees and just gazed at his brother.
"You were here all this time?" he finally asked.
"Yeah, twelve years I've been here. Waiting for you," Fred replied softly, looking down as he spoke.
Tears welled up in George's eyes at that. "I had no idea..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Fred had wrapped his arms around his twin, holding him close.
"Well, you had things going on, didn't you? I heard you every time you would come to my grave to talk to me."
Almost every day without fail, George had visited Fred's grave, where he would sit gazing at the headstone and would 'talk' to Fred, telling his twin everything that he did that day, sharing everything with him.
"I had no idea you could hear me," George answered.
"Well, I could. I looked forward to those visits, it was the only real break I had from just sitting here," Fred replied truthfully. "You told me all about your wife and your son..."
"Well, Mum was on me to get married and give her some grandkids, she thought it'd make me happy. And Verity was always a great girl. Besides, little Fred's just like you, you know."
Fred gave a sad smile at the mention of the nephew that he could never meet. "I know, you've told him all about us. Well, leaving certain things out, anyway." he kissed the side of George's face at that. "And the shop, how it's been a success..."
"Ron basically kicked my arse there. He insisted that I continue with his help, thought it would be what you wanted..."
Fred pressed a finger to George's lips, effectively cutting him off.
"Right. Now, you've basically told me what Mum wanted and what Ron wanted. What the family wanted. What you thought I would want."
"Yeah? What's wrong with that?" George wasn't quite following Fred's train of thought here.
"Nothing at all. But, you never once told me what I really wished to hear." Fred retorted.
"What's that?"
Fred moved so that he was looking right into George's eyes.
"You never told me what you wanted. Not once." he answered simply.
George shuddered briefly, hanging his head for a moment before meeting his twin's gaze again.
"I wanted to be here. With you. Ever since the moment you were taken from me. I never lived for myself, I lived for others. Because I thought you wanted me to!" He looked away quickly, tears welling up in his eyes.
Sighing softly, Fred placed a fingertip under his brother's chin, and turned his face so that their eyes met again.
"I would've felt the exact same, you know."
At those words, George pulled Fred tightly to him, crying into his shoulder.
Tearfully, Fred cradled George's head in his hands, stroking his brother's hair. "Shhh, no need to cry, love. You're here now. With me."
George looked up then, his eyes rimmed red. "Yeah, I am, aren't I?" He reached over and caught Fred's lips with his own.
Fred returned the kiss eagerly, gasping as their tongues slid together. It was like they'd never been parted at all.
After they broke apart, Fred went to whisper in George's ear. "I love you."
George smiled against Fred's neck. "And I love you, very much."
"That expolsion in the lab...you've made that potion before. That was no accident, was it?"
George looked up, giving his twin a crooked smile. "You know, I never thought about it. I just grabbed the wrong ingredient...and I knew I did...but I didn't stop myself."
Fred made a small noise that sounded like a half-formed dark chuckle. "That's what I would've done."
Nodding, George placed his head on Fred's shoulder again. Then a wave of panic hit him.
"What about my son? Fred, I left him without his Dad..."
Fred shook his head, moving so George could look at him once again.
"You're forgetting something, brother dear. He's about to start Hogwarts, isn't he?"
"Yeah, so...?"
"Well, maybe old Peeves saved a spot for us?" he was grinning wickedly at that.
George realised what Fred was saying, and started laughing.
"You know, that's bloody brilliant! The return of the Weasley twins to Hogwarts!"
"Exactly! And you can still be with little Fred, and he'll have his uncle around too. We can show him the ropes..."
George grinned right back at Fred. "Perfect! Let's do that then. It won't be exactly the same, but we'll both be there with him." Pausing for a moment, he continued. "I knew there was a reason why I felt like half a person without you."
"Same here. Now, shut up and kiss me." Fred told his brother with a sly smirk.
George did just that, happy to finally have what he wanted again after twelve long and lonely years.
Hope you like it. :)
Title: Twelve Years After
Author: Harleen harleen
Pairing: Fred/George, vague mention of past George/Verity
Rating: PG-13, I guess
Warnings: Twins behaving in ways twins shouldn't, deathfic (but not too sad). Spoilers for Deathly Hallows.
Notes: This has not had a beta yet, so hopefully it's okay! X-posted, like, everywhere.
Summary: After twelve years, George dies and is reunited with his twin.
George had been in his work area, trying to perfect a potion to be used in his latest creation. He was meticulous as always, taking his time, when suddenly he heard a loud noise that sounded like a bang. Almost immediately, everything went black.
After what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only a few seconds, he found himself lying on the floor. Standing up, he looked around, and realised that he had no clue where he was. He also noticed that his body seemed, well...different somehow. He just couldn't describe it, but he felt a bit off.
