He needed something. To feel something. And he was that something.
Trigger Warnings:
This book will contain drug and alcohol abuse. This will be a darker story than a love story. Warnings will be added as the book is wrote.
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I tell my love to wreck it all Cut out all the ropes and let me fall -Skinny Love by Bon Iver
tw: depression, drug use, & alcohol use
The weather matched George's mood. The ran was ice cold and it felt like tiny knives every time one landed on uncovered skin. The beat up converse he wore did nothing as he stepped into puddles. The thin jacket was used to protect from light wind not the harsh weather that he was walking through now. He could of apparated to where he was going, but he liked the feeling of the rain. At least he could still feel cold.
George made his way through the familiar brick wall that separated his world from theirs. The bar was quiet; the only ones there was those who have taken a room for the night. Or those drowning out their sorrows. He nodded at the new bartender who was currently cleaning dishes.
Tom was buried at the Second Wizarding War Memorial with a few other owners who fought back when the Deatheaters took over Diagon Alley.
George visually flinched at the memory.
The smell of firewhiskey left his senses as he stepped out into the empty streets of London. It felt as though an emotional weight left his shoulders as he continued his way down the muggle sidewalk. The invisible cloud that hung over the wizarding world did not exist in the muggle world. They didn't witness that war that he did. The constant running and hiding, the days without meals, watching a friend die as you tell them everything will be fine.
The muggle world was protected from the worse of it.
George shoved his hands deeper in his pockets. They itched to be clean as if the blood still stained his hands after almost a year later. He took in a deep breath of air and closed his eyes. As he exhaled, he tried to imagine the good memories. The ones where Fred, Lee, and him would huntch over in tears as they laughed during their segment of PotterWatch.
"It's a good day for the light ." Fred's voice boomed over the radio.
"Oh yes indeed. Insider has said that the Hogwarts has been fighting back." Lee finished. The glee could be heard in their voice.
"Ah, poor Snivellus really is having his hands full this year." George continued, "Keep fighting back. The end is coming close. We can feel it."
Those were one of the best memories he had while on the run. The three tried to stick together as long as they could, but somehow Lee got taken. For months Fred and George grieved as though they lost a friend, but on one night they heard him. His laugh filled up the small shack they hid in.
"They thought they had me." His laughter seeped through every word. "If Noseless had any brain cells, he would fire the snatchers he had now and hire Filch. Now that is a man that knows how to catch people and keep them contained."
