[HP Twins] Death Brothers

"What?" Harry asked, still a little confused.

"Three Hallows..." George couldn't finish his sentence, and he lost consciousness without any warning in front of everyone. Fred beside him supported him in time to prevent him from falling to the ground.

***

It's a dream again... It's this involuntary feeling again...

"Where's Fred?" he heard himself ask, a little impatiently.

"Did you ask me?" Angelina asked in a questioning tone, "George, Fred hasn't been home for a few days, don't you know?"

George watched the conversation between the two, and remembered that this was not a dream, Angelina was his "wife", and this was "reality".

The picture flashed by, and George saw himself sitting alone in a room.There are also various prank goods and candies around. This is the shop in Diagon Alley. The time is after the shop closes at night. There is no one in the shop, and the street outside is extremely quiet.George felt his guts being scratched, his heart going up and down, his head swollen terribly.It was a familiar feeling, it had been with Fred when he had first left him, it had been tormented every day and every night.But after meeting Professor Snape in the realm of death, it was no longer like this. He hadn't felt like this for a long time.

93 Diagon Alley - The Weasley Brothers Wheezes, the middle-aged George sat quietly on the steps of the shop, with an old black leather diary on his lap, every word was for a Written for people, each page begins with "Dear Fred."From the day he left him, it tells of longing, pain and despair.

Forced to look at the contents of the diary, George felt the same suffering and pain as himself. He couldn't take it anymore. His soul felt like being poked by a needle. It seemed that if he continued like this, he would lose himself, forever and ever Trapped in this sadness.

'Look no more! ' screamed George, 'don't look any further. '

--'who? '

In the mist shrouded in darkness, a candle seemed to light up in the dark heart.

--'Who is speaking? '

'Can you hear me? '

--'Who are you?Why in my head? '

George was silent for a while, 'I am you...you from another world...'

—'Which world is the other world? '

George felt something stop him from speaking, 'Look. ' he said exhaustedly, 'my memory. '

***

"Fred, is George still awake?" Harry asked, looking at the unconscious George.

Fred squeezed George's hand and shook his head.

"Could it be anemia?" Randall was concerned about George's condition, "Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"How about going to St. Mungo's Hospital?" Harry suggested.

Fred sighed, he turned his head and looked at several people, except for Hermione who went home to find Ron, there were Randall, Harry and Draco Malfoy in the room.

"Harry," Fred said, "according to the plan, the Resurrection Stone should still be in the Forbidden Forest." He looked at Draco again, "Malfoy, can you join Harry?"

Draco shrugged, "Of course," and then turned to Fred, "You can call me Draco."

"Yes, Draco." Fred lowered his head again, looking at the unconscious George on the bed, George seemed to be suffering some kind of pain, his brows were tightly frowned.

"What happened to him?" Randall asked again.

"Soul, his soul is under attack." Fred's knowledge of souls made him keenly aware of the instability of George's soul. "He is dangerous, and I need to leave. Randall, can you help me take care of him?" him?"

***

Fred sprinkled a handful of Floo powder, the green flame burned higher than himself, he got into the fireplace and called out an address, when he stepped out of the fireplace again, it was no longer Malfoy's villa in front of him , he came to his "home".

Angelina, who was dozing off at the table, was awakened, stood up, and took a few steps towards Fred, "Where have you been? Three days...you didn't say where you were for three days, and you left without telling me." Don't."

Fred looked at Angelina with a straight face and cold eyes, "Where is George?"

Angelina was frightened by Fred's eyes, she felt that Fred looked at her as if she was looking at something, as if she was fake, "You...do you hate him? He is your father, you He should not be called by his first name directly."

Fred shook his head. "No, I love him."

Angelina gasped, her skin trembled, her eyes widened. She understood Fred's words from another aspect, but it was enough to make her sad. "So you plan to abandon me? I am your mother!"

Fred didn't respond to her question, "The Burrow? Or Diagon Alley?"

Angelina had a bleak smile on her lips, "Diagon Alley..." She watched Fred sprinkle a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace, "I love you, Frey..."

"I know." Without looking at Angelina, Fred called out "Diagon Alley!" and disappeared into the fireplace.

***

"You know I love you!"

