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Title: Broken Half

Summary: Fred dies in an accident while they were setting up a prank, George finds solace in his older but brainier brother (slash, incest, death, George's POV).

Note: I tried to write this with a more adolescent thought pattern, also I tried to write it following the way George might speak or think, as it just seemed to fit the character Tell me if it worked.

I didn't edit this very well, sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters

Warning: This is not for children. It contains a mildly descriptive lemon or sex scene between two male characters you have been warned.
Broken Half
It was just a prank, another harmless little prank. It's not as if we had never done something dangerous before, and it wasn't really that dangerous. We were on the roof, placing a drip spell over Snape's office, when he slipped. I turned my back for on instant, and I heard a noise. It must have been his arms swinging for balance. He didn't even yell, when he tripped, or when he fell. He didn't want to jeopardize the mission. He should have yelled... he should have yelled and I would have turned around and grabbed him.

I ran down stairs as fast as I could, it didn't matter though. His body was all twisted his arms and legs faced away from his body at the wrong angles. The back of his head was gone, from where he hit the stone border surrounding the castle. Not gone exactly, it was pushed it. His skull and hair were pushed into his brain cavity. Blood made his bright red hair nearly brown.

I couldn't move. My chest and my arms began to shake. They hurt. My chest hurt with the soreness of having run a thousand miles, and my arms were just cold, as if the blood had flown from them.

"Fred." I whispered, hearing my own voice crack. "Fred get up." His eyes looked so stupid, they were rolled into the back of his head. He'd done that often, rolled his eyes. His mouth was open slightly, as if he meant to say something.

"Fred!" By that time I was screaming, not yelling, not shouting, but screaming in my shrill high pitched adolescent voice. Madame Pomfrey, Dumbledore, and Hagrid were there by then though. "Don't touch him!" I screamed. "Don't touch him. He's going to get up now. It's just a joke, he just wants to get me for not catching him when he fell."

"George." Hagrid's arm lay on my shoulder. Dumbledore moved closer to Fred, he lifted him up carefully and he and Madame Pomfrey rushed him away. I tried to twist from Hagrid's arm, and nearly got free, but he held me steadily. "I'm taking you back to your dorm so ye can rest." I didn't resist; I just stared at the ground. Some of Fred's brains had leaket oft of the encavement of his skull, and lay amongst the blood. There was a lot of blood in the head, tons. That's when I started screaming, it was just a long painful wail of a scream. So deep that it made my chest throb with tension. Hagrid flinched.
When we got back to the gryffindor common room Hagrid sat me down in a chair near the fire. Then quite cautiously he went to wake my brothers. That seemed to take hours, I watched the night outside, it was a deep black, it must have been midnight or so. Soon the sky would turn gray, soon time would start to pass again, but now it was just stuck in some hell. I didn't even notice when Percy approached the chair. But his hands were just there on my shoulders, his face was stark white, he looked worse than I probably did. I meant to just hug him, just hug him all comforting like, but instead I said such a horrible, horrible thing.

"He's dead... oh g-d he's dead." And then the tears came, and the pain in my chest in arms raged with each sob. Percy didn't say anything he just leaned his weight against me, like mom might, like he could take all the pain away just with his presence. I heard the rapid heavy footsteps of Ron, and he was in my lap, his arms around my waste, crying. Harry and Hagrid stood in the doorway, silent.
I don't know what happened between then and going home. I remember sleeping, sleeping in my bed, in the room, on the train back home. I remember falling asleep with my head in Percy's lap, his hand stroking my hair. I remember watching Ron stare at the train window, quiet as a mouse.

I remember mom, her eyes red from crying, and dad, he looked so old rushing all of us into their arms. It felt so empty, so pointless, without Fred.

"Oh George, oh George." My mother kept saying it over and over again while she hugged me. I didn't want her to say it. It reminded me too much of when she would yell at us, her eyes fuming with rage, not hallow, not nearly so hallow.
When I got to our room I couldn't really think, I couldn't feel anything, I just sat on the bed, and I didn't want to feel. My hands fisted themselves and I tried to push away all the memories that just came running towards me. They came anyway, and I saw everything. Our lives. Our first prank, putting pepper in our mother's tea. His smiling face hit me again and again. I curled up on the bed into a tiny thing. I didn't know what to do. All these places that we have lived in together, grown in together, what would I do without him? The thought forced the image of his crumpled body to hurdle at me. Pain and fear taunted me pulling me, wanting my mind to snap in half. I whimpered I'd never whimpered before in my life. I wanted to run and tackle Fred. I wanted to push him to the ground and tell him it was a dirty trick for teasing me like that. But I couldn't, I couldn't because he died. The room spun, the room spun, and I passed out or I slept, I couldn't tell the difference. Sleep had been such a heady, all consuming thing.
When I woke up Percy was seated on the bed beside me reading a book. Phlegm stuck in my throat and tears formed a crusty substance around my eyes. So much so that it poked into the sensitive gooey parts of my eyes, and made them sore and heavy. I cleared my throat, and picked at my eyes. Most of the crusty stuff fell away quickly, the phlegm took a few tries.

