Fred always promised him that he would never leave him. He always said that they were twins; inseparable from birth, and death. They would always be together no matter what. Fred and George got their letters to Hogwarts together, bought their things together, sat on the train together, and were called to the same House: Gryffindor. But then, Lee Jordon came into the picture.


1. Replacement

Fred always promised him that he would never leave him. He always said that they were twins; inseparable from birth, and death. They would always be together no matter what. Fred and George got their letters to Hogwarts together, bought their things together, sat on the train together, and were called to the same House: Gryffindor. But then, Lee Jordon came into the picture.

George liked him just fine. He was funny, immature, and reminded him a lot of his twin. But, it seemed like the more time Lee spent with the three of them, the more he and Fred would exclude him. George tried not to let it bother him. He was usually the one to make friends out of the two of them since he was a bit kinder and more sensitive than Fred, so he knew Fred was happy to make a friend. Things would go back to normal before he knew it!

But things didn't go back to normal, they just got worse. By the middle of their first year, Fred and George never spent any time together. George was always alone, studying and pulling the occasional prank on teachers in his class in an attempt to get his twin's attention. On the other hand, Fred and Lee were never apart, even going as far as making sure they shared the same dorm room. George was there too of course, but Fred and Lee never noticed him.

George hated being alone, but he said nothing. He wouldn't hurt his brother by saying something and offending him. He would cry himself to sleep and wake up from nightmares every night, but Fred had never noticed. In fact, he would even yell at George for being too loud and waking him up. It was then that George realized he had been replaced.

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"Lee, I need you to do me a favor!" George said, grabbing his ex-best friend by the shoulders. Lee Jordon yelped in surprise, but quickly flashed George a winning smile. George resisted the urge to knock the smile off of his face with a strong punch, letting go of him and stepping back.

"What do you need? I'm always willing to help out a friend!" Lee said, his smile widening. It faded momentarily when he noted George's slumped shoulders and somewhat hopeless expression, but it quickly went back into place when George smiled and let out a soft chuckle. "I thought you would say that," George muttered before glancing behind him and yanking Lee to the side.

"I need you to help me get Fred back," George said earnestly, gripping Lee tightly by the shoulders and giving him a begging, desperate look, a look that didn't belong on the face of any twelve year old. Lee gave a hesitant nod, and he could've sworn George began to tear up, but he couldn't be quite sure.

"What do you mean? Don't you have him?" Lee asked with a confused expression. George chuckled again, but this time it held a bitter tone. "No. He's always with... with you..." George's face twisted as his voice trailed off and he looked away, his eyes filling with tears. Lee was stunned, his body rigid with shock.

"Ever since he became friends with you, the two of you leave me in the dust. He doesn't even look my way anymore, let alone talk to me. I don't blame you, or him, b-but... b-but I don't want to be alone anymore! I've never been alone before," George said, whimpering. Lee's expression softened and he patted George's shoulder reassuringly, making the other second year look at him with teary eyes.

"Don't worry about a thing, George. I'll make sure you get your twin back!" Lee said with confidence, throwing his free fist into the air in determination. George grinned and gave the other boy a quick hug before pulling away.

"That's great! I had an idea that-"

"What's going on here?!" a voice suddenly snapped. George's eyes widened and he whirled arpund, coming face to face with none other than Fred. A very, very pissed Fred. George gulped and backed away to the wall, shaking slightly. Lee glanced back and forth between the two brothers, fearful of what was going to happen next.

"Well?! Answer me!" Fred barked, making George flinch and instinctively put his hands up to defend himself. Fred blinked and straightened in surprise, his eyes glued to the shaking hands. His expression softened as his he saw his brother's fearful, tear streaked face. He reached out gingerly and wrapped his hands around George's wrists, bring them to his sides. George's lip quivered and he refused to meet his twin's concerned eyes as he pulled him closer, resting his hands on his shoulder.

"I heard what you asked Lee." George's breathing hitched. "Why do you want his help getting me back...? It's not like I ignore you or anything!" Fred said, a slight smile spreading across his lips. George gritted his teeth in anger and shoved Fred away before lashing out and hitting him as hard as he could. He heard the satisfying crack and yowl as he broke Fred's nose, grinning as he watched him clutch his face as a small trickle of blood leaked through his fingers. Lee's eyes widened in horror, but he couldn't make himself turn and run away.

"You think you don't ignore me?! REALLY?! It's the middle of our second year! We haven't even had a bloody conversation for almost two years! Ever since he-" George pointed accusingly at Lee "-came into the picture, you're always with him! I'm always alone! We share the same goddamn dorm room and you never even look at me! When we were younger, you swore on your life that you would never leave me!" Tears were streaming down George's face and he was shaking with anger, completely oblivious to how his twin trembled as he curled up on the ground.

"You promised! You said you would be there for me! And you left me!" George screamed, grabbing at his ginger hair and breaking down into sobs. Lee rushed to his side and pulled him into a tight hug, ignoring him as he struggled to get out of his grip. He buried his face in George's shoulder, determined to remain in place and get his apology out whether George liked it or not.

"George, I'm sorry! It's my fault! I kept Fred to myself. I-I should've-"

"No," Fred interrupted, curling up on himself tighter as he laid on the floor. "N-No... Georgie... N-No..." he whimpered, starting to shake again. George gently pushed Lee aside and sank to his knees, still crying. Fred buried his head in his hands to hide his tears. He couldn't bear to look at his twin; his best friend, his brother, and the person he loved more than anyone in the world. He broke his promise. The promise he swore he would never break, that used to mean everything to him. He flinched as a gentle hand rested on his head, the fingers gently running through his hair.

"Fred, look at me," George said softly, running his fingers through Fred's hair and over his forehead, the same way Fred used to do to him when he woke up from a bad dream. Fred ignore him, remaining in his curled up position. George gritted his teeth and grabbed Fred's hands, yanking them off of his face.

"I said look at me!" Fred hesitated before turning his head to look up at his brother. He swallowed hard when he saw the pained expression, the quivering lip, and the glistening eyes and cheeks. Fred sat up slowly before resting his head on George's shoulder, sighing. George sniffed and wrapped his arms tightly around his twin, burying his face in his hair.

"Don't ever leave me again. Promise me. Both of you," George said, looking at Lee and then back at Fred. Fred nodded, saying nothing, but nuzzling deeper into his twin's shoulder. He would never hurt him again.

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George stood before the lonely grave, his expression tired and filled with pain. Lee stood beside him, holding a small bouquet of daises. He handed them to George, who set them on the grave. It read: Fred Weasley 1978-1998 Beloved son, brother, twin, and prankster 'til the end. Rest in peace.

"You never could keep a promise, could you Freddie?" George whispered, turning away from the grave as a tear slipped down his cheek.

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