[HP Twins] Death Brothers

The author has something to say: I am not a contracted author, but I have also written many novels, and I will not cheat. I have 10 words in my manuscript, and I update it 5 times a week or every day. Please feel free to eat it.It seems that you can receive Bawang votes even if you don’t sign a contract, because another article received Bawang tickets, so in order to give back to readers, I’d better use this account to write the article well.

I wrote this CP because I think Ms. JK is too cruel, how can I let one of the twins die!So hoping to help them find redemption.And although the characters in the original novel are not blackened, some of the characters have been blackened after the war. The story unfolds like a god, and it is still logical. HE, it will be a bit sad at the beginning.

Volume [-]: Death Realm

001. The Madman of the Weasleys

After May 1998, 5, there was a red-haired madman in the Weasley family.Everyone thought George was crazy, and he made himself fake earmuffs, pretended to be Fred, and sometimes took off the earmuffs and said he was George.

He would go back to the house after eating, and would come out for another meal later, and Ms. Weasley would tell him, "You've eaten."

George opened the corner of his mouth, and a big smile appeared on his face, "That's Fred, I'm George. Mom, you always can't tell us apart."

Ms Weasley yelled, "Stop making such jokes, George."

A smile bloomed on George's face, as if he couldn't feel Mrs. Weasley's rage, but continued to smile and said: "Oh, Mom, George will be sad when you say that, because you will never be able to tell who we are? .”

The chubby Ms. Weasley stroked her forehead with her hand to cover her teary eyes. Fred's death cast a shadow over the family, and even their red hair turned a dark red.Ron didn't dare to disturb George's madness, and Mr. Weasley's eyes were a little red. He stood up and said that the Ministry of Magic had something to do, and left the table, while Ginny Weasley had already choked up and fell silent.

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More than five months have passed since the final battle, Fred Weasley died a month after his 19th birthday, and 20 years old has become an eternally distant thing.All of this, everything is still the same as it just happened yesterday.

The wooden exterior of the Burrow creaked, and the autumn wind was blowing at the windows of the Burrow. The magic protected the cold wind from entering, but it still couldn't warm the room, even though the small stove on the test bench was burning wearing something.

George was in his room, which had once been a bedroom for two, but now he was alone. OWN turned out to be such a lonely word, although it all starts with O, without Fred, it is no longer OUR.

He didn't have the smile he had on Mrs. Weasley, and after the war he lost his twin brother, lost Fred, and he wasn't complete anymore.Looking at my face with a mirror, touching my missing left ear, talking to myself as if I was really talking to the person in the mirror.

"Fred, without ears, mom can finally tell us apart. Is it because I am different from you that you want to leave me?"

In the room, George hugged the mirror and knelt on the ground. His tears fell drop by drop on the old floor, dyeing dark circles one by one.

"Brother, come back. Please, come back. Merlin, get Fred back. Please, get Fred back."

George recalled what Fred said, touched the same face as his own, and said flatly: "George, you have to call me brother. Because F is in front of G."

There are 24 English letters, and the order of F is in front of G. Even Mrs. Weasley can't tell them who is the elder brother and who is the younger brother, but Fred always claims to be the elder brother because of the order of the English letters, but he never I didn't do anything like an older brother taking care of my younger brother, except that night...

It's dusk.

The golden afterglow shone on the window, and Mrs. Weasley knocked on the door of George's room, "Honey, you need to eat." At this moment, she vaguely heard a crash behind the door, "George, you have been eating for a week." I don’t have anything to eat, I’m going to break in.”

As she spoke, she held the dinner plate in one hand and pressed her ear against the wooden door, listening to the sounds in the room.Her hands were a little sore, Mrs. Weasley sighed, and took out her wand with her free hand, intending to make an arajo hole, but at this moment, the door opened automatically with a trembling, revealing the darkness of the room .

George's house is a mess, but Mrs. Weasley will never yell at the twins again. Who can understand George's grief at losing Fred?She is their mother, watching them grow up without leaving each other for a moment.Oh, these twin sons of hers... they never left each other, only once escorting Harry, George lost an ear, and the battle, they lost Fredrey.

The tip of the wand glowed softly, illuminating the room. George was hunched over and working on something on their "experiment table". A pot of rust-colored solution was burning on the dry pot. .

"Oh, what are you doing honey, this smell..."

She said that she was going to the window to get some air, but she found that the window was sealed. She turned her head and asked George what was going on.

George's short red hair has grown from his neck to his shoulders because he hasn't taken care of it all the time. His face is pale, and even his freckles have faded. If you don't look carefully, you may not recognize that this is one of Gryffindor's Bludgers. .He parted his bangs with one hand, with a smile on his lips, "I'm drawing a portrait of Fred, don't open the window, it can't be ventilated yet."

Portraits in the wizarding world can’t be done with a little sketching skills. She walked up to George and looked at the easel that had appeared in the room at some time. On the wooden triangular shelf, there was already a drawing board covered with cloth. I wanted to open it, but was stopped by George again.

