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Fic: May the Road Rise with You, Fred/George, R
Title: May the Road Rise with You
Author: Harleen harleen
Pairings: Fred/George
Word Count: 725
Rating: R
Warnings: Twincest
Disclaimer: I don't own them and no money is being made from this.
Summary: I could be wrong I could be right
George is tormented by a fight he and Fred had just before the Final Battle. Songfic.
Author's Notes: Written for hp_prompts, this week's prompt: a fight. This has yet to have a beta, so please bear with any mistakes. I have done a thorough self-beta though. This is canon compliant to Deathly Hallows until page 636, after that it is AU. So, yes, there are DH spoilers here.
This is a songfic, based on the song 'Rise' by Public Image, Ltd. The complete lyrics are here, and the YouTube video is here.
Cross-posted at my journal and at various places.




I could be wrong I could be right
I could be wrong I could be right


He had almost lost the most important person in his life that day.

His twin, his lover, his reason for living.

The last words they had exchanged, however, still ran through his brain and stung his heart.


I could be wrong I could be right
I could be black I could be white
I could be right I could be wrong
I could be white I could be black
Your time has come your second skin
The cost so high the gain so low
Walk through the valley
The written word is a lie


If it hadn't been for George noticing the barely perceptible rise and fall of his twin's chest, they would all have kept on thinking that Fred was dead. Even though he was now at St. Mungo's, he still hadn't regained consciousness, and the Healers didn't offer much hope about his condition.

After everyone else had left and they were alone, George stood over Fred's comatose form, tears stinging his eyes.

"I'm sorry I was such a wanker, big brother. I didn't mean any of it," he whispered, taking his twin's hand into his own and gently brushing his lips across the knuckles.


They put a hot wire to my head
Cos of the things I did and said
And made these feelings go away
Model citizen in every way


It had been ten days now, and still no sign of Fred waking up yet. Everyone else was preparing themselves to let go, but George just couldn't bear that thought. No way could he let Fred die and leave him all alone, especially not after what had happened.

"Fred, please. Come back to me," he pleaded, to no avail.


Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy


The whole thing had been silly, a lover's spat really. George couldn't even recall what caused their tiff at all any more.

All he could remember was telling Fred to fuck off, that he was a bloody wanker and to just go away and leave him alone.

He never expected this, for karma to rear its ugly head and bite him in the arse the way it had.

Memories of everything they had ever done haunted him. The stolen kisses, their sneaking off whenever they could to touch and play and shag each other senseless. Their shared illicit secret.

It didn't matter if it was incest. If it was dirty and wrong and sick. Because it wasn't any of those things to George at all.

What he felt for Fred was love, pure and simple.


I could be wrong I could be right
I could be wrong I could be right


Two full weeks had passed, and it was the middle of the night now. The reality that Fred could actually die had hit him with full force, and George had never felt so scared in all his life.

"Fred...oh, bloody Merlin..." George managed to get out before burying his face into his twin's shoulder, unable to hold back the tears any longer.

He cried for a good couple of minutes before a soft, weak voice filled his ear.

"George, stop crying, you wanker. I'm not going anywhere."

Blinking, he looked up in disbelief, and saw Fred gazing up at him with a soft smile.

This was just, well, beyond words.

"Fred? I...I'm sorry about that fight we had...what I said..." George began, before Fred cut him off.

"Like I could ever leave you, you prat. I love you too fucking much to ever let you go."

George smiled as he lowered his head, his lips brushing tenderly against Fred's.

"Never letting you go, big brother. Ever. Love you," he said just before showing him just how much with his kiss, not caring if anyone walked in and saw them.

Fred was alive, and they were together. That was all that mattered.


May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you