#fred ff

[dracowars]

hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on fred weasley in which y/n is a slytherin who's best friends with draco and is in the same year as the golden trio. she's the typical pureblood, stubborn and proud slytherin, but also kinda shy. her and fred hate each other and are always bickering and even tough they don't realise it they actually have a lot of sexual tension going on since they're unconsciously attracted to each other. the rest is up to you.

thankss

frenemies | fred weasley

pairing: fred x syltherin!reader

word count: 2,4k

summary: where fred loves nothing more than to tease y/n

a/n: i hope you like this, i still feel a bit insecure about writing for other hp characters >.<

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of injuries

universe: harry potter

“Mr, Weasley! Now, would you please leave Ms. Y/L/N alone and stop flirting with her”, Professor McGonagall’s loud and stern voice suddenly says behind you, and her words immediately make your cheeks flush a bright red color, while anger builds up inside of you because Fred Weasley once again managed to embarrass you in front of the whole class. Because now, of course, everyone is looking directly at you, and you would like to slide down your chair as low as possible in order to helplessly disappear under the table and escape your classmates’ curious looks. Fred, on the other hand, seems little bothered by the comment about his very inappropriate behavior – it never bothers him – and he only straightens up with that disgusting smug grin after bending down toward you and your table, one elbow on the tabletop.

Literally everyone can see that you are extremely embarrassed and feel very uncomfortable about this situation, but Fred seems to be even more amused now than when he teased you about your supposedly wrong homework only minutes before. When McGonagall finally approaches, he gives you a wink before turning to her.

“You know, professor.. I just can’t resist Y/N. She is so adorable”, Fred enthuses like a little boy in love, but the sarcasm is clearly evident in his voice. You hate being called adorable, and he knows it. That is why he even says it in the first place. To annoy you. As always.

“I am really happy for you, Mr. Weasley. But let us not ignore the fact that your flirting disturbs everyone else while studying”, Professor McGonagall rebukes him and since he knows that he can only lose this conversation, he finally gives in and goes back to his seat to high-five his twin brother. As is they had another success. Rolling your eyes, you turn back to your parchment, but your heartbeat is still beating hard against your chest.

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The wind strongly blows through your hair, blocking your view for a brief moment as it flies in front of your eyes. The spring-like weather takes some getting used to and you would actually much rather sit in your warm common room by the fireplace, with a cup of tea, a fluffy blanket and maybe a good book. But since you are a good best friend – the best of all, to be honest – you could not say no when Draco asked if you would like to watch his Quidditch practice today. You love watching him, you really do, but you prefer watching him when it is warm outside, and you are not stuck in the thick layers of clothing.

Unfortunately for you, the Gryffindor team decided to do their weekly training session today as well, which means you have to look around for possibly incoming danger every two seconds. Fred Weasley could be lurking around every corner.

Concentrating on your best friend as best you can, you find your gaze switching towards the red-colored team across the field, your view particularly getting caught on a red-haired boy who catches and returns your gaze at that precise moment. Your pulse immediately increases, out of embarrassment at being caught and also because he gives you his brightest smile, accompanied by a wave of his hand.

Shaking your head, you turn your eyes back to your house team, which is racing across the field at this moment, chasing and dodging the balls. It never ceases to amaze you how good you team has become in recent years. Of course you believed in them from the very start, you are a Slytherin after all, yet every year you become even more enthusiastic about the sport. You would never fly that fast with your broom, even if you do not like to admit it. Your grades are perfect in every subject, but there is a lot of room for improvement in Broom Flight Class.

“Hey Y/N!”

Violently jumping from shock, you look directly into the eyes of Fred Weasley, who is now hovering in front of the grandstand with his broomstick, only a few centimeters away from you. Again, there is that smirk on his lips when he looks at you. Sometimes you think he is making fun of you, but sometimes, very occasionally, you fancy you see something else, something more, in it.

“Fred Weasley, when are you going to learn that it is rude to startle people like that?”, you roll your eyes in annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest while holding his gaze. Although you cannot exactly explain how you manage to hold his piercing gaze right now.

“Your team has just challenged us to a training game. If I were you, I would rather switch houses quickly”, Fred recommends, a victorious expression on his face.

“If I were you, I would rather be careful not to accidentally get hit by a bludger”, you counter, raising an eyebrow, letting your mind wander for a second to how good he actually looks in his Quidditch uniform.

“You do not have to worry about me, my love. I am already grown up”, Fred winks at you, then pats himself on the shoulder before twisting his head in different directions to crack his joints. As if he were preparing for a bitter fight.

“Well then you should win the game with ease”, you reply, you ambition gaining the upper hand. Slytherin needs to win this practice match just so you can tease Fred about it. “Good luck, Weasley. You will need it.”

In fact, team Slytherin is more likely to be the team that needs that luck right now. They are already far behind, and Draco and Harry are in a fast race, chasing the golden snitch. Just when you think Draco is going to get hold of it, there is a scream that makes you look around.

However, all you can see is a large brown ball directly coming your way at breakneck speed and you have no choice but to protect yourself with your arms crossed over your head. You wait for the painful blow, but it does not come. Instead, there is loud cheering.

Puzzled and a little scared, you look up to see Fred flying right in front of you, apparently batting the bludger away from you with his bat in order to save you from getting hit.

“Are you alright?”, Fred asks you, suddenly not at all interested in winning when Slytherin scores a goal due to his momentary absence on the field, concern in his voice. Not quite knowing what is happening, you just nod slightly, the shock still coursing through your body. Fred seems to interpret your cold answer in such a way that he should not have asked, which is why his facial expression immediately petrifies.

“This is how a good training should go! The bludger would never have hit you anyway. After all, the best Quidditch player in the world is flying right in front of you”, Fred finally tried to cover up his sudden insecurity with jokes and only now do you realize that your sparse answer must have seemed wrong to him. And even if he is annoying you again with these kinds of statements, he just saved you from getting brutally hit.

“Thank you”, you say a little louder, a small smile on your lips, which is why he widens his eyes for a moment. Whenever you talk to him, you rarely show him your genuine and beautiful smile. In fact, you try to never show any emotion when he is around. Which is good, because otherwise Fred would not have been able to hold himself back months ago.

��O-Of course”, Fred stutters out, which seems to shock you both a bit. Fred Weasley suddenly feeling insecure? Maybe you were indeed hit by a bludger.

“Fred! When you are finally done flirting with your girlfriend, how about you give us a helping hand here?”, Oliver Wood, the team captain of Gryffindor, suddenly yells loudly across the pitch, obviously annoyed that he has to play with one player less.

“She is not- Oh. Nevermind, doesn’t matter”, Fred wants to explain, but quickly interrupts himself for the best. Already about to set off on his way back, he turns to you one last time, the typical grin on his lips. “See you later!”

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„You were absolutely amazing out there, Draco!”, you cheer as you wait for your best friend by the changing rooms before he finally appears, jumping into your arms as soon as he sees you. Slytherin only won because Draco managed to catch the snitch after all.

“I know, we are all in great shape. We will win the game at the weekend with ease”, Draco smiles happily, but also exhausted from the strenuous training session.

“Thh, yes, of course. Because you are playing unfair, not because you are good”, Fred suddenly joins your conversation, who just came to the changing rooms as well, now standing right in front to you with a look of disappointment on his face. Draco takes a step forward towards him, hiding you a little behind him, going into full attack mode within seconds.

“Oh yes? Do you want to say that again, Weasley?”

“Draco, let it go”, you try to hold your best friend back by trying to pull him back on his shoulder, but without success.

“Slytherin is playing unfair. Or how are you going to explain to me that Potter has a broken arm, Wood almost suffered a concussion, and I am bruised all over my body?”, Fred spits out, clearly and visibly angry at how the game went for his team. You have never seen him like this before, so down, and angry and hurt.

You can already feel how Draco is more than ready to attack, but Fred decides to be the wiser one this time and gives in, simply turning away with a shake of his head and disappearing into the changing room.

“What an idiot”, Draco murmurs angrily, but lets it rest for now. However, you feel the desperate urge to follow Fred, especially after seeing the numerous bruises on his arms. Carefully, you sneak away from Draco as he is busy talking to his team captain and step into the cabin where Fred disappeared into before, now sitting on one of the benches with his head hanging low.

“Fred? Are you alright?”, you ask hesitantly, your voice barely louder than the wind outside, which has died down in the meantime. When he hears your voice, he immediately raises his head in shock, but lowers it again right away as if he does not want to talk to you.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Was just a stupid game.”

“That is not why I asked. I ask if you are okay. The bruises-”

“Not that bad. They will be gone again soon enough.”

“O-Oh. Good. Then- Uhm, well- I think you played very well today”, you stutter our and inwardly slap yourself across the face because you seem to have forgotten how to speak like a normal person all of a sudden. A brief silence spreads between you at your words, until he lifts his head, looks straight at you, and then smiles without saying a word. This small gesture immediately triggers sheer chaos in you, and you do not even know what your words just triggered inside of him.

“Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot to me”, Fred finally answers you, visibly in a better mood now than he was a few minutes ago. “You know how to cheer someone up.”

“Well, I am doing my best”, you giggle sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear while looking anywhere but him.

“I know.”

“So- I, uhm-”, you clear your throat, having absolutely no idea what else to say. With your thumb you point toward the door over your shoulder as you already take a step back. “I will go and leave you alone-”

“Whoa, folks. You guys are so incredibly awkward, I can hardly stand it”, George’s voice suddenly sounds behind you after you had to interrupt yourself when you accidentally bumped into him while going backwards as he came in at exactly that moment. You do not know how much he overheard, but definitely the last words, if not more.

“Could you guys finally, I dunno, make out or something so I do not have to watch this tragedy any longer?”, George suggests bluntly, but his statement makes you even more nervous now. How can he just say something like that out loud?

“George!”, Fred and you say at the same time, both deeply outraged by his twin brother’s silly suggestion. Even though you have to admit the idea does not sound as wrong in your head as you initially thought. With his hands up in fake surrender, George quickly backs out of the danger zone, disappearing out of the door as fast as he entered.

“I really have to leave now-”

“Were you seriously worried about me?”, Fred interrupts you sternly, his expression unreadable as he looks at you wide-eyed after he has stood up and his face is now hovering so much higher above you. You want to give him a teasing answer, some kind of scathing comment, but because he asked the question so genuinely, all you can think of is the truth.

