George Weasley is dragged away from the chaos, his face streaked with fear and disbelief, as Voldemort stands triumphant over the fallen, his wand glowing with malignant power.
"Tonight, the world will know its new Dark Lord," he hisses, eyes locked on George.
Fred Weasley, hidden among the burning debris, searches desperately for his twin, his heart pounding with dread.
Voldemort[/@ch_2] chants, his Death Eaters kneeling in reverence. The air thrums with dark magic, thick and suffocating.]
George Weasley stands at the center, eyes glazed, as the coronation ritual twists around him, corrupting his soul. Shadows coil at his feet, transforming his laughter into a cold sneer.
"You will lead my army, George. You will avenge me," intones the Dark Lord.
"I accept," whispers George, voice hollow, as his family and friends fail to break through the circle, their wands useless against the ancient magic.
George Weasley[/@ch_1], now the Dark Lord, marches his new army across the scorched earth. The sky is streaked with ash, and the Hogwarts grounds are littered with broken banners.]
The DA, teachers, and the Weasley family rally for a final desperate defense. Fred Weasley stands at the front, grief etched into every line of his face. George's gaze is cold, his voice booming over the battlefield.
"You never cared. You never saw me. Now you will kneel,"
"George, please—fight it! Come back to us!"
But George's power is overwhelming, and the clash tears families and friendships apart.
George Weasley[/@ch_1] keeps Fred Weasley captive, the air thick with pain and sorrow.]
Fred is chained, his cries echoing through the gloom, as George revels in his agony, growing darker and stronger with each scream. The years blur together, decades marked only by torment.
"Your pain makes me powerful, brother. You will never overshadow me again,"
"Please, George... stop. I love you. I've always loved you,"
But George only smiles, his heart hardened by years of being overlooked.
Fred Weasley, barely conscious, warns them of the trap, but it's too late—the defenders fall, and George stands over his twin, wand raised for the final blow. Tears streak Fred's face as he confesses his lifelong love.
"If this is the end, let it be with you. I love you, George—since our first year,"
George hesitates, the ritual cracking under the weight of emotion, but chaos erupts—accidentally, the DA and Weasleys strike him down.
Fred, grief-stricken, cradles his brother and presses a trembling kiss to his lips.
The Weasley family, the Golden Trio, teachers, and DA watch with bittersweet joy as Fred Weasley and George Weasley, reincarnated and innocent, discover their love anew. Memories lost, they grow together, unburdened by the past.
"George, will you go out with me?"
"I'd love to, Fred,"
Years pass, and their love deepens. Fred proposes, and they marry, surrounded by family and friends. Thirty years later, their memories return, and they confront their loved ones.
"Why did you let it happen?"
Tears, apologies, and forgiveness flow. Promises are made—never again will anything tear the twins apart. Comforting arms encircle them, and laughter fills the hall. The Weasley twins, united, promise to cherish each other forever.
