[HP Twins] Death Brothers

Extra Story 01: Fred's Waiting

If someone told Fred that you can think after losing your head, he'd be like, "Hey man, that sounds good? I know cockroaches can live days after losing their heads. Hey, how do you seem A bit uncomfortable? Want some cockroach piles? I suggest you start biting from the head.” But when he lost his head and could still feel the pain in his hands and feet, that’s no laughing matter.

"You're really kidding, Percy . . . I haven't heard you kidding for a long time, since you—"

On the night of May 1998, 5, Fred Weasley died a month after his 1th birthday, and his 19th birthday with George became a distant event, and everything still seemed like it happened just yesterday like that.

Fred didn't know that he could think without a head and hear without ears. He thought for a while and suddenly realized, 'Yes, I'm dead'.Even though the body appears complete, it is not really the body, but the soul.He is thinking with his soul, he is listening with his soul, his soul is cut and tortured, he still hurts.

Then he could move because it wasn't his limbs.

"you……"

The stumps scattered on the ground were gone, and at the same time, it was an undead with a vague appearance. The body had no clear outline, and the whole figure was made of smoke.The Viking instinctively swung his ax and greatsword at Fred, choosing to attack before he knew what was going on.

"Wand," Fred thought to himself.The wand appeared in his hand, but the spell was of no use to the Vikings.

Thinking of using the apparition phantom, he appeared on the barren plain the next moment, without even needing to say a spell, as if the magic power was part of his body.

Fred moved the corner of his mouth, wanting to laugh, but he felt irritable and couldn't laugh.He was pacing in place, going around in circles as if he was trying to make things difficult for himself.The retreat from the Vikings just now caused a fire in his heart.He thought of the humiliation of being dragged across the ground by the Vikings, of being treated like cattle, torn apart.By the time he realized what he had done, he had blasted a crater into the ground with his wand.

Something is different, he is not like himself.

Holding the wand in his hand, he groaned/groaned in pain, the incompleteness of his soul was fragile and vulnerable, his torn soul failed to fuse together well, and split again.This time his body was clearer, the red hair could be seen, and there were two Freds in this barren land.

"How can you leave, you should kill them all! Kill those wearing horned hats! Kill them!"

Fred looked at this self, the fiery red hair seemed to carry this Fred's anger, so he called this self "Rage".

"Incomplete!" someone said, turning around to see another version of himself. "There are undead there..." Before he finished speaking, he moved in the direction his finger was pointing.The soul has not yet drawn a clear outline of the limbs, and the lightness seems to be blown away by the wind, and the afterimage passing in the air is like soot, so unreal. "Fury" grabbed his wand impatiently and grabbed him tightly, and the two chased after their own.

When they finally caught up, what they saw was themselves devouring the undead.

"Not this... eat more!" Fred heard himself say, mouth opening and closing, eating like transparent jelly, throat making a "grunting" sound, a crazy beast, Fred De calls this himself "gluttony".

Short red hair, blurred facial features, gradually able to outline a clear outline.The undead eaten by "gluttony" repaired some of the incomplete souls and became more powerful.

"Not enough." Another self, "More." This self said greedily.

"I'm too lazy to go." A new self said so, even sitting lazily on the ground.

The left shoulder was held by someone, "That's the only thing you can do?" This self sarcastically mocked.

"Why are they whole?" The voice sounded envious. "Why do I have to look like you?"

The splitting of the soul made the appearance of these 7 Freds more clear, and these selves have exactly the same face as him.Only then did Fred think of another person who looked exactly like himself—George Weasley.How could they appear in front of him with George's face, he wanted to kill them all.His George... do they want to share his George too?

"Do you understand now?" said the eighth himself. "You are guilty."

Rage, gluttony, greed, laziness, arrogance, jealousy, and finally - illegitimate sex/desire.

Fred looked at the seven selves in front of him, these bad aspects of human character, so what is the split self?

"Hate." Seven people said.

***

The twins met their wands for the first time at the age of 12 in Ollivander's wand shop.

"This is tricky," George said, looking at his wand.

"I don't think so." Fred squeezed the wand, felt his magic power slowly pass through the wand body, and then returned to his body from the wand body. He had never felt at ease before. This feeling was very strange and made him feel He unconsciously took George's hand.

"It's amazing that even identical twins like you have different wands. Different wand bodies and the same mountain wood core. Mountain wood blue symbolizes change, and people who are blessed by this flower have a very straightforward personality. Ollivander pointed at George. "Look at this boy's fourteen-inch oak cane. Boy, you are naturally optimistic and have a big heart."

"What about mine?" Fred rubbed the naturally optimistic head beside him, ignoring George's yelling "stop". "What about me? Mr. Ollivander?" He asked again.

"The body of the fourteen-inch pine rod, my child, you will have a long life, and the pine tree symbolizes longevity." Ollivander said to Fred with a smile.

"So it does look a bit like a pine cone," Fred looked at the handle of the stick. "Why nine stories?"

"Because the largest number in any digit is nine." Ollivander thought for a while and said, "Some wizards believe that 9 and 13 are numbers related to death. The soul must pass through 9 from birth to death. 13 sphere. [-] symbolizes death."