“I always worry about you”, you reply shyly, but this time you do not avert your gaze. You look deep into his eyes, and you realize once again how beautiful they actually are. However, you did not expect that he would suddenly pull you into a tight hug, making you feel more secure and protected than you felt in a very long time.

“I knew it”, he finally murmurs after resting his face on your shoulder. You can almost feel his cheeky smile, so you reluctantly push him away, his body vibrating with laughter. Outraged, you start to counterattack, but he quickly puts his hand on your mouth to prevent you from cursing at him.

“You are incredibly cute when you look at me like this”, Fred smiley, leaving you completely and utterly speechless. Who would have thought that Fred Weasley, the boy who loves nothing more than to annoy you all the time, always eliciting a snide comment form you, would one day leave you speechless. And he intensifies this even more when he suddenly puts his lips on yours in a passionate kiss.

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[l-lenny]

Dumb Krum! … I love you too

Viktor Krum x Malfoy!Fem!reader, Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Fem!reader

Part 1/??

SERIES MASTERLIST

TW: cursing, mention of fighting parents

Malfoy reader, Durmstrang, no voldy au, fictional wizards names (side characters)

AN: this is longer then I expected but be prepared for next pt

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“No! This is final they will go-“ boomed masculine voice before being interrupted by high pitched yell. “LUCIUS!” The man in question was furious. “Narcissa don’t you dare-“ your mother started crying. “Luci, please let at least one be close to me.” She foolishly hoped that she could persuade her husband. If she convinces him once maybe she will twice. You were aware of the whole situation. They have been arguing about this whole education thing for months. You were soon to be turned 11 and your Hogwarts letter came two days ago. However your father wanted you to go to Durmstrang. It wasn’t that common to have girls attending, but it was not an oddity and single incident either. Doing your research you learned that only 2 girls would be attending while you will be at school and both of them were much older than you. You knew that your mother wanted both of you to attend Hogwarts, but father was dead set on Durmstrang. You heard footsteps behind you and when you turned around you saw your little brother. Teary eyed and with messy hair. He was 7 and much more softer than his big sister. “Why are mum and dad fighting?” He whispered, tears spilling. You hugged him. He didn’t have to hear all of this. The empty hallway not helpful for your words of encouragement “don’t worry I will fix it” your brother hugged you back and yawned. It was by far past his bed time. You took him back to his room and put him to sleep, singing a lullaby. After he was sound asleep you went back to the hallway to hear your parents still arguing. Narcissa was crying and Lucius was fuming. After taking deep breath you knocked on the door to father’s study. Your parents stopped their “talk” and opened the door angrily. “Didn’t you went to sleep?!” Your father said rather strictly. “I couldn’t sleep and by chance I heard you two, so if I may add my opinion to this: I would go to Durmstrang under one condition.”

And that’s how you ended up in the small castle on north. You were cold from the harsh weather and environment. When you arrived via floo power to your new school you have been greeted by cold stares. You did your research on how things are done around here so you practiced in front of mirror your speeches to every possible scenario. You straighten your shoulders and went straight to great hall, where many students were gathered. Students were sitting around round tables and were chatting. You immediately noticed that there have been almost no girls. You were expecting that, but it is still kinda disappointing. Principal Karkaroff took your attention. He spoke in heavy accent. “New students!” Trying to make an impression of strong and powerful man. Everyone was silent in that instance. “You shall train your hardest! You will be excelling in many ways and techniques. If not, you will be punished.” then he clapped his hands once and everyone started talking again. Was this your que to go and eat? You looked around. New attendees were as confused as you. Deciding to take action you marched to one of the tables full of students. One thing you reminded yourself was to stay strong. “Hey” you said as you sat down between two older boys. They could have been 16 or 17 if you could guess. “Oi! We have a brave one here! Sitting with your superiors” Said the one on your left. “Get lost twerp” said the one on your right showing his shoulder into yours. This might be just a test! You were feeling tired after long day and didn’t have patience for them. You took one breath before smiling at the boy “listen to me! I would highly suggest for you to shut your fucking mouth before I do it for you…permanently.” You shove him with your finger. “You are just a dumb loud mouth with no respect! And I don’t tolerate that kind of behaviour” you said lowly. “So shut up before I will shove my wand in your eye and your wand up your arse.” You grabbed plate and started eating. To be honest you were scared. Like scared so much you were almost shaking. Key word almost. “I like ya kid” he said after a while. His friends agreeing and started chatting with you.

His friends agreeing and started chatting with you. That was the best nerve-reliever. You heard from all of them that this is almost as a trial to see who is more suited for this school and for what group. You happened to chose the popular kids. After you took your first bite you noticed another kid across from you. He was same age as you. He looked at you and visible sparkle in his eyes. But not for long. Because the whole “trial thing” happened again. You just ate your meal, which was warm, still it looked disgusting but you were far too hungry to care. This was supposed to be some kind of shredded meat with mashed potatoes. After more chatting your stomach was full. That was when the boy on your left said “You two should head to dormitories and sleep” and when the young boy asked where to find them the older one replied with snarky “figure it out” you spun around. The only thing that popped in your mind was asserting dominance. You will not be showed around. “He asked you a question give him a proper answer.” You said. The tall boy towered above you. “And what are you gonna do about it? You don’t even know a single spell” you pull out your wand. It was pretty cherry wood with unicorn hair and ivy leaves. “Wanna bet ? I will avadakedavra your arse.” You pointed to him with your wand. “You are amazing kid!” He patted your head after a while. “Come with me.” He led you two in corridors and hallways pointing out every classroom and room. He was much nicer than before. “And here are the first years” he smirked. “Wasn’t so bad right?” You laughed. He patted your head again and took off. You looked at the young boy beside you. “Y/n, Y/n Malfoy” you outstretched your hand. The boy smirked “Viktor, Viktor Krum” he mimicked your introduction and shook your hand. The two of you made your way through the door to se a long hallway with many doors. On each door was a nameplate.

You found out that every room was shared. Two people in each one and one small shared bathroom. You prayed you got your room with a girl or alone. From the manor you were custom to having your own place and bathroom. And not going to lie it was big. But when you arrived at the end of the corridor and no other girl names were placed you were pleasantly surprised. You had your own room! The door beside yours read V. Krum and A. Landsprout. “Looks like we are neighbours!” you said to Viktor. “Oh! I vos not expecting a roommate” he said as he opened the door and found out his suitcase on one of the beds. You did the same. The only difference in your room: there was only one bed. You took a look around. A dresser on the right from the door, next to bed under a shelf. You stepped into the room further, taking in the pretty grey wallpaper. You looked at the table which was situated under a window opposite side of your bed. And in the end of the room there was a small bathroom. Decided to unpack you heard a soft knock on your door. “Come in” you said. You saw Viktor. “Can ve talk?” He asked. Straight forward, you liked that. “Sure” you smiled. Your smile brightened this dark place. “How did you know vot to do? You seemed so confident either. Almost like you have been here.” He sulked. You let out a laugh. Viktor felt embarrassment creeping to his cheeks. “I was shaking in my boots. Before I came here I practically rehearsed every single conversation and scenario I could think of. I also read a lot about the school and its traditions.” Viktor looked at you again. “So you practiced?” You nodded. “My parents vonted me to be more confident, to be someone …like you were today so they sent me here. And it’s also a tradition.“ he opened up. In whole 11years he never opened up that quickly to someone. “So do you think you could help me?”

You two become best friends in no time. Supporting each other in trouble, when you had hard time or even tutor each other. Sometimes the education process was hard and you cried to Viktors chest while he awkwardly patted your back. But you were doing this for your little brother, you reminded yourself. And you had Viktor and your older friends to support you. But Viktor was here for you as you were here for him every step of the way. The teaching style in Durmstrang was harsh. Often disciplined students by whipping spell or crucio. You were glad that you and your friends were rather smart, so you don’t have to see them in pain. You have to remind yourself time and time again that you are doing this for Draco. He would broke in your place.

One afternoon in December, right after class with your potions professor you catch up with Viktor. “Do you understand the formula?” You asked. “Oh yeah.” He chuckled. You pout and looked at him with puppy eyes. “Can you help me please?” You begged. “You know ve are not supposed to do that” Viktor was amused. You were excellent at charms but terrible at potions. Non the less he would help you, just like you would help him with charms and transfiguration. In most cases it was just his accent troubling him. You two met in your room and went over and over the formula. You were super worried about not doing it right. Although Viktor was excellent tutor he failed to teach you this. And in your next lesson with professor Grimdale you managed to mess up the potion. “Miss Malfoy! Care to remind me what was the correct formula?” You tried to remember, but due to your nerves acting up you simply couldn’t. Was this your first punishment? Right before Christmas? Oh no! “You are talentless! Hopeless potion maker!” He yelled. You were expecting to be strike with cruciatus spell, after all some other students were disciplined like that. Instead of the crucio came whipping. One whip strike for each of your hands, for making a mistake. You shut your eyes in pain trying so hard not to make a sound. Most of your classmates were punished more if they made a sound. You stood there bravely. “Remember correctly next time!” Professor said and continued the lesson. You were shaken and teary eyed. But you had reputation! Get it together Y/n! You can’t cry.

Few days after this incident you found yourself hugging your pillow and crying. Re-reading the letter your father sent. You were his favourite after deciding to go to Durmstrang, he praised you in his last letters how well you do in school. But this time. This time it was a strictly shaming letter.

“Daughter,

I am very disappointed in last letter I got from your potion professor! How can you mess simple potion? You are slacking. Focus on your studies. When you will go home for Christmas I will hire a tutor so you would not slack off! Don’t disappoint me more child!

Father”

Every ounce of stress putted on you came flowing out in the large tears you cried that night. Viktor, nor your friends knew about this. You were feeling lost for a moment. But soon you slept off most of the negative feelings.

