andreth_47 (andreth_47) wrote in crow_syndrome, @ 2007-09-11 15:45:00 |
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Gred & Forge: Undead and Lovin' It
Spoiler Warning for Deathly Hallows! In fic and in spork.
Creepy revivification fic! Now with extra barbeque sauce!
Story Or Series Title: How Book 7 Really Should Have Ended http://hp.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?n
Fandom: The Boy Who Lived AgainCulprit / Author's Name: Talia http://hp.adultfanfiction.net/authors.ph
Full Name: Fred & George Weasley
Full Species: twincestuous zombificus
Annoying Origin: Dumbledore's Machinations (of course)
Annoying Connections to Canon Characters: Used to be them. Literally.
Other Annoying Traits: Heather Alexander Song!Fic
From the author's bio: I am a bibliophile {bib•li•o•phile. n. A lover of books; a collector of books.} I also love to write (writiophile?) I think that's supposed to be funny. I’m working on my second novel now (the first died while I was moving and never made it to print {cry} so I revivified it and it ate my head. The End.
Spew-worthy 'poetry' Warning!
My hand to yours
Let out spirits run free
Let our souls intermingle
For brothers of blood are we. Yo ho yo ho and a bottle of rum!
My life for your own
Your truth for my lie
When we walk we are one
And thus together we'll die.
chorus:
Hail to four quarters of the earth
To the four winds of the sea
By the scar within my hand
Bring my brother to me
Bring back my brother to me.
Aaaand Everybody sing!: Bring back, bring back, oh bring back my brother to me, to me! Bring back, bring back, oh bring back my brother to me!
SNIP more crap lyrics
I take a blade forged of silver
Split the mark on my hand
The blood flows like the tears from my eyes
They both fall to the sand.
His eyes Lo! they do open
My blood does he lick
He gnaws on my fingers
and chews on my ____
George Romero took his brother out of the hospital room where the others who had died were being kept. They were starting to pong. This is my brother Fred. Smells a bit, but he has a heart of gold! The spell he'd found a few years back would have to work. I would just have to prop him up in the corner until we made room for him in the freezer. Fred's cold hand fell against his and George was hit with a starling, or more like a bald eagle, fact. His brother, his confidant was dead. Fred is dead, baby, Fred is dead. Struck down in the final battle with Voldemort. The spell. The spell would work. It worked best. If the summoner. Only spoke. In partial sentences. It only worked with siblings and they were twins. The closest kind of siblings.
The sun had yet to raise. Or rise, either one. Kinda like Fred. It was the hour that the spell would be most potent. It would be better to do it at the beach because they had the barbeque all set up, the briquets were hot and they could roast Fred right at water's-edge and everything, but there wasn't time for that.
“You're going to own me for this one, mate. I'll be your hot whorish luv slave forever and have your zombie babies, conceived through my ear-hole make sure you pay it full,” George's voice shook as he tried to joke. 'Cause earbabies are always teh funneh!
SNIP boring description of sunrise over Hogwarts.
“Your blood will feed our entire House, and Tonks' and Remus' little orphan werewolf metamorphmagus vampire baby Teddy Ruxpin as well,” George started as he placed the tip of the blade to his brother's frigid palm.
“George! What do you think you're doing? We agreed to wait until everybody was here to start dinner!” Percy asked as he ran out to meet his younger brother. The night's wears showed on George's face (he'd chosen a pink hairband to wear with his plaid mardi gras mask and they both clashed horribly with his hair) making him look years older then he was. His skin was gray-ish and he looked about ready to throw up. Oh, me too, George, me too.
“We should get you inside where Fred won't decompose quite as fast,” Percy tried to take George's arm but the younger man pulled away. there was a frightening seriousness in his eyes that Percy had never seen before. He didn't like it at all. It was frightening. And serious. And in his eyes.
“I need to do this. If I don't bleed him out now, the meat won't be kosher!”
“Let's get you some breakfast and rest. You'll feel better after you've had a finger sandwich or two a lay down.”
“No,” George looked half wild, “I need to do this.”
“You need-”
“ARE YOU LISTENING?! I SAID NO!” George threw up a barrier around him and Fred. Percy just stared as George laid the knife to his brother's hand again.
“Don't! Mother is boiling a big pot of water in the kitchen with the house-elves. Mother will be mad if we don't get her the tripes before they spoil!.”
“I have to, I just do.”
“I'm going to tell mother and father. I will.” Percy's voice grew higher.
“We aren't children. I'm not afraid of them.” He attention was fully on his brother (the dead one) now. Percy just walked away. He (the live not-twin one) wouldn't watch his brother's body (again, the dead one) be mutilated. His parents should make him (the live twin one) stop.
“Your blood.” The knife pulled along Fred's skin. Were his heart beating, the wound would have bled. Were his heart beating, you wouldn't be doing this at all, you ghoul, remember?
“My blood,” the knife went into George's hand. This time, it did bleed. George held his and Fred's wounds together tight. The beginnings of that spell started to flutter his stomach as he thought about the next part. Distantly, he could hear his parents coming his way, telling him to put down the shield. He put every ounce of his concentration, determination and will into the words.
“Hail to four quarters of the earth, to the four winds of the sea. By the blood within my hand, Bring my brother to me. Give him back, do you hear me!” George shouted the last to the sky, to the Gods, to anyone who was listening. He fell to his knees pressing his forehead the Fred's hand. He repeated the spell eight more times, head against his brother's hand, the skin warming from George's tears.
George does the Blood Brothers 4Ever thing with their cuts.
“George-luv, come in side. We can dig a pit oven in the dirt and then we won't have to stand out here all day while he roasts all talk about this.” Mrs. Weasley tried to reason with her son. Time felt like it stopped. No one moved. No one spoke. Shaking breaths of those who were crying was the only sound. Teddy Ruxpin wanted his nappy changed.
Finger's moved against his check had bounced, and he was gonna get whacked fer sure, cold and stiff, testing the tears to see if they were blood and he could drink it against them. George looked up. The sun moved over the mountain shining brilliantly just over his brother. Fred slowly blinked, looking straight up into the lightening blue sky. George leaned over to look him in the eye. "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!"
“Such a cry baby, George Braaaaaains,” Fred's voice rasped. Now, it wasn't George who wailed, but Bob Marley's backup band his mother who collapsed with that weight of her relief into the arms of her husband. They sang a new number, 'Cookout at Hogwarts / Tripes and Headcheese for Breakfast'. Ron, Ginny and Charlie were all lined up with plates and forks in their hands the last of the Weasleys to join the celebration. George dropped the barrier and hugged his brother like he was the last edible solid thing on the planet.
When he was finally released, Mrs. Weasley hugged both Fred and George arm shaking with the ferocity of emotion.
“Mum, I can't breath,” Fred couldn't make his voice any louder then a whisper. He could really use a big plateful of braaains cup of coffee. Mrs. Weasley let him go and gave George a full hug. She only gave Fred a half hug, because he was looking a bit peckish and she was afraid he'd gnaw on her neck.
SNIP wet reunion scene.
Dumbledore's Painting was positioned enough that he could see the family out on the grass. He'd had it shifted around from its usual position, focused on the Hufflepuff girls' dormitory. He watched the entire interaction with a pang of hunger making his stomach cramp smile. A former head mistress whose painting hung lower and to the left huffed.
“Don't you get tired of being right all the time?”
“I figured the Weasley twins could do more with the Zombie Cookbook: 101 Ways to Eat Your Dead Doppelganger Spell then I could. I simply left it in a place where they would find it.” He replied.