Silver thoughts

Title: Silver Thoughts
Author: Aniay
Parts: 1/3 or 4
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Fred/Geroge eventually Fred/George/Harry
Rating: PG-13 eventually NC-17
Words: 2378/
Warning:
this chapt: slight angstyness
Whole story:slash, twincest, threesome, slight angstyness
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Harry Potter. Sadly. All characters depicted in sexual situations in this fanfiction (including material in the comments) are fictional and are intended to be and considered to be by the author of said material of the legal age of consent in the United States state of California, regardless of what age these characters may be in the material they are derived from.
A/N:Big Kudos for wakisashi_girl and SweetSorrow for betaing this for me.

x-posted all over the LJ and AFF

SILVER THOUGHTS

George felt extremely happy to see all his brothers and sisters. And to see Egypt? That was just unimaginably exciting. All the ancient magic swirling around was overwhelming him. But it was not Egypt nor the magic that was a reason he sneaked out of his room leaving his twin brother behind. It was the necessity of looking into his memories from a more objective point of view. One by one, he carefully extracted his memories, out of his head, delicately putting the silver threads of his past into the stone bowl. He gulped and looked inside.


**FLASHBACK**


They were four. It was a warm summer afternoon. The sun was coming out and hiding over the clouds speeding through the blue sky. As far as the eye could see, all around lay impossibly green fields. Somewhere in between stood a big, old tree dressed with blue and silver ribbons and under it a gazebo, apparently made of white roses, had been placed. Blue carpet lead to it, and chairs were put on the both sides of the said carpet. A little to the side stood white tents and tables.
It looked as if someone put an oasis of blue, silver and white in the middle of a green dessert.

Two little boys wearing light blue suits were walking over similarly colored carpet, holding hands. Their ginger hair contrasting with an overwhelming blueness, their baby blue eyes complimented by the color of their attire.
Following them, walked a couple dressed in blue and silver. A tall, thin man with fiery hair and greenish eyes with a small, plump, dark-haired girl. They were both smiling brilliantly.
Lots of “ohs” and “ahs” came from all around and few women wept into their handkerchiefs.

“Welcome, we have gathered here to celebrate the marriage of two hearts....” the completely common voice of some ministry clerk spoke the words.

One twin whispered to the other:
“Are you OK, bro?” and looked at him with care.
The other boy nodded slightly, gaping at the pair now holding hands and repeating clerk's words.
“They look so beautiful... “ he trailed off as the loud clapping erupted from around. Then crowd lined up to the newlyweds and started congratulating them with smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes. There were lots of kissing, hugging and thousands of thousands of flowers.
A plump, redhead woman approached the twins and hugged them.
“Freddie, Georgie...”
“Mum... stop! Not in front of the others...!” Fred slipped away from his mother’s tight hug. “And what is this wedding thing for exactly?”
“You know dear, when two people are grown up and they love each other very, very much, they decide to live together and then organize a wedding to swear to themselves they will stay together forever and will never leave each other. Then, their union is magically fortified to last all their lives.”
“Wow” both twins said in concert.
“So when I will grow up I will be able to marry George, and we will be together forever” Fred exclaimed happily “George you hear we get to make the marriage!”
George smiled brightly and nodded. “Hey, Charlie, guess what! George and I are getting married!”
The teen boy that just appeared looked dumb-struck. He looked at beaming twins then at his mother and shrugged.
“Mum, Ron and Ginny woke up, dad asks you to come...”
“Yes, yes dear” said Mrs. Wesley absentmindedly and turned to give the twins a serious look. “You two behave!” She got two brilliant and completely innocent - for an onlooker - smiles. “Charlie, look after the” and then she strolled in the direction of white tents, rolling her eyes.

