[HP Twins] Death Brothers

Draco finally told them that this is his other hospital, which is safe, and sent them some medicine, and let them have a good rest.

George, who had calmed down, had a bandage on his abdomen, and was lying on the bed looking at the bed curtain in a daze, when Fred suddenly appeared above his head, "What are you thinking?" He kissed George's forehead as he said, when Fred When De wanted to kiss George's lips, George blocked him with his hand.

"Anyway, I'm not thinking what you think." George said to Fred who was supporting himself above him.

"Then what am I thinking?" Fred asked with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Fred, I'm hurt!" George gestured to his bandaged stomach with his eyes.

"Do you still remember when I lied to you when I was young that a kiss would not hurt?" Fred moved down, some red blood seeped from the white bandage, and the smell of iron permeated the tip of his nose, and he kissed The wound on George's waist caused George to mutter in dissatisfaction.

"You lied to me when I was a kid? You mean...?" George asked, looking at the bed curtain above his head.

"I broke my arm, and you cried over there, and then I told you, kiss the wound, and it won't hurt." Fred stroked George's skin that wasn't covered by the bandage, "Then you kiss the wound." After a while, I lied to you that it doesn't hurt anymore, so you don't cry."

"Oh, it's a bit embarrassing. But you lied to me too much when I was a child! In the third grade, you lied to me that there would not be any growth there, which made me have nightmares for several days."

"There?" Fred said, moving his head down a little, and kissed George's crotch. "Here?"

George grabbed Fred's short red hair, "Fred, did I say, am I hurt?"

"I just want to see if I've grown up now." Fred said and kissed again, and George could feel how hot his kiss was through the fabric.Almost without teasing, it swelled, wrapped in pants, showing his shape.Seeing George's reaction, Fred seemed inspired.

The bed curtain was lowered to form a closed space on the bed. The darkness amplified the senses. The sound of the zipper was accompanied by George's panting. His stomach was torn, and his moaning could not tell whether it was more joy or more pain. His mind was full of Fred, and he could see Fred's red body in the dark. The hair, he knew, was as red as his hair, like the fire burning inside them now, like the blood running through their bodies.

It's the same, exactly the same.

"Hmm..." The overflowing hum made Fred feel satisfied. He liked the joy of holding George, which was what he gave.He squeezed George's crotch, kneading the nearby muscles, speeding up his swallowing/vomiting.

They seemed to be shrouded in hazy tulle, unable to struggle out of this invisible bondage, their hearts were beating, George swallowed, and the air in his mouth was filled with hormonal musk, and the soft and flat leaflets on the bed were pinched by him. The white light flashed in front of his eyes, and the laziness after release made him accept Fred's kiss with his own taste.

"Go to sleep, Joe." Fred endured his desire, but did not go any further.

"Frey, you cunning bastard." George cursed lazily, in exchange for a kiss from Fred.

***

The house-elf of the Malfoy family thoughtfully put breakfast on the coffee table in the house while they were washing up.

Facing the sunshine, George remembered that he should contact Randall as soon as possible. Too many things happened yesterday, which made him forget that if WICCA suspects that he has the formula for making the Sorcerer's Stone, Randall is also in danger.

"Yes...Are you sure the address won't be discovered? Isn't there a hacker?...I'm still a little worried...You need to change to another place....No, no, listen to me, I have to come pick you up."

Fred heard George hang up the phone, handed him a glass of water, and asked, "Pick up Randall first?"

"No, he insisted on working a full day." George took a sip of water and sighed.

"Go to Harry, then," said Fred.

George suddenly thought of Randall's words, turned to look at Fred, glanced up and down, "How old are you?"

Fred nodded George's head, "What the hell are you thinking?"

"Oh," George coughed in embarrassment, and suddenly thought of a question about age, "Minors can no longer use magic!"

Fred spread his hands in front of George, and there were two wands lying quietly in his hands, one belonged to Fred's pine wand, and the other looked a little strange to George. "Maybe the wand follows the spirit!" he said.Two wands belonged to two Freds, and apparently the Ministry of Magic does not monitor pine wands belonging to adult Freds.

"Do you still remember that Snape and I still had our own wands in the realm of death? Recalling the moment when we first held our own wands, there would be a warm current flowing from the touch of our fingers to our bodies, that kind of wonderful It feels like I have found my other half," Fred said and paused here, "Of course, you are my other half, there is no doubt about that." George rolled his eyes at this.

Fred continued, "My soul was once torn apart, and my wand was also split. The reason why wandless magic is easy for wizards with advanced magical powers is because they have better control and restraint of wands than others. To be superb, this is a kind of induction, the stronger the induction, the more you can summon your own wand, anywhere. And the state to capture the strongest induction is the state of the soul."

"No, I don't think it's right. Then my soul came here. Instead of having a wand, why did I become a Muggle?" George wondered.

"Hey, George, haven't you figured it out yet? Soul! The state of the soul..." Fred hinted.

"Soul... Oh! I see!" George said in surprise, "The magic power comes from the soul, but the Muggle's body imprisons this magic power! The wizard's body does not imprison this power."

