𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍| 𝐅.𝐖 + 𝐆.𝐖

Forgotten

*** trigger warnings: blood, knifes, abuse and death.
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forgotten-Fred and George Weasley

"READY, Fred?" He asked his twin brother on the first day of school.

His once naive, innocent voice infiltrated repeatedly in George Weasley's restless Conscience. How he used to think the world of wizards was shielded from all the malignant doings of others, that he and his brother were sheltered from the true intentions of it all.

Now he sits in a hospital waiting room gripping onto the cheap leather of a chair, crying tears so thickly that it was about the texture of blood. George was unwillingly Familiar with the fluid.

Blood.

He watched his twin brother Fred be cloaked in the substance. George still remembered it vividly, Fred being drenched in red, the blood trickling out of his internal flesh onto his skin turning his once pale complexion Scarlett.

It was only him and Fred that knew what happened in those gruelling months beneath Malfoy manner. They acted as each other's healers by simply talking to each other about it. They knew that burying the memories in there sub-conscience about what occurred in those dark months; torment, abuse and starvation, Would only cause them more harm in the long run.

Although it seemed both mentally and physically impossible to undergo any more pain, the subliminal effects of the old affliction still impulsively ripped through Georges mind.

It was just as painful.

It was like being in those murderous moments all over again.

That's what made it even more hurtful for George, Fred tried to obliviate himself to try and forget all about it. But that's where it all went wrong. His previous wand that he had conducted the oblivion spell with was unknowingly broken, meaning when the spell was cast, it faltered.

Instead of ridding the memories of trauma, Fred collapsed onto the floor, once again bleeding from his arms.

A bit of parchment fell from Georges pocket, to anyone it would be a dirty piece of yellow paper with a rough few scribbles and writing on it, yet it had so much more meaning.

-Flashback-

George and Fred led on the stale ground in separate cages beneath the Manor, both staring at the ceiling, both waiting for the tears and wounds to dry. It had been a month since they were first captured by death eaters by request of the dark Lord who, wrenched through their minds and toyed with every joyful or saddened memory they had. He had discovered the fatal potential of the two brothers.

He wanted them to himself, to mould into for slavery, and protection so that he would not be overpowered in the future.

The faintness of the sobs ricocheted off of the little crates, reminding them that this was it. This is what life is for them.

"Hey, George." Fred hiccuped, Turing Weekly in his cage to face his brother.

"Yes, Fred?" George breathed, attempting to recline a sob from spilling out of his lips.

"D-do you think will make it, you know like we always do?" He queried, with worry entangled in his tone.

"All we have to do is stay alive then there's still hope I guess."

The truth was that they were both withering away beneath the bars of the cage, there fading bodies hanging on for each other because without the other twin, they would both be incomplete.