***


It was a nice, warm evening, perfect for a walk in the dark, it filled the air with calmness and shy happiness... But Hogwarts seemed to be filled with anxiousness, all of it accumulating just around the great hall. A group of fidgety first-years was waiting for the sorting ceremony, the eleven years old Weasley twins among them. George took his brother’s hand in his and squeezed it.
Fred looked at his brother and hugged him briefly.
“What if we end up in different houses?” George whispered.
“Naaaah, impossible! And even if, I will go to Professor Dumbledore and tell him to put me in the same house as you” Fred smiled. “Don't worry” he winked. “Don't you think everyone is terribly stiff?”. He crouched and put something white on the floor. George glanced at it curiously: suddenly the thing started to move around legs of other freshmen.”Look out! It’s a mouse!” Fred squealed and after few seconds the girls around them started jumping and squealing, terrified. While Fred and George were laughing their faces off, a female voice spoke:
“Another Weasleys... Hmm...” The twins smiled their most charming smiles at the intimidating woman that just arrived.
“Fred”
“...and George, ma'am”.
She looked at them and, being a teacher for many years already, she spoke as to herself. “It seems we're going to have double trouble this time”

***

And suddenly the scene changed: now they were twelve. The sun was still high up in the sky when, cheered by almost all Hogwarts’ students, Gryffindor quidditch team was going back to the locker room. They were happy, they were exhilarated, they won against Slytherin.
“ Guys. You are…” Charlie hugged the twins, slapping their backs, “you are the best beaters this team has ever head! Tthank you, little brothers of mine” He smiled “But this stunt you pulled - His voice became colder while he looked at Fred, “ It was the most stupid thing you’ve ever done up until today. It’s good that George was around, you could have fallen down or worse. One more action like that and you are off the team. I’m not planning to risk your lives. Now…” he smiled and winked, “…we will rejoice our victory.”
Charlie and rest of the team scattered to showers leaving two grinning boys alone. When they were sure that no one was listening, all hell broke loose.

“You fucking, ugly shit of a Hippogrif!, Are you mad?!?” George exclaimed, hitting his twin brother in the abs. “ You could have been killed!”
“I wasn't, but it seems you want to do it now” Fred smiled weakly clutching his abdomen.
“ Gods, I was terrified! If I wasn't there...” George slumped down dragging his brother with him and hugged him.
“But you were... You always were, you are and you will be...” Fred said calmly. They looked into each other’s eyes. And suddenly both hearts were beating faster...
“ Fred... just... be more careful next time” They were both blushing slightly.
“Will be, will be, little brother”

***

Another change. They were thirteen.
“I wonder who will get it first” George whispered into his twins ear. They were hiding in the furthest shower stall, leaning naked over cold tiles.
“I hope it will be Wood” Fred snickered.
“ Yeah, bloody red captain” George grinned.
“Or the Perfect Prefect Percy!” Fred giggled and shushed immediately, hearing someone approaching. They leaned closer into each other and watched as the completely oblivious and stark naked Ron entered the showers. He entered one of the stalls and turned the water on. After few moments George whispered *relasio* and waited. Suddenly noticing the body pressing into its own, he giggled. Fred stood up and turned to press George to the wall, covering his brother’s mouth with his hand. George stared, amazed by his brother’s action and Fred stared at him as well. They felt warmth of blush spreading on their cheeks and none of them could tear his eyes off the other. Their hearts were beating faster and faster with every second, blush deepening until they heard the scream coming from the Ron’s shower.
“ Bloody Hell what the...” Then they heard dull thud and Ron lost it.
“Bloody twins” he muttered under his breath. “Tomato juice! Damn, I hate tomato juice!” Ron sputtered. “ Fred! George!” he exclaimed and the twins lost their hold of laughter, which spilled from their mouth. Ron was beside them in seconds.
“Bloody doppelganger foxes, fix this!” he pointed at his chest.
“We are not miracle makers, you know” George shrugged.
“You are completely unfixable, a lost case I'd say” Fred added, faking seriousness.
“Besides, it's your fault you used this shower” They grinned at Ron, who growled and marched to another shower and almost instantly yelped as his face was hit by streams of beetroot juice.
“ I hate you both!!!” he screamed at the twins, who were nearly splitting their sides with laughter.
*Finite Incantatem* Spell was muttered from the entrance.
“ Being the brother of you two... “ Percy entered the bathrooms, “ I should immediately inform Professor McGonagall you were playing with the showers, you know”
“ We know, Perce” , the twins said in unison and smiled at him.
“ Ron, you alright?”
“ As fine as one can be after a bloody bath” George snickered again with tandem with Fred.
“ I think you two are finished in here. I suggest you go back to your dormitories”
“ Yes mum” The twins once again said in tandem and slowly exited the bathrooms.

