[HP Twins] Death Brothers

"Horn. Our friend. What makes you so depressed? Have you seen Death?" The burly man with a horn hat on his head greeted a strange old man and gave him a warm hug .

"Oh, Black Wine Barrel, you will kill Horn." A similarly burly man with a protruding forehead patted Black Wine Barrel on the shoulder, signaling him to let go.

"Death? Come on. Saiga. That's the gift of the god of death." The black wine barrel laughed, and scratched the black hair under his horned hat that looked like it was going to explode.

The old man named Haun ignored their conversation, his voice was cold and slow, "The sacrifice is dead."

"Sacrifice?" Saiga asked while wiping his axe, "The group of stowaways?"

"Oh, that's not a stowaway. They have the coordinate paper that Horn gave them." Black Barrel said this, staring at the old man, obviously guarding against something.

"Black Barrel, don't say that, stowaway is just a title, you know what I'm talking about."

"That's right! The rare channel has been torn open, and there is a hole smaller than your eyeball. You can send a little coordinate paper or something. I heard that the soul of the sacrifice is very suitable for transformation. What a pity." Haun said, "Why, why doesn't our ferryman speak?"

"Oh, black wine barrel, the river is gone." Segar put down his ax and looked at the rest of the tribe.

There were two Vikings competing, one person knocked the other to the ground, and immediately someone rushed up to continue the fight with the victor, and the others dragged the defeated person to the side, laughing and yelling standing, brandishing their respective weapons.

"I'm not here to catch up with you." When the Viking said the word ferryman, Haun's face became colder and older.

"Are we going to run errands again? The dementors don't care about our lives. Last time the Celtic wizards, red-haired, and black-haired imps were almost caught, if they didn't appear suddenly .” Black Barrel grabbed his hair violently, “Saijia, you have the final say.”

Saijia held the handle of the ax in his hand, "We should be grateful. We can continue to plunder here after our lives are over. We should be grateful for the God of Death's care and the ferryman's guidance."

"The opportunity has come." Hown pointed to the sky.

***

Fred was so cheerful that he didn't look like an undead, although both of them knew that Fred had been beheaded before, so he must have experienced some tragic things.

George looked at the corpses of those Death Eaters, but he couldn't even use a flaming flame on them. Maybe they would wake up in a corner of this wasteland in the form of undead. I wish them not to give up on themselves like this time.

When the two brothers returned to Dean Slater's office together, the three of Randall had already left. George couldn't expect Snape to be the host to keep the guests, but he couldn't thank Randall in person. George felt a little regretful and a little ashamed.

Snape didn't seem to be looking very well, probably because a boy who didn't reach his waist height was hiding behind him, holding Snape's robe in his hand, secretly watching the two of them.

"Such a cute child, is he Snape's son?" Fred joked without hesitation.

George showed Snape an expression of "Actually, Fred and I are not that familiar", turned his head and blinked at Fred, meaning "please shut up".

"Oh, Fred Weasley, I should really mourn your twin brother George, who may have worked so hard to resurrect you but not your wits. Oh! No, maybe that's because you never Never had wisdom," said Snape.

"Haha, two points from Gryffindor for disrespecting the professor." Fred winked at George. "It really hasn't changed at all, just like Hogwarts."

George smiled and said nothing. After all, the boy was not just any child, but the dark lord—Voldemort.

"Severus~" The boy's voice was coquettish, "Why is Severus talking to them and not me."

'Who will tell me, is this spoiled child really Voldemort? George took Lafred's hand, he was eager to share it with Fred, but it attracted Snape's venom instead.

"George Weasley, what is your expression? Are you going to cry and call your brother again?" Snape seemed a little annoyed and sarcastically.

Fred opened his mouth and hugged George's shoulder affectionately, "Oh? What? George, have you finally admitted that I'm your brother?"

"No! It's Bill, Patsy, and Charlie, but it's not you anyway." George turned his eyes away in denial, and pulled away Fred's arm.

"Pockmarked face, and little white face, don't talk to Severus, Severus is mine." Voldemort, who had been neglected all this time, said to the Weasley twins.

Seeing the little boy hiding behind Snape and saying such words, Fred felt that the boy was not cute at all!But George felt that this scene was even weirder.

"Why is he a little boy?" Fred asked dissatisfied.

"Why is he pockmarked?" George finally responded to Fred's humor.

Fred was so happy that he hooked George's shoulder again, and this time George hooked Fred too.

"Haven't you already figured out who this is referring to? Stupid!" The boy lifted his chin, trying his best to imitate Snape's tone.

"Meta, don't be rude." Snape yelled at the boy at the right time.

"His name is Mehta?" Fred winked at George. Just as the boy said, George's face is pale, without freckles, and his facial features are exactly the same as his own. It always feels a little different, and he really has such a weak little pale face. look.

And George didn't think Fred was ugly at all. Weasley's freckles were not ugly. They were so cute on the smiling and laughing Weasley twins, not to mention pockmarked.George was so narcissistic that when Fred looked at him with a smile, he looked very good-looking, after all, their faces were the same.

