te_george (te_george) wrote in third_event, @ 2008-09-07 13:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | * september 2001, - complete, george weasley |
Introspective: What's going on?
Date: September 7, 2001
Characters: George Weasley
Location: His Flat
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG
Warnings: Very Confused George, mild language
Summary: George thinks he's going mad
Completion: Complete
Yes it was a Sunday and a chance for George to sleep in. There was no way he was keeping the shop open on Sundays seeing as his Mum always cooked a huge Sunday dinner and he'd never be late for that, and second, it always drove in a huge Monday morning crowd. A day to think of purchases and thoughts of 'while I'm there' usually doubled people's purchasings. So all the better for George.
He had just finished cleaning, hanging some of his laundry out to dry and went in for an ale. One of the other things about Sunday that George loved, was that he almost always had an hour or two in the afternoon to nap before heading over to the Burrow. This was of course one of those Sundays.
George was dozing with the radio on and only slightly heard the dull thud as his empty bottle landed beside the sofa. Although, alcohol never did have a good influence on George's dreams. They were muddled and almost always involved the final battle at Hogwarts. Being separated from Fred and not being near... being even further away when his twin died. This dream was the same... but different somehow.
The hallways were crowded with fighting pairs and George found himself casting any kind of spell to get through... he could hear Percy, he could hear Harry telling him to go, but there was always someone stopping him from getting him where he needed to go.
"Get out of my bloody way..... uuuuuh..." George fell to the ground, thinking he had gotten struck by a wayward hex, crawling forward to find the scene he was trying to get to was gone.
"Oy George, over here."
The emptiness inside George, the half-hollow feeling he'd always felt was gone, he was filled up again and he caught a glimpse of a familiar red head running towards another part of the school.
He stood feeling a little better, restored and in shock, his fingers tingling from the sensation of hope running through him. Though he didn't know why he was hoping. Could it really be Fred, leading him away... but he'd just seen him die. He followed the figure nonetheless and opened a door that had just slammed shut.
The room was empty and George begun to feel that emptiness yet again. He turned round to head out the door and the breath was taken from his lungs in an apprehensive breath. "Keep your eyes open." Was all the ghostly mirror image said to him before Fred had vanished from his view again.
George woke with a start and fell off the sofa in his thrashings. "Fucking.... what?" He blinked a couple times, seeing his twin fleeing and the echo of the vision nearly materializing in his living room. He crouched on the floor of his flat, his back to the sofa and rested his head in his hands. "It was just a dream, just a dream...." Even with all of his mantra-chanting, George couldn't shake the bit of him that was filling up again.
He couldn't explain it either, not even to Bill the other day... it was only a feeling he had, but it was so strong, George only wished he knew what it meant. Was he going mad? Or were these dreams, these strange feelings trying to tell him that something truly was on it's way. The Dark Lord had returned.... was that what his mind was trying to tell him, that now was the time to take his revenge while it was good? No. He did have that feeling, but a different one was stronger. "Where are you mate?" As if to speak to Fred and get advice, to find out what he was trying to be told. Things were never so cut and dry as that, George knew. He'd have to figure out for himself what was going on in his head, these feelings he'd been having.... something told him though, that he didn't have much time.