When Harry heard Draco say this to himself suddenly, he almost tripped over a tree root and fell to the ground. Draco helped him in time, which felt a little familiar. It seemed that in the same position, Ron also supported him like this. Live yourself.oh!Now was not the time to think about Ron, he stared into Draco's eyes, wondering why he suddenly became "enthusiastic".

"You know?" Draco said looking directly at him.

Hogwarts was on summer vacation, and Harry explained to Professor McGonagall that he needed to come to Hogwarts, and he got permission without explaining the reason.The whirling branches rustle, the morning sun mottles through the dense branches, the breeze blows the hair on the temples, and the peaceful summer morning and the people around make the once resentful and terrifying Forbidden Forest a pleasant scenery .

"What?" Harry answered, feeling like an idiot, as if he couldn't wait to hear it again.

Sure enough, Draco looked at him with displeasure, making him feel that he had made a mistake, but Draco did not let go of the hand that supported him just now, and the two continued to move forward in the Forbidden Forest hand in hand.

Harry swallowed guiltyly, "Um..."

"Say you know, or don't know." Draco's voice was low and decisive.

"Yes... yes... I know, and then?" Harry was a little self-destructive, he didn't know when the relationship between the two became dominated by Draco.

"That said, I can't stand you seeing Ginny Weasley."

"What?" Harry turned his head and glanced at Draco. Draco was staring straight ahead. His slightly raised chin and straight nose constituted Draco's proud profile, making it almost impossible to see that Draco Laco is jealous and awkward.Harry's heart skipped a few beats, but he said something incomprehensible, "But the kids are going back to school soon."

"Not your child!" Draco retorted in a high voice, and in a calm tone he pointed to a forest in front of him and asked, "Is it there?"

Harry looked towards the woods, "Go and see first," and then replied to Draco's accusation just now, "I know it's not my child."

Draco let go of Harry's hand, "Don't you want to be here?" After speaking, he turned and walked a few steps quickly to the woods, bent down and looked down, his back was strong and generous, but somehow it made people feel lonely.

Harry stared at the back of Draco looking for the Resurrection Stone, and remembered that in the first grade, the two were punished to patrol the Forbidden Forest at night because of some fights. He actually forgot the reason for the conflict at that time, and only remembered that Draco panicked with the oil lamp Confused and screaming, he ran past him, and the platinum-haired little bastard was now the tall man he was today.

"I won't see Ginny until I get out of here..." Harry walked up to Draco, "but... if we don't go back the day we start school, the only day I want to be at platform nine and three quarters Send the kids."

When Draco heard this, he turned to look at him.The platinum-blond man has a gentle smile on his face. When he looks at you with a smile like this, it seems that you can own the whole world, "I found it." The gemstone of the rule - the resurrection stone.

He stood up and handed the Resurrection Stone into Harry's hand, and before Harry knew it, he pinched his chin with his hand and pulled his face closer to him.

The warmth and trembling from his lips made Draco's heart feel warm and trembling too. He closed his eyes and the tip of his nose was the smell of bath incense belonging to Malfoy's family on Harry.He belongs to him.Sliding between the teeth, entangled the tongue of the person he was greedy for, sucking in the sweetness and dispelling the bitterness suppressed in his heart. The former secret love turned into enthusiasm, and the person in his arms gradually responded to him.

It wasn't until Harry came back to find himself hugging Draco back that he realized how much they were in tune.Harry was more intoxicated by this kiss than Cho Chang and Ginny.He panted slightly, looked at Draco's skirt, and looked directly into Draco's eyes with some embarrassment, "It's time for us to go back."

Suddenly a finger was poked on his head, he raised his head and looked at the person in front of him in puzzlement, "Why?"

Draco smiled softly, but his mouth was still so mean, "Your IQ is as bad as your kissing skills, did you forget to go to the headmaster's office to get the Elder Wand?"

How dare he laugh at his kissing skills!Harry blushed with anger, and they embraced intimately, and he could clearly feel the change in Draco from where they touched each other.Doesn't his reaction so intense prove that he is a superb kisser?He will not admit it!During Draco's kiss just now, he almost groaned/groaned weakly.He didn't ask where Draco got his kiss skills from!

