Revivel

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, if I did Snape, Remus, Sirius and Fred wouldn’t have died, and I would have never switched over to a ghostwriter mid-way through the fifth book. Warning! This is a slash story. Meaning guy and guy sex! So if you don’t like skip to after the lemon.

Summary: See the first Chapter.

Pairings: Fred/Lee/George, Ron/Harry

talking

thoughts

\'telepathy\'



Fred and George were as close as close can be, after all they were twins. They shared everything, emotions, thoughts, interests, books, and things. Everything. It was no surprise to them when in their second year, during Yule Holidays, that they gave their first kiss to each other. They knew as children that there would never be anyone else with them, for they only thing that mattered was each other. Not they’re Mother or Father, or even their brothers and baby sister, just them and no one else.



By the time they went back to Hogwarts after the Holiday, they knew that no one else would ever know what they felt, and even if they did, they couldn’t really understand truly. But in their forth year, when Ronald, they would never tell him that they called him that behind his back, came to them, begging them really, to help him go and save Harry, his best friend. Granted, we were concerned, yes, when he didn’t return mail to Ronald or us, but we thought nothing of it.



But they way Ronald was firm that something was wrong with Harry at his house; we got shivers down our spine. Ronald sounded so knowing that something was wrong, we agreed without question. Ronald never really came out of his shell until Hogwarts, until he meet Harry. Ronald was silent most of the way except to give directions to Harry’s house. He was rubbing his fingertips together, something Ronald stopped when he reached Hogwarts. When we got to Harry’s house, we were appalled.



The Savior of our World lived in nothing more than an expanded closet, and had bars on his window! Bars! We decided right there and then that we would do anything in our power to make sure that Harry was happy. We added adder later that day, well fed, when we saw how thin he was. Even that horsewoman, Harry’s Aunt we found out later, was bigger then him. After Harry told us about the house elf, we were mostly quite the way back, well, we were. Harry and Ronald were talking back and forth about some nonsense that we couldn’t figure out. Their words were mixed up and jumbled, and made no sense.



It wasn’t until later next week that we finally figured out what those conversations were. They were normal, to them, just like our twin speech was to us. They were talking about their Potion essay of all things in Ronald’s room, that was the only place Ronald and Harry hanged out and where Ginny couldn’t follow them. We wanted to throw in one of our earliest joke inventions, a Colored Smoke Bomb, when we listened in.



“Harry is that-“



“No. Try-“



“Sure? Maybe-“



“Naw. Never-“



“Never?”



“Never.”



“Alcintone?



“Hmm…”



“Yes. Alcintone.”



“Sure?”



“Yes.”



We crept away, both happy and incredibly sad for them. It would take them awhile to understand what that closeness meant, but we already knew, and we were glad. For they will never find anything or anyone else to be that close with in both the magical and non-magical worlds. Over the next three years we watched them in both school and when Harry would visit.



We watched in second year as they grew closer still, and listened the summer after as Ronald woke up from nightmares screaming for Harry not to die or look at ‘IT” whatever ‘IT’ was. We watched in both third and forth year as Ronald become more aware of both Hermione and his own feelings, and we winced when he almost broke that connection he had with Harry the start of fourth year. In fifth year we saw him become both protective and possessive of Harry to the extent where we considered calling Mom and Dad to step in and do something about it.



And finally this summer we watched him pace the house and garden liked something caged, as he waited for replies from Harry. Then as soon as it started it stopped, oh, Ronald still paced, but it wasn’t as frantic as it was before. And we knew then before the year was up that either Ronald and Harry would be in one bed rather then two, or, they wouldn’t talk to each other again. The morning we went to Sirius’s Will and Last Testament hearing, we both saw Ronald closed off, no one else saw, but we did. We knew him better then anyone else, save Harry.



We had for the longest time, since last summer, suspected something was up with Dumbledore. Something wasn’t adding up. We sounded out Bill about blood wards; he said that Blood Words needed positive emotion to work. We thought back over the years we had known Harry, and the thinness and the bruise’s he didn’t quite managed to hide from Ronald or us, and knew that there were no Blood Words on Harry’s house and it was sheer luck that Harry hadn’t been found by Death Munchers or Moldyshorts yet. Our Head of House should have known something was up, and last year when she told Harry to keep his head down and not to make waves, we decided if we went back to Hogwarts we would get re-sorted, we were not staying in that House any longer.



When the Will was about to be read, and Dumbledore said that he was standing in for Harry we both though liar at the same time, and the way Ronald frowned at the Headmaster, we new he thought the same thing. Ronald was in shock after wards, not from the money we didn’t think, but more that he now had a fighting chance to do something.



We were silent in our kitchen as we waited for the Chinese food to arrive, well, Ronald was silent. George and me talked about this and that just to keep Ronald from dwelling on Harry. It was a relief when they food arrived, and we all ate in quietness. Fred was washing up the dishes when Ronald finally spoke.



“Listen I’m going out for a few hours, I’ll be home before tomorrow morning. I’m not sure when I’ll be home or the state my friend will be in, but could you clean off the couch or the spare pull out bed for me?”