Soon after the holidays came around and you were going back to manor. Floo powder in hand you said your last goodbye to your boys and with “Malfoy manor” you disappeared in green fire. When you came to your living room you looked at the dark place. Your coat reminding you about the change of scenery. After taking it off with another hundred layers of clothing you heard footsteps. “Y/n?” You saw Draco coming towards you and then he ran, body slammed straight into you. “Hey!” Quickly you greeted each other and then you went to find your parents. Staying at home over the holidays was harsh to say at least. Mother was still mad at you for going to school so far away. Father lectured you on basic and advanced things. Overworking you every day. And Draco? You noticed that he started to change. He was more spoiled in your eyes. The only thing that was making your stay bearable was letters from your boys. You started to feel like an outsider in your home. To be honest you were happy to go back to the Durmstrang institute again. There you have your best friend and group of friends. Your time at home was slowly coming to an end and your excitement grew. Finally the day came and you went back to school. You were ambitious witch. Trying to be top in every class. After your father’s lectures you aimed to be the best just to not go through them again. Getting good grades and being respected by many was on your agenda as well. By the end of the year you made your name shine very bright and be one of the more popular students. You had your friend group around to hang out with and some admirers to scare or prank. None the less eaven if the school was hard you liked it there. And as time passed by you were saying goodbye to your friends at the end of your first year. “Bye Vik!” You smiled. “Bye Artie! Bye Archie!” You waved and with a promise to go to visit each other you floo back to manor.

Spending summer with your friends was great! Your father actually liked the guys you hanged out with. Well what was there not to like. They were all pure-blooded and strong. One or two times he actually asked if you and Viktor are dating. You dismissed that and explained that you two are just friends. The most fun you had at Archie’s! His mother was strict, but very kind to you. She wanted a daughter, yet never had one. You won the lottery there. Archie was kinda butthurt about it at first but it became an inside joke. You went to trip with the guys. It was fun! Draco was disappointed that you were most of the time gone and actually started ignoring you. It still hurts but what can you do. Forcing someone to like you is pointless. After that summer your family kinda fell apart.

Near the end of the summer holidays you went to your father’s study, letter from Durmstrang in hand. You knocked on the door and waited. Lucius permitted for you to come in and you read the letter to him. “There is a letter from school! I need few new books for dark arts and charms. Can we get them later? If you have time of course” your father nodded and dismissed you. In the afternoon of the next day Lucius got home early from work to pick you up and to go shopping in Diagon alley. You also wanted to get a custom case on your broom. Your hands got always cold when you were flying. You brought nice knitted case around the holder and it was so nice and warm. After that you were headed to get books you needed. Your father was heading to look at some other stuff and left you some money. “Wait for me in front of the shop.” He instructed and left. You nodded and looked for the books. You got one and looked for the other. After a while you spotted the book you needed and got on your tippy toes to get it, but you were too short. “Need any help shortie?” Said someone behind you and grabbed your book handing it to you. You grabbed the book. Looking at mop of red hair. “For your information I am not short, the shelf is just too high.” The red head chuckled. “Sure, are you going to Hogwarts too?” You looked at the book you were holding and shook your head. “I am studying at Durmstrang!” You smiled. The boy before you looked completely shocked. Platinum hair, perfect posture and student of Durmstrang. He heard of you. His father actually talked about you with his mother. You were the oldest daughter of the Malfoys. Fred remembers the conversation clearly.

“How was your day?” Asked his mom. He and his twin brother by the stairs waiting to snatch some cookies. “Malfoy came today flourishing about his oldest daughter. What is her name again?” Molly chuckled “Y/n?” Arthur nods “yes and he wouldn’t shut up about the Durmstrang. Honestly it was tiring.” He says and Molly laughs.

“Anyway thank you for the-“ before Y/n even has time to properly thank him she heard the door of the shop spun open. And in storms your father. “Y/n-“ he turned towards you. Then his gaze was on the older Weasley twin. “Weasley? I believe you are in the way. My daughter is trying to buy some books. Not that you could.” He placed his cane on the redhead’s shoulder. “Father! He is not-“you started only to be interrupted. “Fred! Oh good afternoon Lucius.” Said another voice. You looked up to see older gentleman. Presumably father of the redheaded boy. “Afternoon Arthur” said your father. “Shopping for school I presume” Lucius smirked and looked at the older, second hand, books Arthur was holding “At least some of us can afford brand new books” Said your father taking you by the shoulders “do you have everything?” You nodded. “Then we shall part ways, see you at work.” Said your father harshly while tugging you towards cashier. You looked back to see the redhead boy and waved with sweet yet awkward smile. After you left and went home your father gave you a hard lesson. “Don’t associate yourself with wrong people. The whole family of Weasleys are blood traitors.” You looked confused. Father never had any issues with people you talked to. Was this really something that was so inappropriate? You paid no mind to it happy to have your books and ready to pack to Durmstrang.

On the other hand Freds interest was peaked. He was just being nice. Still a little confused you were a Malfoy he remembered your smile.

“Vik!” You greeted your friend lightly punching him on the shoulder. He did the same. “Hov vas the rest of your vacation?” He asked. You beamed. Seriously you were the only person in the entire Durmstrang institute to be happy and smily here. “It was fine, I am just happy to be back at school!” Viktor shook his head. “Comrades!” Cheered loud voice of Arthur. “Artie!” You high-fived him and you all went to you table. You looked at the first years and thought of your first time here. There were significantly less students this year. “Guys, do you have any ideas where Archie is?” You asked just to be interrupted by the principal. “Archie is still on vaccination in Russia” whispered Artie. You pretend to be shocked and listen to principal. The whole deal as last year was heard. You were honestly just eager to eat. “Yes!” You muttered and grabbed a plate full of food. Today was the Bulgarian speciality. You simply loved this food and Vik shared your opinion. You chatted and looked around to see none of the new students went here. The lessons, duels and flights on brooms made time pass by quickly. Vik was very good at flying lessons. You often joked to get the first autograph after he will become famous quidditch player. Everything was just right.

You saw Viktor grew in to the young gentleman. He also saw you matured into skilled and talented witch. You made yourself known for being perfect. From the way you looked to the way you acted. Perfect scores in your classes, great skills, powerful friends and nice looks. The pride of your year, truly. When you were at school you enjoyed every second of each day, if you didn’t have professor Grimdale that is. But none the less life at school was perfect. The cold place was very warm and welcoming if you had the right mindset and friend group. At home it wasn’t so great. You saw as your younger brother just grew more spoiled the longer you were gone. When Draco attended Hogwarts he was sorted into slytherin. As expected. He wrote to you from time to time. But it was bland, mostly out of the formality. You wrote back just to be polite and slowly started to part your ways. Your father was writing you every month after receiving monthly report card giving you his word of encouragement. Your mother was writing from time to time too. Mostly the how are yous and be careful. You never knew what happened. Your family just stopped working at some point. You shared most of your troubles with Viktor. And he was so understanding. You actually admired him very much. He had aspiring career ahead after the Bulgarian National Quidditch team saw him play. Viktor often played with them in preparation for the World Cup.

Sitting in your room, you in your chair, Vik on your bed you tutored him in transfiguration. “Yes you did it!” You said excitedly. Viktor nodded proudly. “Vith this I could pass to the delegation!” He said. You laughed“stop calling it delegation!” The boy in front of you just shrugged. “The triwizard tournament trip or vhat ever.” You stood up slapping his shoulder. “I hope I will make it there!” Viktor looked at you confused. “You are one of the most skilled vitches!” Hearing him say that was different then what other said this.

#harry potter #no voldemort au #harry potter ff #fanfic #hp fandom #hp fanfic #fanfiction #viktor krum #viktor #viktor krum x reader #fred weasley #fred x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred wealsey fic #weasley twins #hogwarts aesthetic #hogwarts #durmstrang #draco malfoy #narcissa malfoy #lucius malfoy #malfoyfamily #x reader #hogwarts houses #triwizard champions #triwizard tournament #triwizard cup #quidditch

[pressradio]

Adami: “Box, Carlos, box”

Sainz: “if he [Hamilton] undercut me, leave me out”

After the race:

Sainz: I think Ferrari sacrificed me

🤡🤡🤡

#we’ve seen this film before #and his mom dared to like the twit about honor #ffs #i have no words actually #he has even been called out by Fred #how long this team is going to eat this shit huh? #anti sainz #anti carlos sainz #scuderia ferrari

[ego-meliorem-esse]

I want to kiss Arthur’s shoe <3333

God, i got good news for you then Fred Durst! One time offer!

#fred durst back again with a banger #username makes me laugh every time ffs its genius its golden #hetalia #ask meli #hws england #meli shitposting #myart #my art

[etherealacoustic]

Lifeless Eyes pt.3

Pairing - Wolfstar x daughter!OC, Fred Weasley x OC!

Summary - Nova Lupin-Black comes home for the Easter holidays and her parents are in for a shock.

Warnings - breakdown, depression and cursing.

Here is the final part of the small series, my first ever as well! Hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing this <33

Link for pt.1 here

Link for pt.2 here

And before she knew it, a pair of arms were wrapped carefully around her vulnerable frame.

Sirius held her close, pulling his daughter close against him as much as possible, wanting to hide her away safely from all of her demons.

"Shhh," he murmured and pressed his lips to the top of her head.

"Da," she sobbed, her hands tightening as she gripped his shirt. "I c- can't- 's too much- I can't do- I'm sorry-"

"Hush love," Remus whispered from her side and rubbed her back. "Let it out".

"Pa," she stuttered and lifted up her head to look at him and Remus had never felt his heart being broken like this before.

A huge amount of pain had struck his chest as he looked at her destroyed state. He himself was shaking and he could also feel his eyes starting to water.

Her eyes on the other hand were crimson red, puffy and all wet with the tears that continued flowing down. She was shattered, as though she really had enough of everything.

Remus swallowed down his own lump and cupped her face, "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'm right here," he said desperately and she fell right into his arms.

"I'm right here," he repeated and shut his eyes tightly, a lone tear slipping down at last as he hugged her.

Nova Lupin-Black cried.

She cried and cried and cried.

She cried till there were no more tears left to fall, she cried till her throat was sore, she cried till her eyes were a deep red and her face a mess, she cried till every broken piece inside of her was free of all the emotions that were kept bottled inside for too long.

Her body stopped trembling after a few minutes and she lifted her head from its place on Remus' shoulder.

She let a deep breath escape her lips as she wiped her face, feeling her heart lighten at the breakdown.

"Sit down," Sirius instructed softly and directed her towards the bed while also handing her a glass of water.

"Feeling better now?" Remus asked.