***

Fred made an "alahoo opening" neatly at the door of the Weasley Brothers Wheezes, and the half-glass wooden door opened in front of him, allowing him to see George Wayne sitting on the stairs in the shop. sly.

"Who's there?" George squinted his eyes and looked at the person who walked into the store against the backlight. It wasn't until the person approached him that he realized it was his son—Fred.

"Why are you here?" George watched Fred take out his wand and pointed it at himself, without any intention of dodging, and then felt warm all over his body.

"What are you suffering..." said Fred, and he sighed. "Remorse?"

George smiled wryly, "Being taught face to face by my own son, I might be a failed father."

"No father would start using Modified Polyjuice Potion from conception in order to make his son look like himself."

Fred's words made George lose his grip on his diary.The sound of books hitting the ground made George tremble, and Fred's words seemed to cut his chest open and hit his heart, exposing his humble and selfish heart to the outside, with nowhere to hide.

"Yes, I don't deserve to be a father," George took a deep breath, "I miss my twin brother, I'm jealous of Angelina who was with him, I thought being with her would bring me closer to him , to fill the void in my heart, but it’s all false.”

Fred moved closer to George, and he lightly shook George's hand, "Do you know what I hope for you after I die?"

George looked at Fred in front of him and saw his former brother in a trance. Such familiar eyes and movements made his eyes overflow with tears and slide down his face.

Fred hugged George tenderly, "I hope you hate me and blame me because I left you, I don't want you to hate yourself, I hope you love yourself."

George couldn't hold back his tears and wet Fred's shoulder, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Patting George on the back, Fred felt the strong fluctuation of George's soul. He was very familiar with that feeling, which was the clamoring fluctuation of a split soul in a body. "Are you here, George?"

'I am here! '

Fred couldn't hear George's voice, but he felt the soul wavering more violently.

George choked up, "I should try as hard as he did, Fred, I should try to revive you!"

"Come with me!" Fred held George's hand. For him, no matter how long he was, he was still a younger brother.

***

Randall opened the door and stared curiously at the man next to Fred. Although he knew that this was George 19 years later, he didn't look like him at all.

"How is he?" Fred asked.

Randall pursed his lips and shook his head, "I haven't woken up yet."

George looked a little dazed. He was led up the stairs by Fred. The journey was very quiet and he didn't say a word.Randall followed them, somewhat puzzled by Fred's actions. He saw him lead the middle-aged version of George to the unconscious George, and then saw the middle-aged version of George panicked as he expected.

He covered his mouth and looked at the person on the bed, as if he couldn't believe what he saw. Fred beside him said, "This is you..."

This sentence was like a mantra, calming George immediately. He put down his hand and showed a relieved smile, like some kind of relief, "So it's not an illusion."

The way he looked back at Fred this time made Fred flustered, "What are you going to do?" He grabbed George's arm, "What do you want to do?"

The middle-aged version of George pulled Fred's grip, "Atwill (whatever you want), It'smywill... (This is my wish)"

"What wish?" Fred asked.

"Will, Fred, Mywill. (Wish, Fred, this is my wish)" George said, holding his wand to his chin, and wept again, tears slipping from his closed eyelids, wet Feather eyelashes, dripping to the ground, "Avada Kedavra (Avada Kedavra)..." The green curse light hit him, and the corner of his mouth had a final arc. Contented smile.

Randall was stunned when he witnessed all this. He realized that his view of George just now was completely wrong. He was still the same George, the decisive and impulsive George.

"WILL," Fred smiled wryly, "you still like to tell such bad jokes."

【Will】: n. will; will; determination

A soft white mist rose from the dead George, and was guided by an invisible force to cover the unconscious George. In an instant, the room was filled with a burst of white light, and it became dim in the silence. At this time, they heard On the bed, George let out a choked sound of weeping.

Fred threw himself on top of George, hugging his brother tightly.

George cried out, "He's dead...Frey...he's dead...I'm dead..."

Fred's jaw was fixed on the hollow of George's shoulder, "Listen to me..."

At this time, there was an extra wand in George's hand, which was his own oak wand. He still couldn't use magic power, but the wand had a power that he was familiar with.

"George," Fred continued, "he lives in your soul, this is soul fusion..." His judgment comes from Fred's experience, this soul was once split into nine, and then pieced back together by accident of survivors.