***

Fred looked at the pine wand in his hand and seemed to laugh at his short life.The pine tower at the end of the stick originally had nine floors, but now it has only one floor. "At least one is right." There are eight of us here, "There are nine in total."

***

"You're just like us," said a girl with short blonde hair.

"Did you split yourself too?" asked another identical girl.

"Ah, yes, we are running away..."

"Look there..."

The two girls in front of me looked like they were in their teens, they had exactly the same face, and they liked to sing together when they spoke.Unlike Fred and George, the two girls always spoke with deadpan faces.

Fred looked where they were pointing, and saw the tumbling dust and heard the rumble of horseshoes.When they showed their figures on horseback from the other side of the horizon, everyone saw that it looked like a long-dead knight.This group of death knights rode skeleton horses, some held giant swords or guns, and wore knight helmets and knight armor. Medieval knights, the surface of the armor was rusty, and there was an ominous atmosphere around them.

"Rage" didn't say hello, and cast a spell of dismemberment on the death knight. Unlike the Vikings who were not immune to magic attacks, the death knight was blown away under the spell of "Rage".

"Gluttony" grabbed the stump on the ground and bit it in his mouth, "There is no soul." This meant that he couldn't take inspirit.

"Then tear them down." "Arrogance" said so.

The heaviness of history can be seen at a glance from the armor of these knights. The armor is older and has a long history than those on the Hogwarts corridors.The eyes of the skeleton horse are glowing with faint green flames. Who are they?

Fred used all kinds of spells to greet this group of death knights. Wizards and knights were friends in the era of Merlin and King Arthur, but later became enemies because of the rise of religion. Fighting against knights has had an advantage since ancient times. Unlike knights who often need melee and charge to exert their combat power, wizards only need to find a hiding place and cast spells from a distance.However, due to the population gap, wizards gradually faded out of the people's world.

Seeing such a scene, the two girls stood still and tilted their heads to watch the unsuspecting battle.

"The undead at the market said that death knights are not interested in ordinary undead," said a girl.

"Why are you chasing us?" another girl asked.

"Lazy" who didn't join the war heard this and observed the girl, "Let's talk about division first?"

"Splitting means that after the undead encounters themselves at the same time, the shared memory of the soul will be divided into two halves." A girl replied

"We are two people and one person." Another girl received.

"Lazy" looked the girl up and down, then cast a confusion spell around her.After that, as he expected, the death knight seemed to lose his target in an instant, ignoring his broken companions on the ground, reining in the horse and turning away.

Fred met a few of himself, they were not under his complete control, but shared knowledge, he looked at the two girls, "You are witches."

***

The longer I wander, the more I feel that Death hates wizards. Vikings like to torture wizards. Death knights can smell wizards, even wizards who have magical powers after death, they will not let them go.Fred saved some and killed some.He gradually understood how to survive here, learned a lot of black magic, gradually got used to other selves, gradually forgot to smile, and became Fred who was not Fred.

Then that day the radiance of the Patronus illuminated George Bazaar, and he saved the people he missed.George had changed a lot, his face was pale, and his hair had grown to his shoulders.Fred is like a ghost in a hood, how should he face George?Tell him he's a monster who loves his brother?

There are many voices in my head, "jealousy" said: "lock him up, then no one will be able to see him."

"Lust/Desire" said: "Tie it up so that it can only be filled by you."

"Greedy" said: "Make him all yours."

"Fred, I found you, Fred."

Fred looked at George's chest, where there was a wound shot by an arrow, but the wound had healed long ago. He raised his hand, stroked the hole in George's chest clothes, and looked up at George again.After wandering for too long, he is so familiar with the magic of death. If he doesn't break this dream, can George stay here forever?

He was guilty, but not enough to hurt George.

"You're not George." After he said this, George rushed to his side regardless, hugged him, feeling the touch from his chest.The two rested their chins on each other's right shoulders, as they had done countless times before.

"Fred, it's okay, it's okay, we're together at last."

Fred felt his own soul wave, another self was nearby, and there was a George Weasley there too.Maybe everything is an arrangement of fate.

Fred said almost cruelly, "Don't you understand? You are not George, you are the Resurrection Stone."

Watching him disappear in front of his eyes, Fred felt that his already icy body became even colder.

***

Charon's sacrifice made Fred's consciousness gradually disappear. He should have no hands, but he still seems to be holding his own wand.

"The fourteen-inch pine symbolizes, my child, you will have a long life, and the pine tree symbolizes longevity."

"Because the largest number in any one digit is nine."

"Some wizards believe that 9 and 13 are numbers related to death. The soul passes through 9 realms from birth to death. 13 represents death."

Fred thought vaguely of his wand and his broken soul again.

There are eight original sins born of hatred, so what is George's resurrected self?

Fred thought of the way Fred looked at George, the way they held hands.

Yes, what else could it be?

Of course it is love.

Where there is love there is hope.

The bridge of death rolled the water of the Styx, sucked Fred's soul in the explosion and went up, and the brittle pieces of the soul were recombined in the water and integrated into a person's body.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" George's voice came to mind.

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