"Loads," she answered and sniffed. "My shoulders seemed to have lost half the weight".

The two just smiled at her, their faces the embodiment of gentleness and comfort. They glanced at each other and both had the same thoughts.

They sat in silence after that, both men in no way intending to pressure or rush her.

"Can- can I tell you everything?" Nova broke the quiet hesitatingly.

"Course you can, love," Sirius grinned, extremely glad at her decision.

"Take it at your own pace," Remus suggested. "Go slow if it gets too hard".

She nodded gratefully but was then stumped, "From where do I even start?" She laughed nervously.

"Anyhow you like it," they said in unison.

"Alright," she said and bit her lip before beginning. "Well I've been like this for the past 3-4 months at least. And I didn't know what was happening. One day everything just suddenly went dull, black and ugly. I was no longer happy, or enthusiastic or passionate about anything anymore. It took a lot of effort to even smile, you know? It was like my face was a statue, like my very heart had gone numb".

"Dolores Umbridge," she muttered suddenly and both of their eyes narrowed at the rather familiar name. "She's the main reason, Dad," she mumbled, addressing them both.

"That woman is horrible, vile, cruel, evil, monstrous and every other synonym there is left. She tortured everyone, Da!" She exclaimed with slight emotion.

Sirius didn't say anything but Remus noticed the way his jaw had tightened considerably.

"She- She still has us read all those useless textbooks that have nothing apart from ridiculously long theories and boring passages. We still don't do any practicals because she's afraid we're gonna start our own army or something. And she's turning a blind to Voldemort as well! Talking about Cedric that way-" her voice broke as she took a minute to collect herself.

Cedric Diggory. Her best friend, the type of brother she never had. The loving, handsome, funny, brave and pure Hufflepuff.

Her Ced, whose memory was tainted everyday by the woman's false statements.

Now the only thing Nova felt was anger, and both of her parents sensed it quickly.

"I tried Pa," she said honestly and looked at him, her grey eyes meeting his honey ones. "I really tried to be as quiet as possible and not let her taunts get to me. And I was good, seriously I was".

He nodded, knowing there was a huge but coming up. He wasn't angry at her of course, he knew she had tried.

"But you can't expect me to stay quiet when that bitch mentions you," she said through gritted teeth.

"She what?" Sirius asked sharply, his gaze an identical one to his daughter's.

"Yes she did!" Nova said, glad that someone was now on the same level of furious as her.

"What did she say?" Remus questioned, his mind once again filling with thoughts of self-hatred.

"I can't even say it for merlin's sake! She- she insulted you because of- because of your furry little problem. In front of the whole fucking class!" Nova seethed.

"She did not," Sirius now whispered in a deadly tone.

"She did, Da!" Niva riled him up even more, but the pair fell silent at Remus' warning look.

"What did you do?" He asked cautiously, not wanting her to be in trouble because of him.

"I defended you," she answered with an innocent smile that was failing to hide the satisfied smirk. "Respectfully".

"Sure you did," he scoffed but a smile spread across his face anyways at seeing Sirius high-five her and at the huge grin adorning her face now.

"I got detention, but it was worth it," she shrugged. "And don't you dare tell me off for that. Even if you do, it'll be all worthless as I'd do the entire thing again in a heartbeat," she warned.

"I won't say anything," he rolled his eyes playfully. "But you should've been careful".

"Godric do I feel so much better now that I've got everything off," she laughed .

She laughed.

The two men stared at her for a second before laughing out loud themselves.

"This was the main part, the rest was just stress, tension, pressure from the exams and studies," she added.

"Sure?"

"Sure," she nodded. "Hogwarts has really become a terrible place since that wretched thing has stepped foot inside. I don't even wanna go back," she mumbled.

"No problem!" Sirius said with a very obvious glint in his eyes. "We have a teacher at home, you'll be all set".

Remus shook his head as the two shared a wicked laugh. "As much as I would love to keep you here, darling, you have to go. Unfortunately".

Nova faked a pout and huffed dramatically before resigning to her fate. "Well, the force can't always be with me".

He chuckled and leaned back against the headboard of the bed, "What did she have you doing in detentions?"

Silence. And more silence.

Remus' smile faded as his eyes glanced between Nova and Sirius, who looked a bit anxious too.

"Love, what are you not telling us?" Sirius asked, eyes narrowed in suspicion and also anger at Umbridge.

"I- um- she had me doing lines," she answered, not fully honest but not lying either.

"And?" Remus prodded her, knowing there was something to add.

She sighed, her eyes wandering for a second before she slowly lifted up her sleeve and put forward her left hand.

All that followed her action was a deadly calmness, one that was so intense that she was sure there was going to be a murder happening soon.

Remus swallowed and his eyes pierced the swollen skin of his daughter's hand, his entire figure radiating anger.

"Always a monster, always a disgrace," Sirius read it out through gritted teeth. "She's etched these words, Nova!"

"She didn't do it by herself," Nova mumbled. "I was given a blood-quill, where you use your own blood to write and the words appear on your hand".

"That absolutely revolting and bloody maniac-" An endless stream of curses fell from his lips as he paced around the room.

"Pa?" Nova said cautiously.

Remus didn't say anything and just took her hand in his, his touch filled with every bit of gentleness that his eyes were failing to provide at the moment. He tapped the red skin with his wand and she hissed a little as he healed the deep cuts.

"It looks fresh," Sirius added as he sat down again and watched the wound being treated.

"Well I did have my last detention just a day before coming here".

"For how long?" Remus questioned.

"Almost a month now".

"Why didn't you send a letter?" Sirius muttered and was already planning different ways to commit a crime.

"She would've intercepted it and the result would be more detentions," Nova grumbled. "But it's okay though, I'm fine now".

"It's not okay!" Remus exclaimed. "It's not right to use these things on students. This is a form of torture for godric's sake!"

"I know, Pa," she nodded and spoke softly. "And believe me I would love nothing more than to beat the shit out of her, but it'll not only land me, but us all in trouble too. And it's not worth the risk".

"And where did that girl go who always quoted, 'What's life without a little risk?'" Sirius frowned, not at all liking this.

"I'm still the same, Da," Nova smiled. "But it's really not worth it".

"It bloody is, it's you who's on the line. It's worth every fucking risk," Remus scowled but he did understand.

"Yeah yeah whatever," she brushed it off and flopped onto his lap while keeping her legs in Sirius'.

"If you happen to get the news of Dolores Umbridge mysteriously turning bald, I didn't do anything," he said suddenly and the other two burst out laughing.

"You'll be the first to know," Nova grinned and poked his stomach.

The trio sat there till it was quite late. Just speaking randomly and enjoying each other's presence after being away for so long.

"I'll go get some water," Nova got up holding her stomach as she wiped tears of laughter from her eyes, the reason being Sirius' very bad joke.

She still had a smile on her face as she reached the kitchen and was met with her best friends.

"Hey boys," she greeted cheerfully and the two turned around unbelievably fast.

"Nov," George breathed out and his lips rugged upwards at seeing her back. He quickly went over and hugged her tightly, almost squeezing the life out of her.

She grinned and pulled away to see him pushing Fred towards her and then shooting them a wink before leaving the two alone.

"Hey Freddie," she whispered softly and snaked her arms around his neck as he pulled her close.

"Hullo love," he smiled giddily and wasted no time in pressing his lips to hers with double the passion.

He kissed her with every bit of emotion that was filling his heart, all for her. He kissed her as a sorry for not doing more, for not helping out more. He kissed her as a thank you for fighting the battle and coming out victorious. He kissed her lovingly, feeling his happiness rise upon seeing hers.

"Thank you," she said after they pulled away. Breathless and overwhelmed.

"Every time," he replied and pecked her cheek gently.

"And sorry too".

"I'll take that one as well".

The couple laughed like buffoons, being crazily drunk over each other that they were unable to form a meaningful sentence.

Fred gave her a beautiful smile and wrapped her in an embrace, "I love you".

Her lips twitched and she leaned her head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth and intimacy. "I love you too".

She then pulled back and gave him one last kiss before saying good night.

"Night," he whispered back and watched with a daze as she walked up the stairs.

Nova still had the red hue that had coated her cheeks during the kiss and as she entered her room, her parents were quick to spot it.

"Took you long enough to just get some water, eh?" Sirius teased and lifted his eyebrows while Remus smirked.

"Oh shut up," she grumbled and laughed despite herself as she finally settled on the bed.

"Of course," Remus smiled, one that wasn't sincere in any kind of way making her roll her eyes.

"Sleep now," Sirius said after toning down the teasing session and turning off the lights.

"Yeah," she answered, grabbing the blankets and closing her eyes.

"Love you, darling," said Remus.

"Tons and tons," completed Sirius.

"I love you 3000," she offered them a cheeky grin and wink before letting sleep take her.

The two men chuckled fondly at her antics, glad to have their little star once again. They looked at her adoringly before gazing at each other with the same amount of love.

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#remus lupin #harry potter ff #sirius black #wolfstar #andrew garfield #ben barnes #wolfstar daughter #wolfstar dads #wolfstar masterlist #wolfstar angst #wolfstar fic #wolfstar x daughter oc #wolfstar x daughter #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x oc #fred weasley fic #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley #fred weasley x wolfstar!daughter

[woovia]

my lover, my sweet ginger boy. oh, freddie, if only you knew how much i love you 🧡

#harry potter #fred weasley #fred weasley ff #hp fandom #weasley #weasley twins

[moonstruck-poet]

Golden Trio Era Masterlist

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

#harry potter #golden trio era #golden trio ff #fred weasley #george weasley #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader

[jellycreamjammedart]

Tbh ALL the fnaf sb endings feel incredibly lackluster and underwhelming like legit all of them so far at least.

Like you just reach and endgame then it abruptly ends with credits and nothing else (aside from a single roxy line in one of them) then it just rushes to the title again

Compared to how the main game endings and post-credits were presented, ruins endings feel so rushed and lacking, like they focused so much on almost every other aspect of the dlc and barely gave anything to the endings.