Randall witnessed all this and was infected by the sorrow between the two. When he reacted, his face was covered with tears.He is a 30-year-old man!How could she cry like a housewife watching "Grey's Anatomy"?He laughed at himself, but couldn't laugh.

***

George buried himself next to Fred. It was his wish that the twins of this world would gather underground and sleep forever.Like Fred, he secretly digested his other soul and slowly merged.Not letting Fred see that he was restless, he realized that Fred was the same, the fusion of souls was not as simple as it seemed, and Fred never showed the slightest pain in front of him.

The next full moon was the time they agreed to leave here. The moonlight could more easily trigger the power of the Three Hallows of Death. Both he and Hermione believed that it was the best time.

On September 2017, 9, two large cages rattled on the roof of the luggage cart being pushed, and the owl in the cage hooted discontentedly.The red-haired lady is flanked by two children clutching her skirt, two teary-eyed children.On the bustling platform Nine and Three Quarters, the new wizards are always the most sentimental, but these two children are not sad because of this.

"Isn't Dad coming?" Lily sniffed, "He hasn't come home for many days!"

"Mom," Albus, who will be a new student this year, had tears in his eyes, "Today is the day I'm going to Hogwarts, why doesn't Dad come?"

James made a grimace at his younger brother and sister, "You little ones, dad is for work. Of course, Albus, maybe you are not that important to daddy? You know that second children are usually ignored by parents .”

"James, stop it!" Ginny stopped James from joking, "You're going to make Albus cry again."

Ginny took care of three children by herself and had to push a luggage cart, looking a little tired.

Hermione walked up to Ginny at this time and helped her push the cart together, "Don't worry." She cursed Draco inwardly for a while, "He'll be right there."

Ron had two children by his side, his daughter Rose, who was new to school this year, and his son Hugo, who was the same age as Lily. "There has been such a big commotion in the Auror office, he may be busy recently."

Even so, the children didn't understand, Lily burst into tears, "I want daddy!"

Many people at the station knew the Harry family. They looked at the two families, and the chattering discussions made the station even more noisy.Harry, who was hiding under the cloak with Draco, took off the cloak, didn't even have time to say hello to Draco, and walked towards Ginny without looking back.

Draco put away the invisibility cloak, saw that Harry had come to Ginny and him, and began to comfort his children.He frowned, and walked towards the other side of the station as if angry, where the middle-aged version of Astoria Greengrass was about to board the train with a boy.

Scorpius Malfoy is much more well-behaved than the three children of Harry's family. After Draco woke up here, they have hardly spoken, but Scorpius is very sensible, not at all like himself when he was a child So willful and proud.He nodded to Astoria, and the other party only nodded to him politely.Astoria knew about Draco's transformation, but the witch didn't even ask why.

Looking at Scorpius who looked up at him with some fear and expectation, Draco squatted down and looked at Scorpius, "Boy, I noticed that you have many advantages, and your tolerance makes you stand out. The children of the Malfoy family have been in Slantlin for centuries, and you will go there too if there is no accident. But, remember, forbearance is not blindly forbearance, but planning before acting, and hitting the target with one blow. Just like your name, Scorpius - little scorpion."

The boy with platinum hair nodded, his hair was very soft at first glance, Draco raised his hand to touch it, but finally put it down.He stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and looked in the direction of Harry, who was squatting in front of his second son, Albus.

The boy was saying to his dad, "What if I go into Slytherin?" looking like he was about to cry.

Draco replied silently in his heart, 'Then be classmates with Scorpius. '

But Harry answered his son's question very seriously, "Albus, your middle name - Severus - comes from the former Head of Slanterin - Severus Snape , and the youngest headmaster at Hogwarts, the bravest man I've ever met. If you went to Slytherin, then Slytherin would get a good student, wouldn't it?"

Draco looked down at Scorpius who was standing beside him, obediently staring at the upper of his shoe, and took Harry's words in his heart, "At least not as good as Scorpius. '

On September 2017, 9, the bright full moon hung in the sky and cast its own reflection on the lake.By the Black Lake, Professor McGonagall folded his arms and looked at the people in front of him. Harry Potter and the teenager Fred Weasley were carrying the unconscious Ron, and Hermione Granger stood beside him. Draco Malfoy, and two unknown youths.

