Chaos Ensues - A Fred And George Weasley Story

Reparo

I'm so sorry for breaking your hearts the last two chapters. Just know that I am silently casting Reparo wherever you are in the world. I love you all. Thank you for joining me on this wild fucking ride (and no this is not the end, there's still plenty of chapters to come. I know I've said that we were racing towards the end, but I've actually found a way to stretch it just a teeny bit more). I appreciate the hell out of all of you. You make my day, my week, my fucking year. IS ALL GONSTA BE OKAY. Maybe.

A few weeks had passed since everything. You and George spent more time together, but you always tried to include Fred. He ended up making excuses about working longer hours because he "needed to", or found some reason to lock himself in his room.

It broke you.

It broke you, and it broke George.

One night, you could hear soft yells and moans coming from Fred's room, but they didn't sound pleasurable. They sounded pained.

You bolted out of your bed and raced out of your door, and George had exited his just at the same time.

You looked over at him to your right. "He's probably having a nightmare. Used to have them a lot growing up. They always sounded like this. He hasn't had one in a really long time..."

You bounded over to Fred's room and opened the door. He was thrashing around and crying out. You rushed to his side and tried to wake up him.

He jolted out of bed with a panicked look. "Wha-what? What's going on?" He looked towards his door, and when you looked as well, you saw George standing there.

"Sounded like another one of your nightmares, brother."

Fred looked back at you, and his expression softened at bit. 

George strode over and lifted up the blanket on the other side of Fred and tucked in next to him.

"What are you doing?" groaned Fred.

George ignored Fred's question and looked at you. "Well?"

You squeezed in on the other side of Fred and just held him. George did the same.

"What are you two doing?" laughed Fred.

"Making sure you know that we're here for you," said George.

"And to fight off your scary nightmare demons," you added.

"Yeah, who do we have to fight off?" asked George.

Fred sighed, almost like he was embarrassed. "It was a boggart."

"Really? What form did it take?" you asked.

"Um, George. Dead."

The silence that filled the air was so thick that it was loud. It choked you.

"Well, Freddie. I'm not going anywhere," said George as he snuggled closer to his brother. "Feeling any better?"

"Yeah, loads. Thanks guys," said Fred.

George ruffled his brother's hair and got up to leave, but you couldn't quite find the strength to go just yet. Once George was out of sight, you turned your head up to Fred. "Are you really okay? I can stay for a bit."

"I'm fine. Go back to sleep."

"Fred?"

"Yes?"

"That's really your worst fear?"

Fred was silent for a while. You wondered if he would tell you. "Yeah. I don't know what I'd do if I lost him. I don't know how I'd move on from that. Or if I'd even want to."