Twists aside, reaching any of those feels like walking out of a playthrough empty-handed. Was single drawn static images in the post-credits too much to do? That wouldve still been something

#dont take me wrong im loving the dlc and all the work that went into it #but the way the endings are presented and executed feel so lacking compared to the rest of the dlc #also personal opinion but im disappointed at the sheer lack of glam freds presence and that headless body dont cut it for me #he doesnt even appear in the dlcs creditd ffs #and like why does vanessa sppear at that one ending but not him?? it feels do wrong after the similar endings in the main game #fnaf sb ruin spoilers #jellycream speaks

[keto-keyes]

Soft Boy - Weasley Twins imagine

Summary: Being the Slytherin best friend of the infamous Weasley twins is stressful, especially when no-one else in their family likes you.

Warnings: A bit of angst, Hermione being a little gossiper

*Use of y/n*

*reader is gender neutral*

To y/n, the Weasleys felt like home. Of course they did, they'd been going there for the holidays since first year. Except now there were more kids in the house, kids who didn't like Slytherins.

That's right, y/n was a Slytherin, and an outcast. They had almost no friends beside Fred, George and Lee Jordan. And now that the 'Chosen One' had joined them at the Burrow for the holidays, the sanctuary they'd felt disappeared almost instantly.

Ron knew them, and Ginny did too, but to Harry and Hermione, it was a shock to meet a Slytherin upon their arrival at the Burrow. Those two were like the extra son and daughter Molly Weasley never needed but welcomed with open arms and warm smiles.

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"Harry, Hermione, this is y/n," Ron said with a half-hearted shrug in y/n's direction, "they're a friend of Fred and George."

"It's nice to meet you."

Y/n offered a hand in greeting, but neither took it, so it eventually dropped to their side. Hermione stared. Harry tried to say something, but failed. And Fred had to disperse the tension with a casual wave and squeezy side hug in Harry's direction.

"Are you a Slytherin?" blurted Hermione suddenly, "I mean, Ron told me on the way here, but I didn't quite believe it until now."

"Mione-" Ron tried to intervene before it got more awkward than it already was.

"I..." Fred looked at y/n out of the corner of his eye, watching their face crumple slightly from the sudden confrontation.

"Cos I heard there was one Slytherin who was different to all the rest, but I wasn't sure who it was. Who're your parents?" Hermione pressed.

"My mum's a muggle, and my dad works for Twilfitt and Tattings," they murmured softly, "They don't get along well. I... don't live with either of them."

"Oh, well, I heard there was a Slytherin close to some of us who was telling Voldemort where we were," Hermione sniffed, not noticing y/n's shocked look, "And I guess not having supportive parents is reason enough to find your own. So, what are you going to tell him now? Apologise for being found out already, I suppose. And then what? Try and kill us?"

It was at that moment that George appeared in the room as if by magic, apparently tuned in to his best friend's emotions and stress levels. He practically scooped y/n off their feet and flew them up to his and Fred's room, plopping them unceremoniously on his bed with a huff.

They could hear Hermione's outraged snapping mixed with Ron's doomed attempt to get her to say sorry slowly dying as Fred also entered and placed a silencing charm on the walls.

"You ok?" he asked, crouching to their level.

y/n shook their head slowly, eyes down, but didn't say anything.

"I didn't... I would never..." they muttered slowly.

"We know. Hermione just doesn't trust you yet. She's probably not used to being in the presence of THE COOLEST person ever," George said, placing a hand on their shoulder.

They nodded and chuckled softly. Then they looked up and the twins could see the tears brimming in their eyes like glitter rain.

"I should probably get some water," they sighed.

George reached up and wiped their eyes before holding out a hand so they could stand up. He walked them down the stairs, past Hermione and her judgemental glares, and into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

"Oh look, they needs a little escort to feel good about themselves," Hermione sneered.

"Nahhh I'm just keeping them from casting the killing curse or something," George said with a devilish smile.

"Ooooh look out Granger~" y/n giggled, finally feeling better after some water, "I might just cast the new hex Ginny taught me. You know, the Bat Bogey Hex!"

The two friends snickered, alerting Fred to their mischief-making. He rushed into the kitchen to see Hermione's ghost-pale face and burst into open-mouthed laughter that seemed to fill the space.

"I don't know what you said, but good job," he wheezed between chortles, "She looks like a dementor sucked out her soul!"

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I'm looking for a window to another world, where I don't feel as lost and bored I just don't wanna be a soft boy anymore, I wanna be yours.

#fred weasley #george weasley #weasley twins #harry potter #harry potter ff

[dracowars]

hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on fred weasley x slytherin reader where they're secretly dating. one day she accidentally shows up to class wearing his gryffindor tie instead of her slytherin one, following their night spent together and suddenly the secret's out

thank <33

switching houses | fred weasley

pairing: fred x slytherin!reader

word count: 0,9k

summary: where y/n and fred accidentally swap their ties

a/n: this is soooo dracotok (or harrypottertok) coded, i love it and i may have actually landed back on dracotok lol

warnings: none

universe: harry potter

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for being late, Professor. It will never happen again. I was stopped on the way and-", you burst into the middle of Snape's class, your bag almost falling off your shoulder while the books you are holding in front of your chest almost fall to the floor after entering the room with such momentum, your tie hanging loosely around your neck since you were just tying it. At this moment, all eyes are on you, but you can't even fully excuse your mistake when Professor Snape immediately interrupts you, his gaze unrelenting.

"Ms. Y/L/N, I'm glad you still managed to grace us with your presence today. However, I wish that you didn't interrupt my lesson so disrespectfully", Professor Snape reprimands you and looks down on you, arms crossed in front of his body. "Sit down."

Immediately doing as he says, you almost trip over your own feet on the way to your empty seat and sink into your chair next to Angelina Johnson as quietly as possible. The looks that have followed you this far still remain on you and Snape also seems to have something more to add, given the expression on his face. Waiting for him to deduct double-digit points from Slytherin, you do not move and stubbornly stare back at him.

"Besides, I didn't know you switched houses", Snape remarks, an eyebrow raised as his, and everyone else's, gaze slowly moves down to your neck. Frantically, you look down at yourself and are shocked to find that the tie around your neck does not match your usual house colors - silver and green. The tie you are wearing today is a Gryffindor one, and that can only mean..

"Sir-"

"As I already told Mr. Weasley", Snape spits out his name, gaze quickly shifting to Fred, who is sitting right behind you, making you feel even smaller. "I would much prefer you in your actual house colors", he continues, embarrassing not only you but also Fred in front of the entire class. Whispers erupt around you. Mortified, you loosen Fred's tie and feel the heat rise to your cheeks, thinking back to how you even ended up accidentally swapping your ties in the first place.

Last night you sneaked into his room illegally, staying there until the early hours of the morning before making your way back to your common room, and nobody was supposed to ever know anything about you or what was going on between the two of you. Well, at least that was the plan until today but the situation right now no longer leaves any room for speculation.

Clearing your throat quietly and trying to hide your heated cheeks, you turn to your boyfriend, who, unlike you, seems to find the situation quite amusing and holds out your tie to you with a playful grin on his lips. Hesitantly, you snatch it out of his hand while he pulls his out of yours, not breaking eye contact.

"Uh uh uh, you got it, Weasley!", comes a voice from the back corner, presumably one of Fred's friends who clearly enjoys the situation way too much as well. You shyly turn to face the front again after receiving a playful wink from your boyfriend, avoiding Professor Snape's blank stare as you wrap your own tie around your neck.

"Now that we have sorted that out, I don't want to hear any more about it. Turn to page 394", Snape instructs and thunderous rustling follows. You absently open your own book, but the words on the pages make no sense to you, your head is overflowing with thoughts about what will happen next, especially concerning your relationship with Fred.

As Snape writes something on the board using magic, your attention is caught when a small dragon made of paper lands on your book in front of you. Looking around carefully and making sure Snape is not looking at you, you open the message inside. Written on it in scraggly writing, that you can immediately identify as Fred's, is:

Don't worry about it too much, love. I can't wait to kiss you in front of everyone later ;)

Your cheeks immediately turn a deep shade of red again, but your heart also beats faster because Fred knows you so well that he immediately knew what was happening in your mind. And suddenly it does not feel too bad anymore that your secret is out. You no longer have to hide, even if you are still a bit worried about other people's reactions. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin? That is indeed a pretty unusual couple.

With your heart racing, you clutch the piece of paper to your chest and turn to your boyfriend, who seems to have been looking at you the whole time already. The smile on Fred's lips transfers to yours and when he stretches his hand across his table, you do not even hesitate for a second and place your hand in his.

"Mr. Weasley, Ms. Y/L/N!", Snape's voice suddenly destroys your moment and you sit up straight again, facing forward. "All right, which of your houses should I deduct points from now?"

And even though all the other students comment the final point deduction from both houses with displeasure, you can no longer suppress the smile on your lips. Finally, you and Fred can be together without having to hide and this is just the beginning of your story.

#fred weasley #fred weasley os #fred weasley fic #fred weasley one shot #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley ff #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley one shots #fred weasley x female reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you #fred weasley fluff #fred fluff #fred x y/n #fred x female reader #fred one shot #fred os #fred one shots #fred imagine #fred imagines #fred fic #fred fanfic #fred ff #fred fanfiction #hp imagine #harry potter os #harry potter one shots #hp one shots

[l-lenny]

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dumb Krum … I love you too!

Viktor Krum x Malfoy! Fem! Reader & Fred Weasley x Malfoy! Fem! Reader

Summary: Attending Durmstrang might be the best thing that ever happened to you. You are doing amazing academically, you have friends and even first crush. That is until you went with him to Hogwarts for the Triwizard tournament when things got more complicated.

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

PART 5

PART 6

PART 7 REUPLOAD (longer version)

PART 8

TBA~

PART 9

PART 10 FINALE

#masterlist #fanfic #harry #harry potter ff #fred weasley #fred x y/n #fred weasley x you #harry potter #harry potter au #viktor #viktor krum x reader #x reader #x you #fluff #angst #fanfiction #hp fanfic #hp fandom #series #series masterlist #goblet of fire #triwizard cup #triwizard tournament #triwizard champions

[embodyingchaos]

❥ evermore | chapter four

pairing: george weasley x oc genre: friends to lovers! warnings: unedited word count: 3.5k masterlist: evermore last chapter: chapter three next chapter: —

NO SURPRISE, HARRY obviously succeeded in catching neville’s remembrall.

“good job, potter!” lovelynn exclaimed, beaming at him as everyone crowded around the boy who lived. malfoy watched with a big scowl decorating his face but it changed to a smug grin when he saw professor mcgonagall approaching the group.