“Sure. Whatever you want, Ronnikins.” George said. Ronald just rolled his eyes; he finally understood that it was an affectionate term, not a teasing one. We didn’t say anything when Ronald grabbed his bag and left the loft. While Fred finished up the dish’s George cleaned up the rest of the kitchen. They had noticed that Harry cleaned when he was nervous or upset about something. Fred and George slowly cleaned their loft during that evening and they were tired when it got dark.



They were sitting on the couch admiring their handiwork, when Fred got a very nice idea.



“Hey, George?”



“Yeah?”



“We are dirty and it would be a shame if we got our nice clean bed dirty, so how about we take a shower and got all nice and clean?” Fred said, trying to hold back a leer, he knew they weren’t going to get any privet time for a while when Ronald and Harry came over.



George looked at his twin a bit warily, he knew what that tone meant, and he was too tired to want to do anything and said so.



“No. I’m tired and want to go to bed.” Fred’s leer fell.



“But!”



“No! No sex in the shower and that’s final.” George said as he got up and moved to the bathroom. “Or do you want to sleep on the floor?” George tossed over his should as he opened the bathroom and turned on the shower.



George was just testing the water, it was the right temp., boiling hot, when he heard Fred come in and shut the door. The bathroom wasn’t the most spacious, but it could fit both him and Fred without having one of then in the tub. Fred was pouting as he striped all his clothing off. George’s moth went dry; maybe he shouldn’t have said anything.



“I don’t see what the big deal is, it’ll be really fast and we don’t know when Ronald and Harry will leave us alone. It could be weeks.” Fred complained as his hands moved to his pants zipped and started to pull it down.



Then again, Fred was a sex fiend. Just like Lee. It was too bad Lee wasn’t here, and then he and Fred could entertain each other. George thought as he striped out of his own cloth and stepped into the shower as Fred got in behind him. They both sighed, the water felt really good on their muscles. If George was paying attention, he would have noticed Fred’s leer when he reached for the shampoo.



WARNING! LEMONS DEAD AHEAD!!!! WARNING! LEMONS DEAD AHEAD!!!!



While George reached for the shampoo Fred pressed one water slicked finger into his twins ass, and moaned at the moist heat surrounding his finger and he couldn’t wait until that was around his cock, as he was buried balls deep inside of him. George froze when he felt the finger slide into him, and right as he was about to protest this, he already said no, a seconded finger was shoved in and his twins free hand wrapped around his cock and George moaned at the feeling. The fingers started to move in and out him, it wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t pleasant either, and damn Fred! He knew where to press, and why wasn’t he?!



“St-Stop…nhgh… I said n-n-no!” George stammered out as Fred pushed his third finger into him, it was starting to hurt now and George started to squirm away, when Fred pushed hard against his prostate and George keened. It felt so good; George didn’t want it to stop. Fred chuckled against his brother’s shoulder; he knew how to push George just right.



Fred withdrew his fingers and laughed slightly when George tried to follow them with his ass, and groaned when the fingers were gone, leaving him feeling empty. Fred bit lightly down on Georges shoulder and stroked his cock up and down a few times before removing his hand and getting a disappointed moan at the loss.



“Alright, I’ll stop.” Fred said as he reached for the soap to start to wash up, and ignored George as he stiffened against his chest. Fred was about to grab a washcloth when he felt a moist heat surround his cock and he dropped the soap when a tongue licked his leaking tip. Fred grabbed George’s hair from where he was kneeling between his legs and arched into his brothers mouth and moaned.



George smirked around his twins cock, served him right for doing that to him, getting him all worked up and stopping like that. He wanted to be fucked, and he wanted it now! George hummed around the cock in his mouth; he knew that was going to break his brother more then anything else. George had barely any time to not let his teeth catch as Fred’s cock was pulled out then having four fingers roughly shoved up ass and pressed against his prostate. George moaned at the pain/pleasure that raced through his body at the feel of it.



Fucking tease, Fred thought as he shoved four of his fingers into his brother’s ass roughly. He knew he was going to tear something, but he really didn’t care at that point. He moaned when he heard George keen as he came all over the showers wall. Fred wanted for him to pay for teasing him like that.



George was leaning against the wall trying not to fall, when he felt his brother’s fingers being pulled out of him, and then he was being bent in half and he grabbed the water spicket underneath the hot and cold water handles, he knew his ass was going to be bleeding when Fred was done with him.



Fred lined himself up with his brother’s hole and shoved in as far and as roughly as he could. Fred groaned at both the feel and Georges keen of pain, he loved making his brother make that sound.



Fred started a brutal pace that had George keening at every hit of his prostate, and Fred knew George was going to cum any minutes now, and he sped up his thrusts because he wanted to come when his brother did. Fred felt George stiffen and the walls surrounding his cock close with an almost brutal force and George came screaming Fred’s name, while Fred thrust one more time and came inside his brother with a small keen.



LEMON OVER!! LEMON OVER!! LEMON OVER!!



They both collapsed in the tub and Fred pulled out reluctantly, he loved being inside his brother or Lee most of the time. George lay against his brother too tired to move as Fred washed both them and turned off the water. Fred stood up and carried his brother to their bedroom, and climbed into bed with him. George sighed as he snuggled down into the mattress and rolled over when Fred slipped in behind him. George was slipping into sleep when he felt Fred kiss his lips softly, and fell asleep with his around his brother’s waist.



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