"Analeigh." Fred's soft whisper echoes through the halls. "Analeigh!" George's voice cries from the other end. Get closer to each other? Magical boundaries? There is nothing good about taking away what I have left of a family for a stupid competition! The Triwizard Competition might not kill me physically but having to listen to my closer possession cry for my help is going to break me down morally. "ANALEIGH!!!" Fred and George scream at the same time from two different locations. I fall to my knees as I realize that choosing one or the other will be the last thing I'll do. I put my hands on my ears and press really hard as I try to convince myself that everything is not true. Fred, George... Don't leave me. You need to rescue me... Rescue me from myself! __ Hi, do please enjoy this story I wrote a long ass time ago. I'm currently trying my best to keep updating the sequel so that the story can come to an end. Have fun and enjoy the horrendous mistakes I was doing because I know I am. Re-reading your comments is just the funniest thing ever.