“harry potter?” mcgonagall called out, “professor, it wasn’t his fault-” “that’s enough, ms. heath.” she cut lovelynn off as the girl tried to defend harry. “follow me.” mcgonagall gestured to harry who was holding back a sigh. before leaving he handed the remembrall over to lovelynn. “hand this over to neville, will you?” she smiled, “no problem. consider it done.” he returned her smile, reluctantly walking towards the transfigurations professor.

genesis frowned, “d’you think he’ll get into trouble?” she asked ron who wore the same expression as her. “i don’t know, but mcgonagall calling for him doesn’t really give us much hope.” he huffed, leaning onto his broomstick.

when madam hooch came back they resumed the lesson and afterwards, lovelynn left made her way to the hospital wing. “don’t wait up for me!” she told her sister as she waved her goodbye. genesis clutched her books tightly to her chest, she guessed she could just stick with ron and wait for harry to come back and tell them how he’s expelled.

“a seeker?!” boy, expelled was the farthest thing from it.

“but first years never make the house team!” ron exclaimed as they walked through the crowded halls, “you must be the youngest seeker in-” “a century! according to mcgonagall.” genesis gave harry a look when he cut her off but he only sheepishly smiled, clearly just as excited as they were.

“hey! well done, harry! wood’s just told us.” a sudden voice beside them says, genesis looked in the direction of the noise and saw one of the weasley twins. “fred and george are on the team too. beaters.” ron informed, and the twins beam. “our job is to make sure you don’t get bloodied up too bad. can’t make any promises, of course, rough game quidditch.” george explained, glancing over at genesis who was struggling keeping up with them, having to take twice the steps they took.

“brutal! but no one’s died in years. someone will vanish occasionally-” “but they’ll turn up in a month or two!” the twins snickered to themselves as they saw harry looking a little pale. “can you two stop it? you’re scaring him for no reason.” genesis scolded but they only started snickering harder.

“anyways, we’re sure to win the quidditch cup this year.” fred mentioned, “we haven’t won since charlie left, but this year’s team is going to be brilliant. you must be good, harry. wood was almost skipping when he told us.” george beamed, looking extremely motivated. 

“anyways, we’ve got to go. lee jordan reckons he’s found a new secret passageway out of the school.”

“bet it’s the one behind the statue of gregory the smarmy that we found in our first week.”

“isn’t that sort of breaking the rules?” george smiled at genesis, “well, it’s sort of breaking the rules if someone finds out about it.” he said lowly, leaning over to her before winking. “see you.” the twins said in unison as they walked off, leaving the three first years. 

they walked to the courtyard. “don’t listen to them, harry. about all that people dying stuff.” the girl said, patting him on the shoulder. “yeah, quidditch is great! best game there is, you’ll be great too.” ron added, trying to reassure him. 

“but i’ve never even played quidditch, what if i make a fool out of myself?”

“you won’t make a fool of yourself.” they whipped their heads to the new voice beside them and only one of them were happy to see it was hermione.

“it’s in your blood.” with the newfound information, the four of them headed to another corridor that had a trophy case decorating it. in that trophy case there was an award with the name ‘james potter’ and ‘seeker’ below it.

ron stared in awe, “woah. harry, you never told me your father was a seeker too!” genesis shook her head at his words, ‘how would he know?’ she thought, ‘he’s lived with muggles his entire life.’ genesis was holding back a facepalm. “i… didn’t know.” harry softly muttered, staring at the award longingly.

“you didn’t know what?” they all jumped at the loud noise but lovelynn only grinned. “sorry, did i scare you?” she asked, obviously knowing the answer for herself.

“that harry’s father was a seeker and now he’s being asked to be a seeker for gryffindor house as well.” at genesis’ explanation, lovelynn’s mouth falls open so wide that a bird could fly into it. “what?! a seek-” she got cut off with shushes from all of them, “people aren’t supposed to know. don’t tell anyone, lovelynn.” genesis nagged, “but this is so exciting! well done, potter! malfoy’s going to be real pissed when he finds out.” the older twin cheered as quietly as she could, slapping harry hard on the back as a congrats.

the heath twins departed from the trio as they decided to head to the great hall.

“so, how was neville doing? his wrist alright?”

“oh, he was doing great. madam pomfrey seemed a bit annoyed to see him again so soon.” they discussed as they walked past a group of hufflepuffs. “seemed a bit red, though. when i handed him his remembrall, he started stammering all over the place.” she said with a weirded out expression, but genesis only smiled.

before they knew it, halloween rolled around.

“charms is sooo boring.”

“you said that about like, four other subjects.” genesis said, listening to her sister’s consistent complaints as they walked towards their charms class.

“yeah.” lovelynn simply answered, not having much to argue about.

when the class started, professor flitwick had informed them they would finally be making things float. “finally, something interesting.” genesis pinched lovelynn, when she heard her complaining once more, who yelped quietly in pain. again, the twins were paired up together for practice.

“now, don’t forget that nice wrist movement we’ve been practising; swish and flick! ooh! and enunciate, wingardium leviosa. off you go then.”

lovelynn grabbed her wand and cleared her throat, “wingardium leviosa!” she exclaimed, swishing and flicking her wand but the feather didn’t budge. “nevermind. this is still boring.” lovelynn bluntly said, giving up almost immediately.

“hey, no. try again. you can’t give up that easy.”

“yes, i can. i just did.” genesis sighed in exasperation, trying to do the spell as well.

suddenly, they saw a feather floating up to the ceiling from hermione and ron’s table. “oh, ho, ho! well done! see here, everyone, ms. granger’s done it! splendid!” professor flitwick cheerfully announced, but ron looked extremely annoyed.

not even a minute later, an explosion was heard and you can guess where that came from.

“he can’t go two minutes without blowing something up, can he?” lovelynn asked as she walked alongside her sister and out of the classroom.

“maybe it’s just rotten luck.” 

“hah, more like a rotten curse- hey!” hermione pushed past the two of them with her head down. genesis swore she heard her sniffling. lovelynn stared at the bushy-haired girl weirdly, “what’s up with her?” she asked, “i don’t know, but maybe we should go after her.” genesis suggested and lovelynn groaned, “you can go. i’m heading back to the common room and taking a nap before the halloween feast tonight.” the younger twin shook her head but agreed anyway, quickly running after hermione.

genesis had tried to follow hermione but she had lost her at some point. she looked for her all afternoon and until night came. she would be missing the halloween feast but at this point, she was more worried about hermione’s whereabouts. when she entered the girl’s lavatory, the sounds of hermione crying echoed throughout the room. 

genesis walked towards the stall she was in, “h-hermione? i’ve been looking for you all afternoon. are you alright?” she asked but received no response. 

“please come out. you can talk to me.” 

“go away. why would you want to listen to whatever i have to say?”

genesis furrowed her eyebrows and her lips morphed into a deeper frown. “well, we’re friends, aren’t we?” she hesitantly asked, unsure if she should because if she had mistaken hermione as her friend, well, that would be one more embarrassing thing to add to her list of goof-ups.

hermione went silent for a bit, only the sounds of her sniffling were heard.

“after charms, i heard ron call me a nightmare and say that was the reason i had no friends.” her words make genesis’ mouth fall ajar, “that little-” she muttered quietly before cutting herself off, “don’t listen to ron. he’s an idiot, hermione. you aren’t a nightmare.” genesis told her through the door, leaning on it. the girl didn’t say anything back, probably unconvinced.

“you do have friends, hermione. i’m your friend, and so is neville. maybe not many, but i’ll be here for you whenever you need, you can count on me.” genesis waited but there was still no reply, but there was the sound of the door unlocking.

hermione came out of the stall with tear-stained cheeks and red eyes, wiping them with her hands. genesis smiled at her and embraced her in a hug, leaving hermione to muster up a smile herself.

“thanks.” she said when they pulled away, “no problem.” genesis replied, patting her on the back.

meanwhile, the feast was going swell. a variety of treats were lined along the tables, and everyone was bursting with joy.

harry looked beside him and noticed someone missing. “where’s hermione?” he asked them and neville turned to him. “parvati patil said she’s been in the girl’s bathroom all afternoon, crying.” he explained with a frown, harry shared a look with ron who only shrugged.

george looked around and furrowed his eyebrows.

“genesis is missing as well?”

“oh, she went to go find hermione after charms class because she noticed her crying. i’m guessing she’s with hermione in the lavatory right now. don’t know why they’ve been in there all afternoon, though.” lovelynn explained as she took a bite out of her pumpkin pie. ron looked especially guilty now.

suddenly, professor quirrel entered the hall in a panic, screaming about a troll in the dungeon.

chaos reigned and everyone was screaming and standing up to start running. with a few sparks flying out of dumbledore’s wand, the great hall went silent.

“prefects will lead their house back to their dormitories and teachers will follow me to the dungeons.” lovelynn couldn’t follow these directions! her sister was in the girl’s toilet and had no idea about the supposed troll in the dungeon. when the gryffindors made their way through a door, she grabbed harry and ron by the collars and pulled them aside.

“wha-”

“hermione and genesis have no idea about the troll! we can’t just leave them.” she told them and harry nodded while ron looked pale, terrified of what would happen if they came face-to-face with a troll.

the three of them rushed to the other side of the corridor that led to the girl’s bathroom but on the way, something caused them to stop.

“i think the troll’s left the dungeon…” ron muttered as they watched a humongous shadow move on the wall of the hallway. harry pulled both of them to the side to hide behind a wall, trying to peer at it. they watched the troll sluggishly walk straight towards-

“the girl’s bathroom!” lovelynn exclaimed, “it’s heading straight for the girl’s bathroom!” she took out her wand and slipped past harry and ron despite their constant whisper-shoutings of ‘no’. she chased after the beast with the two boys trailing behind her, all of them light as a cat so as to not make any sound and attract the troll.

in the girl’s lavatory, hermione was just washing her face as genesis leaned against a stoney wall.

“do you think we missed the feast?” she asked her, fantasising about anything coated in chocolate. hermione laughed as she grabbed a tissue, “i’m sure the feast’s still going on, we won’t miss it.” she reassured but froze when she turned to genesis’ direction.

genesis stared at her with a raised eyebrow, “what is it?” hermione slowly lifted her hand to point behind her. the girl turned around only to get shocked by a twelve foot tall troll. the two of them backed away slowly before hermione darted into one of the bathroom stalls and genesis opted for laying on the ground as the troll swung its club.

