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How Book 7 Really Should Save Ended	By : evilfairy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Fred/George Views: 3413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-How Book 7 Really should have ended
- 2-Just a thought...
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AN- The song is Blood Brothers by Heather Alexander. It's kinda essential to the story other wise I'd tell you to skip it (I certainly would).

My hand to yours
Let out spirits run free
Let our souls intermingle
For brothers of blood are we.
My life for your own
Your truth for my lie
When we walk we are one
And thus together we'll die.
chorus:
Hail to four quarters of the earth
To the four winds of the sea
By the scar within my hand
Bring my brother to me
Bring back my brother to me.
I miss the sound of his footsteps
The sparkle in his eye
I miss the sound of him calling my name
Oh God, I can't let him die.
I can still feel his heartbeat
Though his blood's cold as stone
I won't let them take him
He shan't die alone.
[chorus]

I take a blade forged of silver
Split the mark on my hand
The blood flows like the tears from my eyes
They both fall to the sand.
I watch the sun set before me
While darkness blankets the sky
The waves as they break on the beach
Muffle the sounds as I cry.

[chorus]

The waves cease their crashing
And dawn lightens the sky
I hear the sound of him whispering my name
And there is a sparkle in his eye.
final chorus:
Hail to four quarters of the earth
Sing to the four winds of the sea
By the scars we share in our hands
You've sent back my brother to me
My brother has come back to me.

George took his brother out of the hospital room where the others who had died were being kept. The spell he'd found a few years back would have to work. I would just have to. Fred's cold hand fell against his and George was hit with a starling fact. His brother, his confidant was dead.Struck down in the final battle with Voldemort. The spell. The spell would work. It only worked with siblings and they were twins. The closest kind of siblings.

The sun had yet to raise. It was the hour that the spell would be most potent. It would be better to do it at the beach but there wasn't time for that.

�You're going to own me for this one, mate. I'll make sure you pay it full,� George's voice shook as he tried to joke. He looked at the slowly lightening sky, feeling that early morning chill. Taking the silver blade from it's sheath he set about drawing a five pointed start with the top point facing north. Fred's hand lay in George's as he tried to feel any form of life at all. It felt like holding a coal that had been doused. The light was there, somewhere.

�Your blood,� George started as he placed the tip of the blade to his brother's frigid palm.

�George! What do you think you're doing?!� Percy asked as he ran out to meet his younger brother. The night's wears showed on George's face making him look years older then he was. His skin was gray-ish and he looked about ready to throw up.

�We should get you inside,� Percy tried to take George's arm but the younger man pulled away. there was a frightening seriousness in his eyes that Percy had never seen before. He didn't like it at all.

�I need to do this.�

�Let's get you some breakfast and rest. You'll feel better after you've had a lay down.�

�No,� George looked half wild, �I need to do this.�

�You need-�

�ARE YOU LISTENING?! I SAID NO!� George threw up a barrier around him and Fred. Percy just stared as George laid the knife to his brother's hand again.

�Don't! Mother. Mother will be mad.�

�I have to, I just do.�

�I'm going to tell mother and father. I will.� Percy's voice grew higher.

�We aren't children. I'm not afraid of them.� He attention was fully on his brother now. Percy just walked away. He wouldn't watch his brother's body be mutilated. His parents should make him stop.

�Your blood.� The knife pulled along Fred's skin. Were his heart beating, the wound would have bled.

�My blood,� the knife went into George's hand. This time, it did bleed. George held his and Fred's wounds together tight. The beginnings of that spell started to flutter his stomach as he thought about the next part. Distantly, he could hear his parents coming his way, telling him to put down the shield. He put every ounce of his concentration, determination and will into the words.

�Hail to four quarters of the earth, to the four winds of the sea. By the blood within my hand, Bring my brother to me. Give him back, do you hear me!� George shouted the last to the sky, to the Gods, to anyone who was listening. He fell to his knees pressing his forehead the Fred's hand. He repeated the spell eight more times, head against his brother's hand, the skin warming from George's tears.

�George-luv, come in side. We can all talk about this.� Mrs. Weasley tried to reason with her son. Time felt like it stopped. No one moved. No one spoke. Shaking breaths of those who were crying was the only sound.

Finger's moved against his check, cold and stiff, testing the tears against them. George looked up. The sun moved over the mountain shining brilliantly just over his brother. Fred slowly blinked, looking straight up into the lightening blue sky. George leaned over to look him in the eye.

�Such a cry baby, George,� Fred's voice rasped. Now, it wasn't George who wailed, but his mother who collapsed with that weight of her relief into the arms of her husband. Ron, Ginny and Charlie were the last of the Weasleys to join the celebration. George dropped the barrier and hugged his brother like he was the last solid thing on the planet.

When he was finally released, Mrs. Weasley hugged both Fred and George arm shaking with the ferocity of emotion.

�Mum, I can't breath,� Fred couldn't make his voice any louder then a whisper. He could really use a cup of coffee. Mrs. Weasley let him go and gave George a full hug.

�You are all so precious to me. It hurt to think I'd lost one of my precious children. Thank you,� She whispered.

�You're welcome,� George replied blinking the tears from his eyes, �Besides, who else would run the shop with me?�

Fred shielded his eyes from the sun and took George's outstretched hand, pulling in his twin for a hug as well as to his feet. They looked down at their hands where George had used the knife. Identical scars bisected in their palms. They were pale and aged. Far more then the wounds that should have been there.

�I wasn't ready to go yet. Thank you.�

Dumbledore's Painting was positioned enough that he could see the family out on the grass. He watched the entire interaction with a smile. A former head mistress whose painting hung lower and to the left huffed.

�Don't you get tired of being right all the time?�

�I figured the Weasley twins could do more with the Doppelganger Spell then I could. I simply left it in a place where they would find it.� He replied.

�And the Map of Hogwarts Potter's father and his hooligan friends made? You just happened to leave in Filch's office when they were in their first year?�

�Carelessness, on my part, I assure you.� Dumbledore smiled as the group went in side. If only there had been more he could do to for the other's who died.

AN-Okay, so I hate when Authors or film-makers kill main characters for shock value. I know in the real world bad things happen to good people, but the reason why it's fiction is because it isn't like real life. Plus Fred and George (And Luna) are my favorite characters in her books.

A/N...N- I've had requests so her, if you want that song leave me a review with your email and I'll sent it to you. By the way Heather Alexander owns it, I'm not making money, please don't sue ^^;.
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