"Shh, mother, Fred is sleeping, don't disturb him."

Mrs. Weasley noticed that when George said this, his tone was surprisingly gentle. What's more, he seemed to really think that Fred was sleeping, because he was speaking English in the present continuous tense.

George touched the canvas on the painting, and was so careful that he only touched the top horizontal frame of the frame. His gentle movements seemed to be stroking the top of the baby's head, and his eyes were soft and full of expectation.

Mrs. Weasley's eyes were red again, she choked up and looked at George, who was pale and weak, and passed the dish without mentioning the portrait, "Look at yourself, you should eat something."

George shrugged and said with a smile, "Fred and I worked together to develop a new type of canary biscuit. We ate a lot and weren't hungry at all."

Mrs. Weasley finally couldn't bear George's words and the ugly smile on his face, she cried, "Fred is dead, he is dead."

George put away the smile on his lips, some long hair lay softly on his forehead, covering his brown-green eyes, he shook his head firmly, and said affirmatively: "No, he's not dead .”

Mrs. Weasley hugged her son, "George, my poor George." She cried out George's name, "Fred is gone, but you have to live well, he certainly doesn't want to see you like this. "

And George just kept repeating, "No, he's not dead."

After Mrs. Weasley left, George carefully opened the curtain, and the canvas was not like George said, there was a sleeping Fred with his eyes closed, but a large area of ​​red.

Alchemy: [SourPainting] The portrait of the soul in the magic world, the formula is lost.

The essence of alchemy has long been lost in the teaching of Hogwarts. Potions are a branch of alchemy. If Professor Snape is still alive, he might know about it. Unfortunately, the old bat is also dead.

George touched his face, thinking about those little ideas over and over in his mind, those novel potion formulas always brought them infinite happiness, but now he found that Fred left, and took their common inspiration with him .He couldn't come up with novel recipes, and his creativity, or theirs, disappeared with Fred.

"Maybe I should try more blood. Those dark wizards always preach the power of pure blood. Hope it's true."

The big red smeared on the canvas is nothing but George's own blood mixed with other potions he can think of. There is no theory or basis. He has no idea what he is doing. , in fact he didn't know what he could do.Maybe he was already crazy, he just painted the paint mixed with his own blood on the canvas over and over again.

The paintbrush was applied over and over again, and the red piled up together, turning into brick red, layer after layer, turning into dark brown, until it was red that could not be seen.His pale and slender hands were holding the paintbrush tightly, and he painted almost crazily, gradually seeming to draw some magical runes.

At this time, a hand suddenly seemed to protrude from another plane in the canvas. The hand was pale, weak, and skinny, and it just appeared out of thin air, grasping something in the air.George didn't know if he was crazy, he was so excited that he dropped the pen, but when he stretched out his hand to grab the hand, in the blink of an eye, the scene just now disappeared again.

"No," he screamed, "come back, Fred."

Scratching the canvas with both hands, the undried red paint stained his fingers, and his fingertips turned red.Trembling, George turned around and swept everything on the workbench to the ground. The empty utensils and potion bottles were smashed to the ground, and a strange thick smoke suddenly came out.

"Why! Fred! No!"

He's desperate not knowing what he's doing, what he's lost, what he can do.

"Fred..."

Late at night.

Ron ran down from the attic, watched the colorful smoke drifting out from the crack of George's door, and smelled one or several disgusting smells without getting close. George Gate, I intuitively feel that the situation inside is very bad.

With a bang, the door opened. The inside of the room was really bad, the potion pots were in a mess, and George was screaming in Chester.

He saw George kneeling on the ground, his knees seemed to be scalded by the corrosive potion, and the skin on his knees was still burning with "gurgling", but he didn't seem to feel any pain, maybe he had already It hurts so much that I can't feel this kind of flesh pain.

Ron waved his wand and cleaned it up. The debris on the ground was gone, but the potion couldn't be completely returned to the original pot. Potions are always complicated.

"George, don't hurt yourself," said Ron.

George raised his head and saw his youngest brother standing in front of him. He wiped the corners of his eyes, pretended to be calm and showed an ugly smile, "Congratulations on becoming an Auror." He said and looked at Luo On his waist, there was an extra wand jacket with the Ministry of Magic logo painted on it.

After that final battle, everyone seemed to be different, Ron was not as complacent as he was in those years, he frowned, "Maybe...I mean maybe...there is a way to revive Fred When he finished saying this, he realized that he had said something extraordinary, and immediately regretted saying it, because no one knew whether it was useful or not.

George stood up and threw himself on Ron, as if he was going to push him into the floor, "What way?" He had great strength, but his voice was so weak.

Ron felt that George's body was not as strong as before, and that the Gryffindor batsmen had become haggard in the past few months. He looked at George's eager eyes, and looked away a little bit, but he made up his mind to say it .

"I mean Harry might have a way. Do you know about the Resurrection Stone?"