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weasleytwinsROCK · 09-12-2011, 04:34 PM

Okkkkk.... My second FF on here, Chapter 1.
This is a post-DH fic about George, making a deal with Death, only to realise what a mistake he has made.
I try to stick to canon as much as possible, and there is no romance at all in this fic (planned, anyway) so If you're looking for a Romance fic, Bye-bye

But please, please, please read and comment, you really don't know how much I appreciate comments.
This FF was going to go on Fanfiction.net, but I chose here instead, thinking I may get more readers. But, if there's not much sucess on here I may put it on there too and if it gets more popular on there, only continue it on there (though I will give you a link)
Well done if that made any sense at all to you

And sorry for my mini-essay.
Please review

I just realised how short this actually is, but i'll be writing lots more very soon. This is only a mini-taster

To Deal with Death

All my nightmares escaped my head,
Bar the door,
Please don’t let them in,
You were never supposed to leave:
Now my heads splitting at the seams and I don’t know If I can
~Welcome home – Radical Face~
The golden sun sank mockingly over the little village, the garden of The Burrow full to the brim with people.

It was the day of Fred Weasley’s funeral.

George was scrumpled in a ball on the bed that had once been his twin’s, face in the pillow. He couldn’t bear to see his family and friends all dressed in black, mourning over Fred whilst bunches of white lilies surrounded the little garden. Fred hated flowers, and never, ever, wanted to wear black robes that so resembled his uniform again. The Weasleys all knew this, deep down, but none of them could bring themselves to say it. All of the family, except George, were talking to the people Fred had known so well, trying to comfort each other.

Comfort wasn’t really going to help George. His heart had been torn in two, and there was no way of mending it...

Unless...

But that was impossible. No time-turners, no resurrection stone, no polyjuice potion. Fred wasn’t coming back, and he was going to have to live with that fact.

Rolling over, he looked up at the explosion-stained ceiling. George hadn’t slept for over two hours each night the week after Fred’s death. He lay in bed, memories haunting him.

Every one, every single one had Fred in. And now his family were already trying to get him to move on. Not at all likely. He needed to get away, not just from the room he had shut himself in for a week solid, from his head, the memories, his tired, thinning body with bloodshot eyes and grey bags underneath.

He was going away.

It was a stupid idea. George had only managed to eat something each day after a family member would refuse to leave the room until he did. But then stupid ideas didn’t really matter anymore. Nothing worse could happen.
Slowly, George got off the bed. The room was darkening rapidly as the sun set and he needed to be out before the family noticed he had gone. He wasn’t going away for a long time, just long enough to clear his mind slightly, and get away from the increasingly irritating words of comfort from everyone.
His wand, some clothes and a sleeping bag; that was all he needed. Shoving them hastily into a backpack, George looked out the little window by his bed.

The ceremony had finished long ago, but the Weasleys, Harry, Hermione, Lee Jordan, Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson and Verity remained, half-heartedly clearing away the empty mugs.

Thankfully, the Weasleys had still not fixed the apparation blocking charm that had been broken when Death Eaters raided the house, enabling anyone to apparate freely into the house, not that it really mattered anymore. Evil had been destroyed, meaning it was just the start of the nightmares for George.

The view of his family made George remember something. Hastily he took out a quill and scribbled:
Everyone,
I’m going away for a few days. I need some – well – space. Don’t bother worrying about me. I’ll be fine, probably.
George

Swinging the backpack over one shoulder, George took a last look out the window at his family and dropped the note on his bed. He would see them soon.
Closing his eyes and spinning on the spot, George disappeared from the room with a small Crack.

Little did he know he may never see his family again...

09-12-2011, 04:34 PM	#1 (permalink)
weasleytwinsROCK Chizpurfle Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: Gloucester, England Posts: 10,983 Hogwarts RPG Name: Harrison Adam Butler Sixth Year	To Deal With Death... - Sa13+ Remus Lupin ♥ Moony ♥ Loopy Lupin Okkkkk.... My second FF on here, Chapter 1. This is a post-DH fic about George, making a deal with Death, only to realise what a mistake he has made. I try to stick to canon as much as possible, and there is no romance at all in this fic (planned, anyway) so If you're looking for a Romance fic, Bye-bye But please, please, please read and comment, you really don't know how much I appreciate comments. This FF was going to go on Fanfiction.net, but I chose here instead, thinking I may get more readers. But, if there's not much sucess on here I may put it on there too and if it gets more popular on there, only continue it on there (though I will give you a link) Well done if that made any sense at all to you And sorry for my mini-essay. Please review I just realised how short this actually is, but i'll be writing lots more very soon. This is only a mini-taster To Deal with Death All my nightmares escaped my head, Bar the door, Please don’t let them in, You were never supposed to leave: Now my heads splitting at the seams and I don’t know If I can ~Welcome home – Radical Face~ The golden sun sank mockingly over the little village, the garden of The Burrow full to the brim with people. It was the day of Fred Weasley’s funeral. George was scrumpled in a ball on the bed that had once been his twin’s, face in the pillow. He couldn’t bear to see his family and friends all dressed in black, mourning over Fred whilst bunches of white lilies surrounded the little garden. Fred hated flowers, and never, ever, wanted to wear black robes that so resembled his uniform again. The Weasleys all knew this, deep down, but none of them could bring themselves to say it. All of the family, except George, were talking to the people Fred had known so well, trying to comfort each other. Comfort wasn’t really going to help George. His heart had been torn in two, and there was no way of mending it... Unless... But that was impossible. No time-turners, no resurrection stone, no polyjuice potion. Fred wasn’t coming back, and he was going to have to live with that fact. Rolling over, he looked up at the explosion-stained ceiling. George hadn’t slept for over two hours each night the week after Fred’s death. He lay in bed, memories haunting him. Every one, every single one had Fred in. And now his family were already trying to get him to move on. Not at all likely. He needed to get away, not just from the room he had shut himself in for a week solid, from his head, the memories, his tired, thinning body with bloodshot eyes and grey bags underneath. He was going away. It was a stupid idea. George had only managed to eat something each day after a family member would refuse to leave the room until he did. But then stupid ideas didn’t really matter anymore. Nothing worse could happen. Slowly, George got off the bed. The room was darkening rapidly as the sun set and he needed to be out before the family noticed he had gone. He wasn’t going away for a long time, just long enough to clear his mind slightly, and get away from the increasingly irritating words of comfort from everyone. His wand, some clothes and a sleeping bag; that was all he needed. Shoving them hastily into a backpack, George looked out the little window by his bed. The ceremony had finished long ago, but the Weasleys, Harry, Hermione, Lee Jordan, Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson and Verity remained, half-heartedly clearing away the empty mugs. Thankfully, the Weasleys had still not fixed the apparation blocking charm that had been broken when Death Eaters raided the house, enabling anyone to apparate freely into the house, not that it really mattered anymore. Evil had been destroyed, meaning it was just the start of the nightmares for George. The view of his family made George remember something. Hastily he took out a quill and scribbled: Everyone, I’m going away for a few days. I need some – well – space. Don’t bother worrying about me. I’ll be fine, probably. George Swinging the backpack over one shoulder, George took a last look out the window at his family and dropped the note on his bed. He would see them soon. Closing his eyes and spinning on the spot, George disappeared from the room with a small Crack. Little did he know he may never see his family again... __________________ Skiving Snackbox? A Headless Hat? Only one place you can get all that... Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes Pranking just got professional...