Hearing Snape call Voldemort Mehta, like his own nephew, made George feel a little more subtle.But isn't it true that the big venomous tongue breeds the little venomous tongue because of words and deeds?

"Can Severus like me if I'm polite?" Mehta asked with her head thrown back.

Snape rarely encountered such a situation, his students either respected him or hated him, so they always kept away from him.Severus Snape had no relatives, no friends by his side, and no one had ever been so close to him, which made him confused for a moment, but after remembering that this person was Voldemort, he was able to strengthen his heart immediately.He shook his head, "If you want to be liked by me, you have to do more."

His expression was still so cold when he spoke, but George felt that this scene was very warm, perhaps because he and Fred had just been reunited, so everything he saw was beautiful.

"Professor, I'm taking Fred to a fair." George changed the subject, but got a sneer from Snape.

"Bazaar? George, I thought you would be smarter. Don't you know how tempting resurrection is to the undead?"

Fred looked at the two and grabbed George's hand at the right time, "George, I think we need to talk alone."

Seeing Fred's expression seemed a little unhappy, George suddenly felt a little nervous, "Okay, no problem." Before he said goodbye to Snape, Little Mehta had already sent the two of them off with his chin, while Snape I gave him a bottle of raw bone water.

In the bedroom of the Burrow, a familiar door appeared on the wall. After twisting the doorknob, the two entered an all-too-familiar space. When the door closed behind George, Fred hugged George.

Fred seems to have enjoyed holding George since his resurrection.George hugged Fred back, thinking about everything that happened in the past, the memories of the two together, replaying in his mind over and over again, until he heard what Fred said.

"George, I'm not happy."

George let go of Fred. "Why?"

"I'm not glad you didn't have me in your experience, George, let's share memories," said Fred.

"Of course..." George wanted to answer, of course, but he remembered what he saw in the mirror of Erised, and he was a little afraid that Fred would discover this secret.

Fred frowned, "George, you are hesitating." He pushed a step away and put his hands on George's shoulders.

"Look at me, George," said Fred.

The two looked at each other, and Fred's eyes were sincere and as always, "Tell me, why are you hesitating?"

In order to avoid Fred's eyes, George took the initiative to hug him, "Don't ask, okay? I'll tell you everything, but please don't ask."

Thanks to Snape's previous training/teaching of George's Occlumency, Fred encountered obstacles when he tried to capture George's brain just now.Where George couldn't see, Fred showed a somewhat regretful curled lip, as if the prank had failed, regretful but not sad, while George was blushing.

The two shared each other's memories, pulled out each other's memories, and then entered each other's Pensieve.

George saw an article on a barren land, and the scene was somewhat similar to what Snape experienced. First, Fred stood there stupidly, making people feel hopeless, as if time stood still, and then there was a sound like metal scraping across the ground , a dementor appeared in front of Fred and began to suck Fred's memory.

Fred yelled, "I will not forget that I am Fred, George Weasley's twin brother." The next moment, the picture was blurred, and George found himself standing among a group of Vikings.

It was the same group of people who attacked them last time, and there was an acquaintance in it who looked like Ula, but this Ula could speak completely, and then a person gradually appeared in front of this group of people, and he saw the twin brother he was very familiar with .

A man in a horned hat grabbed him.He heard Fred yelling "Let me go!" But compared to the six-foot-tall Vikings, the five-foot-six Fred was too thin. Nepe got more knowledge from the dementors like that, and was captured by the vile undead.

Seeing him fall to the ground, he subconsciously wanted to help him, but his hands passed through him.

"Oh, still a Celtic, ha ha ha, what a beautiful day, Black Barrel."

"Can I chop off his head? Saiga, I like his red hair."

"Oh, my dear brother, you have to know how to share, let Ural come this time, there is no fun here."

He heard them talk about Fred's fate as if they were cattle, and saw Ullah, whom they called Ural, come to the front with his double axe, swinging his big axe without hesitation, The chests met, and Fred's head fell in response.

George walked through the group of Vikings, covered his mouth and watched this scene happen, so fast that people forget the sadness.An unprecedented hatred filled his heart, he should really "kill" those pirates he met last time.They had killed him so lightly, killed Fred!

The magic power began to stir in George's blood, and the surrounding air became hot because of this.He didn't know when he had returned to the Burrow, but the scene of Fred being beheaded was still in front of him, confused with the Fred that day in Hogwarts.

"It's all over! George! It's all over!" Fred hugged George tightly, "It's all over, you can't change history!"

Fred used all his strength to stop George's magic riot, and wrapped George with gentle magic.George gradually heard Fred's voice, but what he saw was Fred's pale face.

"George, I think I know why Voldemort came back to life, because you sighed at him." Apparently Fred had seen George's experience. "I don't think I'm fully resurrected, and now I need you to sigh at me."

As Fred said, he hooked George's neck, and he leaned close to George's face, and their mouths were pressed together.George looked at the face close at hand, so nervous that he forgot to breathe, and had no idea what Fred was talking about.

"George, open your mouth! And... close your eyes," Fred said.