“what do we do?!” genesis asked her as she tried her best to run to the other side, “i don’t know!” hermione yelled back before screaming as the troll destroyed all the stalls with one swing.

genesis tried to think as she pulled out her wand but then the bathroom door swung open and harry, ron and lovelyn appeared.

“hermione, move!” harry told her and she started army-crawling her way underneath the half-broken walls of the stalls. lovelynn ducked as she ran past the troll and towards her twin sister. “are you alright?” she asked, “yeah, you guys are here just in time! did you call a teacher?” when a sheepish smile spread across lovelynn’s face, genesis knew the answer to her question.

“one job!” she screamed at her as the boys started throwing broken wooden planks at the troll’s head. hermione suddenly ran towards them and yanked them underneath the row of sinks.

“why are we hiding here?!” genesis continued to shriek, “i don’t know! i’m panicking!” hermione cried out before screaming and pushing them to the next sink when the troll tried to hit them with its club again.

“help!” hermione yelled at the two boys who were entirely clueless on what to do. harry pulled out his wand and charged towards it, grabbing the end of its weapon before ultimately getting swung onto the troll’s neck. in the middle of its confusion and swinging around to get harry off of its neck, lovelynn grabbed both hermione and genesis and made a run for it.

they reached ron but now harry was upside down, being held by the leg and was desperately trying to avoid getting destroyed by the club.

“do something!” harry yelled, ron looked around him. 

“what?!”

“anything!”

ron pulled out his wand, thinking about the levitation charm they practised earlier today. “swish and flick!” hermione reminded him for the last time and he nodded, looking determined.

“wingardium leviosa!” at his words, the troll’s club hovered above them, confusing the beast as it looked at its now empty hand. when it looked up, ron released his spell and the club fell on its head causing him to fall, completely knocked out.

genesis and hermione sighed in relief while lovelynn punched the air, “let’s go, weasley!” she yelled, shaking him back and forth.

hermione walked towards it slowly with caution, “is it… dead?” she asked, tilting her head.

“i don’t think so. just knocked out.” harry told her before kneeling down to retrieve his wand that got stuck in the troll’s nose while he was hanging on its neck. the five of them stare at it with disgust.

“ugh, troll bogies.” harry grimaced, looking at the slime-covered wand.

the sudden sound of rushing footsteps filled their ears and soon enough, professor mcgonagall, professor snape and professor quirrel arrived.

“oh! oh my goodness!” mcgonagall exclaimed, placing a hand on her heart. “explain yourselves! all of you!” she referred to harry, ron and lovelynn mostly. as the three of them tried their best to come up with an explanation, hermione cut them off.

“it’s my fault, professor mcgonagall.” she said, making all of them snap their heads at her.

“what are you doing?” genesis whispered to her but she didn’t say anything in reply.

“i went looking for the troll. i’ve read about them and thought i could handle it.” the other four shared bizarre looks with one another. the hermione granger? lying to a teacher? who disrupted the timeline?

“but i was wrong. if harry, ron, lovelynn and genesis hadn’t found me…” genesis furrowed her eyebrows, “i’d probably be dead.” she really didn’t think she had to lie for genesis as well since she was with her the entire time but hermione seemed extremely adamant on this. 

“be that as it may, it was an extremely foolish thing to do. i would have expected more rational behaviour on your part and i am very disappointed in you ms. granger.” mcgonagall said, “five points will be taken from gryffindor for your serious lack of judgement.” hermione only stared at the ground in shame, most probably for lying. the professor then turned to the other four, “as for you four, well, i hope you just realise how fortunate you are. not many first year students can take on a fully grown mountain troll and live to tell the tale.” ron and lovelynn smiled at each other, pretty happy about where this was going. “five points…” their smiles faded, “will be awarded to each of you.” but then came back again, beaming.

“for sheer dumb luck.” professor mcgonagall added before walking away with snape trailing after her. professor quirrel urged them all to leave before the troll awoken.

as they all walked down the corridor, lovelynn stretched. “ah, that was fun.” her words cause the red-head of the group to give her an incredulous look. 

“‘fun’?! that was the farthest thing from fun!” he yelled, absolutely red in the face.

“but you got to defeat that mountain troll!” 

“barely!”

“hey, lets just be grateful none of us got seriously injured.” genesis scolded, still carrying her books from the morning.

they all went silent for a while until harry spoke up. “good of you to get us out of trouble like that.”

“mind you we did save her life.”

“mind you she might not have needed saving if you hadn’t insulted her.” harry’s comeback has ron feeling a little bit guilty before turning to hermione.

“what are friends for?” he said, receiving a grin from the bushy-haired girl and a scowl from the girl next to her.

“genesis, let it go.” hermione told her when she saw her face, genesis only sighed. “as long as you’re okay, i’ll let it go.” lovelynn suddenly squealed, “aww, my wittle essy is making fwiends!” she said in a baby-like voice as she squished her sister’s cheeks together. genesis shoved her off in annoyance, rubbing her face. “shut it.” she hissed making everyone giggle.

when they reached the common room, it was extremely packed. everyone was continuing their dinners from the feast before. from the corner of his eye, george spotted the group but he really only cared about one of them.

“hey, i was wondering where you were when you didn’t turn up for the feast.” he said as he came up to genesis, a pink hue colouring his cheeks. genesis eyes went wide for a moment, “you noticed i wasn’t there?” she asked, “well, yeah. it was all you talked about for the last week.” he said with a laughing scoff at the end, smiling from ear to ear. she felt her face grow hot from the sudden undivided attention from him.

the other four stared at the two, three looking amused and one looking rather annoyed.

“i’m his brother, why didn’t he notice i was missing from the common room just now?” he whispered to them, “maybe because his mind was a little preoccupied with someone else.” lovelynn retorted, smiling smugly.

they all continued their dinners respectively. harry, ron and hermione sat together in a corner in silent peace. lovelynn and genesis had decided to join george, fred and lee jordan.

“a mountain troll! imagine! you guys’ little brother defeated a mountain troll.” lee exclaimed after lovelynn had told him the entire story. genesis was a bit disapproving of her telling but it was bound to spread somehow, someway. 

“we always knew he had it in him!” 

“it may have had something to do with when fred turned his teddy into a spider when he was three.” genesis stared at fred incredulously, “that’s awfully mean.” she frowned as she took a bite out of her garlic bread. “hey, he broke my toy broomstick first.” “he was only three!” she countered, slightly choking on her bread.

fred rolled his eyes, “what’s your point?” he asked as lovelynn let out a giggle, “she’s just empathetic when it comes to children. when our little brother started crying after i hit him even though he hit me first, she immediately coddled him.” the three of them stared at her weirdly, “isn’t your brother a year younger than the two of you?” “yep.” she nonchalantly answered, “it happened when he was seven and we were eight.” she explained and genesis rolled her eyes.

“oh, please. he hits so soft, and you hit him back with a full punch!”

“it was still a hit!”

“you were being dramatic!” they argued once more, something they did frequently in private and public.

lee laughed, “you know, you two are nothing like fred and george. i honestly expected all twins to be constantly attached to the hip.” he stated, taking a sip out of his goblet.

“well, we are. mostly she’s attached to mine, but we just argue a lot i guess. might be because of how different we are.”

“definitely because of how different we are.” genesis commented, snorting. lovelynn tsked before throwing a pea at her. 

“don’t waste food!” 

“oh, i didn’t know mum was here now!”

“excuse me?!”

and the arguing continued into the wee hours of the night, even when everyone went to bed, because how could they not?

#evermore #evermore masterlist #george weasley #george weasley x oc #george weasley ff #george weasley fanfic #harry potter #harry potter oc #gryffindor oc #year one #friends to lovers #golden trio #harry potter masterlist #weasley twins #genesis heath #lovelynn heath #ron weasley #hermione granger #fred weasley #golden trio x oc #george weasley fanfiction

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okay so after a few rewatches,,,, i’m still pretty confused by the ‘ch-ch’ arm thing wayne and marie-fred do in s6. like idk i’m just silly or if it’s even supposed to mean Anything but yea

#letterkenny #shoresy #girl help #I WAS SO FAKKING STONED I PUT ANGIE INSTEAD OF MARIE FRED FFS😭😭😭

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Lifeless Eyes pt. 2

Pairing - Wolfstar x daughter!OC, Fred Weasley x OC!

Summary - Nova Lupin-Black comes home for the Easter holidays and her parents are in for a shock.

Warnings - crying, breakdown, mental exhaustion.

There's going to be another part of this, it'll be out soon as well!

Link for pt. 1 here

Link for pt.3 here

Remus Lupin tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the Hogwarts Express to arrive. He had been standing there along with Molly and Arthur, excited to see his daughter after months.

A smile grew on his face as he heard the familiar sound and the train finally stopped and hoards of students scurried out immediately.

His eyes wandered around swiftly as he searched for someone with sandy-brown curls similar to his own, and two tall red-heads who accompanied his daughter.

The smile faded slightly at not seeing Nova even after more than half of the students were already out. She was always the one to exit the train faster.

"There they are!" Molly said with a broad grin and he turned to see Fred and George walking toward them.

Remus looked around excitedly after spotting the twins, knowing she would be somewhere near the two.

But he couldn't see her anywhere even with his great eyesight. He frowned and looked quizzically at Fred, motioning with his hand on the whereabouts of Nova but the boy just shot him a sad look and pointed towards the train.

His frown deepened at the vague and strange reply but it was quickly replaced with a bright grin at seeing a familiar figure finally walk out.

She had the hood of her black hoodie on and when she pulled it down, Remus' heart sank and he felt it being shattered into pieces.

He couldn't believe she was his daughter. His Nova. It can't be.

His smile fell as quickly as it had come and in its place was a shocked, agonizing expression.

The first thing he noticed was her face, it had lost all of its colour and was sickly pale compared to her healthy tanned one from before.

Her grey eyes, instead of having the mischievous glint like her Da were now cold and sunken. Terrible circles underlined them, suggesting a lack of proper sleep and rest.

Remus' heart was breaking more and more as he started picking up every change that had taken place.