***

Last memory was from one of the last year’s night. Both twins woke up with a startled gasp. They looked at each other through the almost impenetrable darkness. In the middle of the night the only sounds around them were the noises of sleep: light snoring, some shifting and steady breaths of their roommates. But then there were raged breaths belonging to them. They were both looking in the direction of one another, seeing only darkness, minds circling around the dreams that ha woken them.

“George, you ok” Fred asked cautiously .”Bad dream?” George gulped and whispered back,
“Yeah something strange happened and I got a little scared” He shuffled. “You?”
“Same here” George heard his brother shuffling as well. “Got a strange dream” shuffling was followed by more rustling. “Charm your Pillow off Sleepmurks and go to sleep, Georgie” Fred snickered.
“You too, Freddie” George rolled his eyes and reflected on his situation. It was middle of the night and he woke up with a wet spot on his pajama bottoms, with a rather detailed memory of the dream which contained them both in the showers and some heavy, sloppy kissing. It was these wet dreams his father told them about... probably. Only that dad hinted about girls. George shifted out of the cold wet material to lay down and after short “ Night F..” ,he fell asleep again. He didn't heard his brother shifting as well.

**END OF FLASHBACK**

George slumped down over the pillar of Bill’s Pensieve. He felt tears in his eyes.
Suddenly, he heard Charlie’s concerned voice coming from another room:
“George? What's wrong, sweetheart?”
“Don't call me that..” George sobbed. “Pumpkin...” he tried to tease but it was lost with another miserable sob.
“Tell me... What's wrong?” Older Weasley brother hugged his younger sibling and started to rock him.
George shook his head.
“You prefer I’d look in there myself?” Charlie stood and waited patiently for his younger brother to either confirm or deny.
George grabbed a handful of his robe, but then released it and nodded. Charlie looked into the Pensieve. George's heart was beating terribly fast, his thoughts storming through his head, impossible to catch, while Charlie was looking at the moments of his greatest weakness. He hoped with all his heart for Charlie to understand. But when his older brother moved he prepared himself for a blow.
“Please don't hate me” he whispered in a begging tone, tears streaming over the freckled cheeks. Heartfelt hug was not what he expect(ed).
“I suppose you haven’t told Fred yet...”
“No!” George, being held so close by his brother, finally managed to regain his posture. “Couldn't bring myself to do it...” , he added
“Why? You told me...” Charlie emphasized the last word and stroked his brother’s back soothingly.
“I trust You..” George said matter-of-factly and cursed. “Not that I don't trust him, but he is my twin we are inseparable…”
“All the more reason why you should tell him”
“If something went wrong... It would be impossible for me to face him again.”
“Merlin’s Balls, I can't believe it” Charlie exclaimed theatrically, hint of amusement in his voice. “George Weasley, the leading mischief-maker at Hogwarts, legend between Legends, acting like an eleven year old girl...”
“Eleven year old girls don't have wet dreams, you know... and dicks for that matter” George sniffled . “You make it sound so easy. As if I’d go to him and say: “Hi Fred, lately I noticed that I love you in the most improper way.. You care for a little shag?”, George smiled sadly and snuggled closer to his brother.
“Sounds fine” The twin felt a kiss on his forehead. “If you want to know, but say a word and you are a Dragon food, I would be pot calling the kettle black if I said your feeling are wrong and you shouldn't feel them”
“Who...?” Surprised and confused, George pushed his brother away delicately, looking into Charlie’s eyes.
“You.” Charlie grinned, “Who do you think it could be... Bill of course, why do you think I went to Romania and he went to Egypt? I told him and he said it's ok but he doesn't swing that way. He said that he is only into girls.” Charlie laughed weakly, but George felt his hug tightening and wet drops falling over his hair. “The problem wasn't me being his brother, the problem was me being a guy”
George hugged his older brother back and then retreated to look at him.
“Let's hope Ginny doesn’t have hots for Ron” he tried to sound serious but failed. “Or Fred for Percy”
They looked at each other for a second and then burst laughing.
“Charlie? Oh, you are here too, George? What's so funny? Care to share?” Bill said, entering the room.
“Tell him” George managed to utter and fell into laughing fits again.
“We‘ve just imagined Perce being horny.”
And suddenly all three of them were lying on the floor laughing their heads off.

TBC