FICLET: George and the Dragon (Oliver/George)
rarepair_shorts HP Rare-Pair Challenge
Title:George and the Dragon
Character Pairing: Oliver/George
Prompt: a million little pieces
Rating: PG
Word Count: 636
Summary: George deals with tragedy and loss.
Author's Notes: Fred's words are taken from ROTK movie, which is different than the book.
Link to prompt table
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Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! **Alice through the looking glass by Lewis Carroll.
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The lone traveler stood for a moment, staring across the flat plain as twilight loomed all around. He had outrun the one who stalked him, only to end up here.
Complete emptiness was interrupted by distant heat lightning. George’s stomach cramped in the sickening sweet air, and he vomited. He couldn’t stay here much longer, yet he dared not move on. ‘It’ lay just ahead.
The hairs on his neck stood up and every inch of skin prickled. Something was coming. Maybe if he didn’t turn around; maybe if he just didn’t acknowledge it, the predator would go away; he could escape this.
Yet it was too late. The wind of fate came swiftly from behind, yanking him from the earth. The next moment he was there… in the thralls of the fight… brandishing his vorpal sword, slashing at the beast.
The battle was fierce. He fought with everything he had, yet the tide was turning from him. The beast was winning and he couldn’t hold out much longer.
The dragon screeched a terrible attack. With a loud thud, something fell to the ground just to his side. He dared not look as he knew who was lying there. How he knew, he couldn’t say. Yet he knew all the same. He squeezed his eyes nearly shut, his lashes filtering the brightness from the beast’s scorching attacks. Would they ease the scorching pain searing through his heart?
Turning, he looked upon the body, still and lifeless. Yet this was not his twin. This may not even be real or it may be some sort of magic. Where the face should have been, there was only a mirror. He was looking at his own reflection.
Gods he was relieved. But what did this mean?
Just as he had convinced himself that all his dread was unwarranted, a bell tolled in the distance, its echo resounding through the emptiness.
In that instant, the face in the mirror morphed from his own into that of his twin’s.
Fred opened his eyes and said flatly. “The round has ended. Take your rest. Catch your breath before the next one begins.”
George fell to his knees and lifted his brother to him. “You’re back.”
“Am I?” Fred sighed. “Well bro, we should have flipped through the pages to the end; or at least read from the back cover. We would have known then that I was the chosen Weasely. Now I go to be with mum’s kin, those heroes of the first war.” His eyes grew warm, “My dear George. You cannot always be torn in two. You will have to be one and whole for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be and to do. Your part in the story will go on.*** Now go… be happy. Someone is waiting.”
Thick black smoke swirled behind the glass, obscuring Fred’s image. A fire bolt ripped from above, blasting the mirror apart, sending shards everywhere
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”
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Wrenched from his twin, George awoke with a start, his head shooting from his hands, where it had been propped up. He had fallen asleep at his desk in the joke shop, amidst a pile of books. Gods, Fred was so wrong. He was more than torn in two. Like the mirror, he was rent into a million little pieces; each screaming into the void, never to be quieted.
“Hi Weasley,” came the voice from above.
“Cap?”
“Just when did my lover become such a scholar?” asked Oliver as he glanced at titles that included Lord of the Rings and King Arthur. He threw a brown bag onto the table. “Brought some breakfast. But first, you need a shower.” He walked up and put his arm around George.
“Leave me be Cap.”
“Nope, you reek. And besides, you just might enjoy it.”
*** Quote from Return of the King by J.R.R Tolkien.
Title:George and the Dragon
Character Pairing: Oliver/George
Prompt: a million little pieces
Rating: PG
Word Count: 636
Summary: George deals with tragedy and loss.
Author's Notes: Fred's words are taken from ROTK movie, which is different than the book.
Link to prompt table
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Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! **Alice through the looking glass by Lewis Carroll.
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The lone traveler stood for a moment, staring across the flat plain as twilight loomed all around. He had outrun the one who stalked him, only to end up here.
Complete emptiness was interrupted by distant heat lightning. George’s stomach cramped in the sickening sweet air, and he vomited. He couldn’t stay here much longer, yet he dared not move on. ‘It’ lay just ahead.
The hairs on his neck stood up and every inch of skin prickled. Something was coming. Maybe if he didn’t turn around; maybe if he just didn’t acknowledge it, the predator would go away; he could escape this.
Yet it was too late. The wind of fate came swiftly from behind, yanking him from the earth. The next moment he was there… in the thralls of the fight… brandishing his vorpal sword, slashing at the beast.
The battle was fierce. He fought with everything he had, yet the tide was turning from him. The beast was winning and he couldn’t hold out much longer.
The dragon screeched a terrible attack. With a loud thud, something fell to the ground just to his side. He dared not look as he knew who was lying there. How he knew, he couldn’t say. Yet he knew all the same. He squeezed his eyes nearly shut, his lashes filtering the brightness from the beast’s scorching attacks. Would they ease the scorching pain searing through his heart?
Turning, he looked upon the body, still and lifeless. Yet this was not his twin. This may not even be real or it may be some sort of magic. Where the face should have been, there was only a mirror. He was looking at his own reflection.
Gods he was relieved. But what did this mean?
Just as he had convinced himself that all his dread was unwarranted, a bell tolled in the distance, its echo resounding through the emptiness.
In that instant, the face in the mirror morphed from his own into that of his twin’s.
Fred opened his eyes and said flatly. “The round has ended. Take your rest. Catch your breath before the next one begins.”
George fell to his knees and lifted his brother to him. “You’re back.”
“Am I?” Fred sighed. “Well bro, we should have flipped through the pages to the end; or at least read from the back cover. We would have known then that I was the chosen Weasely. Now I go to be with mum’s kin, those heroes of the first war.” His eyes grew warm, “My dear George. You cannot always be torn in two. You will have to be one and whole for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be and to do. Your part in the story will go on.*** Now go… be happy. Someone is waiting.”
Thick black smoke swirled behind the glass, obscuring Fred’s image. A fire bolt ripped from above, blasting the mirror apart, sending shards everywhere
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”
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Wrenched from his twin, George awoke with a start, his head shooting from his hands, where it had been propped up. He had fallen asleep at his desk in the joke shop, amidst a pile of books. Gods, Fred was so wrong. He was more than torn in two. Like the mirror, he was rent into a million little pieces; each screaming into the void, never to be quieted.
“Hi Weasley,” came the voice from above.
“Cap?”
“Just when did my lover become such a scholar?” asked Oliver as he glanced at titles that included Lord of the Rings and King Arthur. He threw a brown bag onto the table. “Brought some breakfast. But first, you need a shower.” He walked up and put his arm around George.
“Leave me be Cap.”
“Nope, you reek. And besides, you just might enjoy it.”
*** Quote from Return of the King by J.R.R Tolkien.