Broken and Fixed

2 - Snuggles

Updated 8/5/19

I just finished figuring out the timeline for Pt. 5 and had to back and fix a couple minor time things in this one so it'd fit. Reworded a bit of the Percy scene too, changed the TW at the beginning. You don't have to reread this part, Pt. 5 is coming along soon.

Sending love,

-sadjm

*Trigger Warning: Oral rape* (it physically pains me to even type that)

-George POV-

I try to lag on my way back to the dormitory I share with Lee and Fred. I'm so scared of Lee's reaction. He's been looking forward to this evening, and it's killing me that I have to tell him I can't make it because Snape's an evil git.

Except I know it's my fault the three of us are in detention tonight.

I don't even realize I'm pulling my hair until I reach the portrait hole. I hurriedly whisper the special Valentine's Day password ("beautiful") and wait for the Fat Lady to hold out her hand. This year Dumbledore decided that the students needed to show more respect to the paintings so now there's a gesture we have to do on special occasions to enter the common room in addition to the password. In honor of Valentine's Day, the Gryffindors have to whisper the special password and kiss the Fat Lady's oil-on-canvas hand before she lets us in. Lee made the mistake this morning of wearing Muggle chapstick due to the cold, and the Fat Lady screamed at him for ten minutes before McGonagall walked by and settled the matter (she insisted to her that Lee would have to do lines in the common room as she stifled a laugh).

The Fat Lady notices that I'm yanking my hair in trepidation and waives the kiss, I just have to say the password. After I stumble into the common room I shuffle to my dormitory, averting my eyes away from anyone that could be in the room. The last thing I need is someone seeing a stray tear or three running down my face. Curse me and my memories. I got my brother and my best friend in detention because of the past.

Upon stepping into my dormitory, I see Lee sitting cross-legged on his bed, the contents of the Weasley family photo album strewn across it.

"Hey! What are you doing, Lee?" I say as a light chuckle escapes my anxiety-clenched teeth. Slowly my muscles relax and I plop down next to Lee.

"I couldn't wait till lunch to see your pretty face so I had to raid your trunk to see a photograph of you looking back at me, smiling. You ready for tonight, baby?" he asks, putting an arm around me and pulling me in for a hug.

Almost immediately I begin sobbing into his shoulder. "I'm so s-sorry Lee, I can't m-make it tonight... Fred and Vi and I have d-detention with Snape tonight... I'm so sorry Lee I'm so s-sorry please don't hate me..." His hug grows tighter as he adds his other arm to my own personal Lee blanket.

-Lee POV-

George looks so broken. It's not easy helping him with his anxiety. I have no idea how Fred managed for years and years while I get emotionally drained after ten minutes of attempted comfort.

"George... Why in bloody Merlin's name would I hate you? Did you get yourself in detention because you're not ready for what you'd planned? I'm not that desperate for some action, George, if you're not ready I accept that."

He trembles slightly. Bloody hell, Percy really did a number on him.

I think back to last summer, when Percy suspected that he was hiding something. For an entire week, Percy told his parents and siblings that he'd accidentally hexed George and that he'd taken him to St. Mungo's to get sorted out, and that family weren't allowed to visit. Due to his Ministry status, he was believed without question. In reality he'd placed silencing and locking charms on his bathroom and kept George captive in there under a Body-Bind curse, trying to force him out of the closet. George refused and Percy used the Cruciatus Curse at least once on him while he was imprisoned. With every jinx or curse he placed George under, he promised he would hurt him... sexually... if he said anything either about his sexuality or of Percy's treatment of him. The day before Percy let him go, he stripped George naked and ran his grimy hands all over his helpless younger brother's body with the promise of pain if he said anything. George started cutting not long after that torturous week.