"Those wizards who advocate pure blood are not entirely unreasonable," Fred said. "A child born from a body that can use magic is much more likely to be able to use magic than a Muggle."

"So Randall knows magic in the realm of death, but he is a squib here." George continued.

"But not everyone's soul has magical talent. I have met some undead with magical talent, but not many." Fred added, he sighed, and there seemed to be countless times passing by in front of him. Together with his split soul, he wanders alone in the wasteland of the realm of death.The pair of girls with short blond hair are undead with magical talents.

"At least I understand something now, cheer up!"

The two went to the Auror office of the Ministry of Magic. Now that Harry has become the Minister of Auror 19 years later, maybe this is the fate. If you turn a corner in the choice, the ending will have an earth-shaking change, but this change may not be so. Well, at least George doesn't think he's doing well when he sees Harry, and like Draco he's older than his peers.

Harry took the elevator to the lobby, took a few steps and ran towards Fred, "Hey, Fred, why are you looking for me? This is?" He looked at the young man wearing a baseball cap next to Fred .

George nodded to Harry, seeing that Harry was confused for a moment, then seemed to twitch and frowned and put his hand on his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Fred stepped forward to support Harry.

Harry took the pill out of his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed it without drinking water, and then his expression seemed to relax a little, "It's an old problem."

"You are very similar to someone I know," Harry said, and glanced at Fred. The young man in front of him looked very much like the dead Fred who demanded his life in his dream. He was troubled by nightmares, and recently I always feel that the war has not been long, and those who died for him all ran into his dream one by one, asking him to repay their lives.He shook his head, trying to get these horrible images out of his head, and said to the young man in front of him, "Sorry, I'm sorry."

Fred said that he invited Harry to sit down for a while, and he needed to talk to Harry about some things.After Harry agreed, the three of them left the Ministry of Magic and walked into a cake shop on the streets of London. As soon as they entered the shop, they smelled a sweet smell, which made people feel very relaxed, and Harry felt that his mood seemed to be better.The decoration of this cake shop has a French style. On both sides of the long corridor are private rooms decorated in the shape of a carriage. Fred stopped in front of a private room and opened the door to enter.

Harry saw the food on the table at first glance, all his favorites, and the sweet and greasy pumpkin juice.He saw Fred and the unknown young man sitting on one side, and he made it to the opposite side of them. When they were all seated, the door was pushed open again, and this time he walked into a familiar yet very strange place. However, that person had to sit beside him as a matter of course.

"What's going on, Fred?" Harry looked at his nephew seriously, then turned to his eternal enemy at Hogwarts and said, "Can you tell me what's going on, Malfoy. "

Draco looked at Harry and knew Harry wasn't having a good time, his limp black hair with a few strands of white between it, a distinct frown at the corners of his eyes and between his brows, and terrible clothes taste, Ginny Does this woman let her husband go out like this?Damn corduroy pants!oh!He's going to burn all the corduroy!

Harry felt that Draco seemed very unhappy, and because of himself, but he was the one who should be unhappy.He said to the other three people in the private room, "Who can talk?"

Draco spoke, his voice was hoarse and low, "Are you taking neurological medicine?"

Harry's thoughts were really easy to guess. George and Fred, who were sitting across from them, could see Harry reaching for his medicine pocket for the first time, and they both thought of the pills Harry had just taken at the same time.

"You..." Draco seemed to be getting more and more unhappy. Harry felt a little baffled, but what was even more strange was that he couldn't control his mouth and told Draco that he had depression. treat.He regretted it after he finished speaking, and he looked at Draco, and his head hurt again.

"Remember, don't try to resist." Draco reached out and took Harry's hand off, then pressed it on his temple.

Feeling the coldness of Draco's fingers from where they touched, Harry felt much better. "Thank you," he said.Then he saw that Draco was not too hot in summer wearing a gray suit, the cuffs of the white lace shirt just covered the tiger's mouth, and he was wearing an emerald ring on his left middle finger. Looking along these hands, he saw A black jeweled brooch pinned to the collar of his shirt.

"That's mine." Harry stared at the jeweled brooch, and he and Draco appeared in his mind, standing in a doorway, Draco bowed his head and kissed his forehead.The morning light shone on them, and the picture looked very warm.

Draco took off the black gem brooch pin on his neckline and pinned it on Harry's neckline, "Black matches your hair well."

Memories poured into the brain messed up with drugs, Draco used a love potion on him, Draco tricked himself into making a soul contract, he called Draco Draco, and he called himself Ha Leigh, they had a fight with the Death Eaters, and then he saved himself and put the Elder Wand into his hands.The last picture was a flame, he was hugged by Draco, and he was tightly protected by him, what was going through his mind at that time?

Oh, it was Draco who really loved him more than his own life!

Harry looked up at the young man on the opposite side again, and he remembered that this was George Weasley, the George Weasley who went to the realm of death, so the Fred beside him, which Fred was it?

"I'm Fred, Harry, don't make me call you Uncle Harry."

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