"You've been asleep for a long time." Percy said, I didn't say anything; I watched his hair, and how it lightly moved back and fourth across his temple as he spoke. Fred's hair used to do something like that, move when he talked. "Mom, Dad, and the rest of the family are at the wake. The funeral's tomorrow." My eyes closed again. Funeral. Funeral. Things felt real again. The room felt real, like I was actually there, some of the shock had lifted, and now only a bitter pain clung close to the bone. "Don't say that." I wanted to tell him. Don't say that. He still looked pale and sad, exhausted. I thought of how cold his body was when he hugged me back at Hogwarts. So sad, so sad, Fred's dead. My mind was talking, it never talked before. Maybe I was just sleepy, but Percy looked so sad, I hurt so much, everything was so sore, and I wanted different things to come out of his mouth, like "They made a mistake. He's not dead." Nothing came. And it was so quiet and he kept looking at me, and I knew he was my brother and all, but I couldn't help it. When we were little Fred used to kiss me when I cried, though I didn't cry often, just as a little dumb "don't cry" sort of thing, but it always helped. Life was so stupid anyway, since people died, life was so dumb and hurt so much, and I didn't care. I didn't care at all.

So I kissed him.

Not on the lips, but on his sad, sad eyes, and on his cheek, and all the soft spots on his face.

"George." He muttered, shocked, and I got hard when he said my name. It was such a dumb thing to do, but it happened anyway, it's not like I could help it. He was really skinny, and shaking, like nobody had ever kissed him before. Not even little stupid kisses like these. I didn't say anything, I couldn't. I pushed his book off the bed, and moved so I was sort of straddling his hips. My heart was beating, it hurt so much. I wanted him to touch my hair, like Fred used to do. I wanted... I wanted?

"This will feel good. We won't hurt. It will go away. Just let me. Just let me do this to you." I didn't know I was going to say that. It just came out. It just... and then my tongue was in his mouth. Pushing, pushing, sucking his tongue. Even his mouth was cold, colder than mine. He squirmed then, but not like he wanted to get away. I didn't think so anyway. I started pulling at his clothes. At my clothes, his shirt came off; he said something, something not very long. But I didn't hear it. I didn't care.

I started sucking on his nipples; they were these little slightly brownish pink things. They looked so small, and I just wanted him to close his eyes;givegive me this half smile that I knew he--or maybe Fred used to posses. He wouldn't do that though, his face looked sort of funny, maybe he didn't like it. His body started to get hotter, really, really hot, like he was getting a fever. He had such a bony chest. Fred's chest wasn't bony, it was full, and fleshy, and he was always warm. Percy looked confused, hot and confused. I thought he was going to tell me to stop, so I kissed him again, I didn't really want to, but he looked nervous, strange. It took me a while to get his pants off, by that time I was shaking too.

"George." The way he said it made it seem like such a lonely name. His voice was soft and weird. "What are you doing George." But he didn't mean it, not like that, not really. His voice sort of faded away as my fingers snaked down to his cock. It seemed like I'd done it 1,000 times but I never had before, that was just how fluid and quick the movement was. I wasn't really concentrating on that though, I wanted him to smile. I wanted the worry, and the pain that seemed to always follow him around to disappear off his face. It wouldn't though. He just moaned and bucked against my hand; he wasn't saying anything anymore. He didn't get hard fast, it took a while. He wouldn't open his eyes either, so, so I sucked him. I don't even know why, my head just said to do it, but the instant I did that I felt too far away from his mouth. It kept calling me, beckoning me, it was all thin and shaky, and cold, but I just wanted it all of the sudden. I started to suck harder, and really fast, almost hurting him. He was gritting his teeth, but he just kept making this little nose, kind of like a plea, a whine, but lower. Fred, when I'd rub his shoulders, he'd make noises like that... Fred.

And then I just didn't want to wait, or take it slow; I didn't even want him to smile anymore. My hands sought his ass, then his hole. It seemed to take hours to lubricate him. I almost wanted to hurt him that�s how intense things got up in my head. But it was Percy, and he was always so quiet and studious, so I started taking it slower, and when I pulled off of him so I could enter him he made this pained sound like he didn't want me to stop. I kissed him instead, really deeply. His lips looked so weak, I just wanted to swallow them. I guess it was distracting so much so that at first he didn't notice, or he didn't think, when I entered him. But then it was clear: it hurt him, it was obvious. His mouth even moved as if to cry out or speak. I just kept thinking of Fred, how Fred would always yell at me to quit it, and I always would. And things got so loud and out of control that I didn't even listen when he started speaking.

"George!" His voice was so harmed, so naked, so raped in just my body pounding into his. I slowed down, real, real slow, and after a while it looked like he was enjoying it. I just kept se Fre Fred talking to me, smiling at me, and then on the ground, on the floor. Percy's mouth looked so sad, and it was bleeding a little. I started to cry. That was the last thing I wanted to do. I'd cried so long, for such a long time. I pulled out before it could do either of us any good, I shoved on some clothes, and I just ran. Out of the house, onto the street, out of the neighborhood, out of the city, the town. My tears followed me. My stupid feet tripped over themselves from time to time in exhaustion in pain. I just kept running until I was far, far away.
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