As his eyes adjusted to the light, he found himself in what appeared to be a hallway. He realised that he was starting at a young man who was sitting on the floor, looking up at him. A man who was an exact copy of himself.
No, it couldn't be. This must be a dream...but if it is, why does it seem so real?
"Fred?" George called out, not quite believing what he was experiencing.
The man sitting on the floor nodded. "Yeah?"
"That's...you? Really you?"
"It appears so. In the flesh...well, not really, but it's me."
"But...how did you...this isn't a dream, is it?"
"I've been here waiting for you, George. And you're not dreaming."
"That means I'm...?"
"Afraid so," Fred replied, watching his brother sadly as his twin was processing what was going on.
In a few strides, George was at Fred's side. He dropped to his knees and just gazed at his brother.
"You were here all this time?" he finally asked.
"Yeah, twelve years I've been here. Waiting for you," Fred replied softly, looking down as he spoke.
Tears welled up in George's eyes at that. "I had no idea..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Fred had wrapped his arms around his twin, holding him close.
"Well, you had things going on, didn't you? I heard you every time you would come to my grave to talk to me."
Almost every day without fail, George had visited Fred's grave, where he would sit gazing at the headstone and would 'talk' to Fred, telling his twin everything that he did that day, sharing everything with him.
"I had no idea you could hear me," George answered.
"Well, I could. I looked forward to those visits, it was the only real break I had from just sitting here," Fred replied truthfully. "You told me all about your wife and your son..."
"Well, Mum was on me to get married and give her some grandkids, she thought it'd make me happy. And Verity was always a great girl. Besides, little Fred's just like you, you know."
Fred gave a sad smile at the mention of the nephew that he could never meet. "I know, you've told him all about us. Well, leaving certain things out, anyway." he kissed the side of George's face at that. "And the shop, how it's been a success..."
"Ron basically kicked my arse there. He insisted that I continue with his help, thought it would be what you wanted..."
Fred pressed a finger to George's lips, effectively cutting him off.
"Right. Now, you've basically told me what Mum wanted and what Ron wanted. What the family wanted. What you thought I would want."
"Yeah? What's wrong with that?" George wasn't quite following Fred's train of thought here.
"Nothing at all. But, you never once told me what I really wished to hear." Fred retorted.
"What's that?"
Fred moved so that he was looking right into George's eyes.
"You never told me what you wanted. Not once." he answered simply.
George shuddered briefly, hanging his head for a moment before meeting his twin's gaze again.
"I wanted to be here. With you. Ever since the moment you were taken from me. I never lived for myself, I lived for others. Because I thought you wanted me to!" He looked away quickly, tears welling up in his eyes.
Sighing softly, Fred placed a fingertip under his brother's chin, and turned his face so that their eyes met again.
"I would've felt the exact same, you know."
At those words, George pulled Fred tightly to him, crying into his shoulder.
Tearfully, Fred cradled George's head in his hands, stroking his brother's hair. "Shhh, no need to cry, love. You're here now. With me."
George looked up then, his eyes rimmed red. "Yeah, I am, aren't I?" He reached over and caught Fred's lips with his own.
Fred returned the kiss eagerly, gasping as their tongues slid together. It was like they'd never been parted at all.
After they broke apart, Fred went to whisper in George's ear. "I love you."
George smiled against Fred's neck. "And I love you, very much."
"That expolsion in the lab...you've made that potion before. That was no accident, was it?"
George looked up, giving his twin a crooked smile. "You know, I never thought about it. I just grabbed the wrong ingredient...and I knew I did...but I didn't stop myself."
Fred made a small noise that sounded like a half-formed dark chuckle. "That's what I would've done."
Nodding, George placed his head on Fred's shoulder again. Then a wave of panic hit him.
"What about my son? Fred, I left him without his Dad..."
Fred shook his head, moving so George could look at him once again.
"You're forgetting something, brother dear. He's about to start Hogwarts, isn't he?"
"Yeah, so...?"
"Well, maybe old Peeves saved a spot for us?" he was grinning wickedly at that.
George realised what Fred was saying, and started laughing.
"You know, that's bloody brilliant! The return of the Weasley twins to Hogwarts!"
"Exactly! And you can still be with little Fred, and he'll have his uncle around too. We can show him the ropes..."
George grinned right back at Fred. "Perfect! Let's do that then. It won't be exactly the same, but we'll both be there with him." Pausing for a moment, he continued. "I knew there was a reason why I felt like half a person without you."
"Same here. Now, shut up and kiss me." Fred told his brother with a sly smirk.
George did just that, happy to finally have what he wanted again after twelve long and lonely years.