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FIC: Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes

Feb 15, 2011 18:40

Title: Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes
Author: Rebecca_selene
Pairings: Fred/George implied, Fred/Katie, George/Angelina
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: 64: George/Angelina, She wants him to be Fred
Warnings: implied twincest, angst, violence, character death, AU
Summary: Fred and George didn’t even have time to figure out their feelings before everything changed.
Word Count: 5, ( Read more... )

pairing: angelina/george, character: dobby, fic, character: george weasley, pairing: fred/george, slash, 2011, character: fred weasley, character: angelina johnson, het, character: scorpius malfoy

Comments 6

lash_larue February 15 2011, 11:16:59 UTC

Effin' ouch. Really.

“I am Fred,” he growled, “and Fred’s dead.”

Absolutely brutal, stark, and very well done indeed, and what a marvelous idea to have Scorpius as the interested bystander and Dobby as historian.

* tips hat *
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therealsnape February 15 2011, 12:15:14 UTC

Dobby is a marvellous raconteur. And George's devastation is so well captured. The bleakness, the desolation. And the impossibility to pick up life again, the way he can't manage the relationship with his own child - or his niece.

a_respite February 15 2011, 14:26:50 UTC

Oh my. That was - wow. I think I'll go hide under the covers for a week or two now...

megacurious February 15 2011, 21:59:05 UTC

Wow, I loved his! Very depressing, but beautifully written. Loved how you framed it from Scorpius' POV.

cranky__crocus February 19 2011, 23:24:09 UTC

I love Dobby's forcefulness; that made me smile and is very much like him. (:

Dobby sat himself on the dusty wooden floor and, after waiting stubbornly for Scorpius to take a biscuit, began his tale.
Such a fantastic line. I love your characterisation of Scorpius, Dobby and the old joke shop. I laughed at the biscuit comment, as well.

I've never seen George described in that light (or lack or) - in a way that would inspire fright rather than mirth - and it was a difficult but powerful thing to read. Very well done. That certainly speaks the pain of ages.

“I don’t know. We…I’ve…never…” George paused, waiting for Angelina to finish his thought.
Painful to read. I can't imagine losing such a connection. I'm sad to see the man it turned George into, but not shocked, as I can see it as one of the many possibilities if he allowed himself to pull too far away from his family.

The old man sighed and shook his head, setting the newspaper down. “You know, I know my sons, and the man who died today wasn’t one of them.” He smiled grimly ( ... )