The ordinary-looking young man looked at Hogwarts Castle curiously, with an obviously happy but desperately stern expression on his face, and asked the red-haired young man beside him in a low voice, "Which tower is Gryffindor?" Are there more dormitories?"

The young man who was asked nodded and pointed in another direction, "There is a Quidditch pitch behind there."

"May I ask why Mr. Weasley Jr. didn't come to report at the beginning of school? And what happened to Ron Weasley?" Professor McGonagall stood up straight with tense body, and her clothes were meticulously dressed, but the serious witch had already Harry, who plays a pivotal role in the wizarding world, trusts him completely.

Harry scratched his head in embarrassment, "Sorry, Professor McGonagall, it's hard to explain, I can only say that this is a mistake, and we are correcting it now." He pulled out two letters from his arms and handed them to McGonagall. In front of Professor Ge, "After the ceremony is over, please give this letter to Draco, and then return this letter to me."

Professor McGonagall received two letters, one of which was Harry's notes on the envelope, indicating that Harry Potter was personally signed, and the other was from Draco in gorgeous font, and it was written that Draco Malfoy was personally start.McGonagall didn't ask why she didn't just take it now. The wise witch knew there must be some reason, but it might be hard to explain as Harry said.

Harry showed another embarrassed expression, "I still need to trouble you. After the end, please send these two back to London." He pointed to the young man Professor McGonagall did not know.

"Who's there!" Draco suddenly called out in one direction.

"I...I..." A person stepped out of the shadows, "You... now, now is the curfew"

Appearing in everyone's sight was an old acquaintance in ragged clothes, aged Argus Filch, his eyes were a little cloudy, and he looked a little annoying as before.

Professor McGonagall coughed, "It's okay, Mr. Filch, I'm here, you go to patrol elsewhere."

Filch muttered, turned away unhappily, and muttered "Damn Potter, graduated, no punishment." He kept muttering, and couldn't stop while patrolling the corridors at night. , Until he met Neville Longbottom, the professor of herbalism who was also on night watch, he was still immersed in talking to himself.

"Mr. Filch, what are you talking about? Harry is here?" Neville asked.

Only then did Filch see the professor of herbalism standing in front of him, "Hmph, yes, there are Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger by the Black Lake, heh! Celebrities gathered , and Draco Malfoy, isn't it weird that this bad guy is with Gryffindor? Oh, and there was little Fred Weasley just now, he's a third year, I should punish him for cleaning the hallway !" he complained, not noticing the surprise on Neville's face.Filch only felt a gust of wind, and Neville had already passed him, running towards the corridor leading to the Black Lake.

"Although you are a professor! But you are not allowed to run in the corridor at night!" Filch yelled at Neville's back, but it didn't slow down Neville's speed at all.

A circle of alchemy spell light appeared on the edge of the black lake. Neville ran at the fastest speed in his life, his heart beating like a drum. He rushed into the circle of light and knocked a person who was standing outside the circle of light into it. , When the white curse light passed, he found that he was no longer by the Black Lake, and it was no longer night here.His surroundings were barren, the sky seemed to be covered with thick clouds, and the sun could not be seen. On one side of the earth, there was a column of water from top to bottom, connecting the sky and the earth.This strange scene made him look surprised, and the people around him were also surprised.

"Neville? Why are you here?" Hermione pointed at Neville with a sharp voice. At this time, Neville was not the middle-aged version of Professor Longbottom, but an assistant teacher of Longbottom who had just graduated from Hogwarts like them. .George, who was beside them, looked at Randall who had fallen to the ground, thoughtfully.

The author has something to say: This is a chapter with joy and sorrow. I don't want to separate the sorrow and joy into two chapters to make everyone sad, so I merged them into one chapter.

As for why Neville suddenly entered, because Neville is the NPC designated to refresh the Black Lake in this article, why do you think that Neville will not be affected when the Black Lake explodes?He is still refreshing in Black Lake!

SO, the Neville children's shoes with a low sense of presence are the tickets for desperately rushing home.Although he didn't know it was the boat going home, he defaulted to Gryffindor's wild instincts.

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