Her shoulders were hunched over a little, as though burdened by the weight of the entire world. He immediately thought it to be due to studies and something else he couldn't quite understand yet.

The only thing similar was the all-black clothes she wore, but even they seemed so sullen and down.

His lips were pressed together as he saw Harry walking next to her, the boy being in a bad state too. He watched Nova lifting her head to scan the crowd in search of him, but he couldn't even raise his hand to indicate his position.

He was too shocked at seeing the figure of those two.

Looking up, she finally spotted him and they made eye contact. He felt his heart lighten at seeing a smile spread across her weary face.

He let out an involuntary smile too as she ran towards him as fast as she could while keeping a hold on her luggage as well.

"Pa," she grinned once she was near enough and his lips stretched wide. Him not failing to notice the slight lifeless tone in her voice.

Nova wasted no time in jumping on him, making him stagger a little as he laughed. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, as though afraid that he'll disappear and she would have to go back again. Her face was pressed into his shoulder, taking in every bit of comfort provided by his form and breathing in relief at the familiar solace.

The soft material of his fuzzy sweater brushed against her cheek and she abruptly felt her throat tighten. She swallowed to get rid of the burning sensation that was getting more intense with every passing second.

"It's okay," Remus whispered as he rubbed her back. "It's alright".

Despite not knowing the reason for her shaken-up state, he somehow managed to calm her down. He told her it was okay and she believed him just like that.

"I missed you so much!" She exclaimed in a much more lively voice.

"I missed you too," he said and took the trolley from her hand before the two joined the Weasleys.

"She's looking better already," Fred muttered to his brother who nodded brightly. "Ready to go home, love?" He asked her.

A grin was seen on Nova's face, it wasn't matching her usual one, but it was at least some start. "Definitely".

So everyone took hold of each other and together, they all disapparated to appear on the doorstep of Grimmauld Place.

"Yeah just push me around like a bloody toy why don't you?" Ron scowled at George who was purposefully hitting his little brother.

"Shush it, Ronniekins," Ginny smirked, pointing at Molly who made a silencing motion with her fingers.

The door opened and in stepped everyone, their banter dying out as the air was drowned in silence.

"Where's Da?" Nova asked her father as she searched around the hallway and in the rooms hurriedly.

Remus chuckled softly at her eagerness, "He's in the kitchen. Hopefully, the room will be as it previously was and not broken or burned down".

"Wonderful faith you have in your husband don't you, Remus Lupin?" Sirius Black's voice called out and there he was, leaning against the doorway with his classic smirk.

"Da," Nova sighed at seeing him and rushed over towards him.

Remus' smile fell as he watched Sirius' eyes scan their daughter. He saw the shocked and troubled look in Sirius' eyes as he took in her disturbed and frazzled image.

Sirius was so lost in his thoughts, aghast about the apparent change in his daughter that he didn't even notice her hugging him. He quickly wrapped his arms around her after registering her doing the same and held her right, while also sharing a worried look with Remus over her head.

"Missed you, Dad," Nova whispered and did not attempt to pull away. While Remus gave her a sense of comfort and serenity, being in her Da's arms made her feel secure and guarded by everything.

"Ditto, darling," Sirius found the words and responded, gently squeezing her before pulling away to take a closer look at his daughter's face.

His heart felt heavy and he managed to give her a huge smile to let her know how happy he was to have her back. And he was, he was glad that she was home but was also a little uneasy at seeing the grim differences.

She gave him another small smile before dragging her trunk and swiftly darting into her room. Not giving anyone else a second glance as she disappeared.

Sirius walked over to Remus, his expression filled with anguish. "What the hell happened?!"

"I don't know," Remus muttered back in a quiet voice. "Something is seriously going wrong".

Sirius was about to say something when he caught sight of Fred and beckoned the twin over.

"What's wrong with Nova?" Sirius questioned as he placed his hands on Fred's shoulder. There was some sort of desperation in his voice.

The young man looked down with a miserable face and sighed, "It's been like this for the last two or three weeks. We've all been trying to get her to talk, but she wouldn't even open her mouth. She's hollow, a shadow of herself, as good as a ghost".

"Is someone giving her trouble?" Remus asked with a slightly stern tone.

Fred hesitated, he had promised Nova that he would not tell her Dads about anything. But he couldn't leave them without any answer, he could see very well that they were broken themselves.

"I don't know exactly, there are many things and as I said, she refuses to speak about them. Sometimes she gets stressed because of her studies, or we thought so. But it's something else too, something she's not telling us".

Remus and Sirius shared a worried look, both of them thinking continuously about the possible reasons.

"I think you two are the only ones who can bring her back," George interrupted and stepped beside his brother. "Me, Fred, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Katie, Lee; everyone has tried".

"She smiled for the first time today, you know?" Fred whispered and the two older men felt even more saddened.

"Yeah," said George with a small chuckle. "Almost after a whole month".

"We'll talk to her," Sirius nodded frantically as though trying to reassure himself.

"But don't rush her," suggested Fred. "Take it at her pace. She will lash out at you or maybe even block you away".

"Don't worry, we'll handle it," Remus gave them a small smile and they left.

The couple was left in silence now. The grey-eyed man looked at his husband, taking notice of all the worry lines on his face. He walked over to Remus and wrapped his arms around the other's torso, burying his face in the comfy material of the sweater.

Remus released a deep breath and he too reciprocated the actions, holding the other tight. "We'll talk to her after dinner," he spoke quietly.

Sirius nodded but then looked up, his eyes filled with tears and shining silver.

If there was one thing that scared him the most, it was always regarding his daughter. He couldn't bear to watch his little star struggle like that.

"I'm worried, we're not gonna lose her are we?"

"Hey," Remus whispered and cupped his cheeks. "We're not losing her, love. She's just not in a right mindset. We'll talk to her, yeah? She's gonna be fine, completely fine. We'll have our Nova back in no time, okay?"

"Yeah," he smiled and leaned forward to gently kiss Remus slowly, passionately. As though they had all the time in the world.

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The two entered the kitchen and smiled at the chaos that was currently happening, their lips twitching at the house feeling lively once again.

Remus' eyes scanned the crowd and just as he was about to sit down, he noticed Nova was missing.

"I'll get her," Sirius voiced his thoughts and he nodded, though his forehead had a crease of concern.

Sirius silently walked up the stairs and knocked on Nova's door, hearing frantic shuffling from inside.

The door opened seconds later to reveal her standing there wearing an over-sized hoodie that belonged to Remus and he smiled softly.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah 'course," she said and stepped aside as he walked in and gave the room a brief scan, noticing it being strangely clean and organized.

Nova sat cross-legged on her bed and picked up a random book, pretending to read because she was no way interested in a conversation.

"They're all playing downstairs, don't feel like joining them?" He questioned gently, making sure he wasn't overstepping any boundaries.

"Nah," she shook her head. "Not in the mood. Just tired actually".

He nodded, fully knowing that every sentence she uttered was a lie.

"I missed you," he then continued. "Me and Rem, we missed you a lot this time. Couldn't wait for the holidays".

"I missed you too, Da. A lot," she murmured and Sirius knew this was completely genuine, filled with more feelings. "Wanted to be here with you and Pa as soon as possible".

He shifted closer and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, instantly noticing how her grip seemed much tighter, as though- as though she was afraid that he was going away.

He didn't say another word, being silent the entire time and Nova was thankful for that.

She then turned and wrapped both of her arms around his torso as best as she could while still sitting and buried her face in his shoulder.

He heard her let out a deep breath and he tightened his hold, rubbing her back as he kissed her head.

He then pulled away after a moment, much to her reluctance.

Sirius gently placed his hand on her cheeks to make sure she was looking at him, much like he had done when she was younger.

"Nov, what's the matter? What happened at school?" He asked as softly as he could muster.

He saw the way her silver eyes darkened and narrowed at the mention of Hogwarts, saw the way her eyebrows furrowed and how her jaw clenched.

"As usual, Da," she replied with a brave smile. "Just drama, gossips, pranks, laughter. The usual stuff".

"Like I'm going to believe that," he said with a slight scoff and the door opened as Remus stepped in.

Nova's heart took up its speed as she realised what they were doing, they were going to question her. She couldn't avoid them now.

Her face took on a panicked expression as she looked at Remus, but he just offered her a kind and gentle smile and sat to her left.

"Do you really think we haven't noticed it, darling?" Sirius asked with an understanding look.

"It's not just you, Star. We've seen the others as well," said Remus.

"No no," Nova shook her head and gave a small laugh. "Nothing's happening. Harry, Ron and Hermione are just stressed because of their O.W.L.s".

Sirius heaved a sigh and looked at Remus, communicating silently.

"Hey," Remus whispered and gathered her attention. He took her left hand in his, holding it as he normally would and Nova's insides burned as though her body was being set on fire.

She put her entire self-control in not whipping her hand back this instant and instead focused her mind somewhere else. But his fingers unknowingly brushed against the cut and despite it being covered by her sleeve, it stung like hell.

She bit her lip hard, holding the smooth flesh in between her razor-sharp teeth to contain the slightest reaction.

But she couldn't hold on anymore and without being suspicious, she slowly extracted her hand back from his grasp. "Let's go have dinner, I'm hungry".

"Don't do this," Sirius frowned deeply, not wanting to let this topic go.

"We just wanna help, love. You can talk to us you know that right?" Remus inquired and she nodded.

"I know that, Pa! The only thing, there's nothing to talk about".

"Nova," he said massaging his temple and sighing. Not angry, of course not. He would never be mad over this, just a little impatient.

"I DON'T WANNA TALK!" She yelled out, losing her cool at last.

Despite the door of the room being closed, they still heard the silence that fell downstairs. They had clearly heard the shout.

"DON'T YOU GET IT? I DON'T WANT TO TALK!"

"Hey now," Sirius said quickly and took hold of her arms. "No need to get all violent, Lion. It's okay, it's fine".

"I don't wanna talk," she now mumbled. The fire extinguished to form cold ashes. "Please," she whispered and her eyes glossed over.

"Alright no issue, not at all," Remus smiled at her. "It's okay, darling. You don't have to talk. But you gotta understand our side too, yeah? We're worried, we're bloody scared, Nov. You don't know the state of my heart when I saw you on the platform today".

"And your friends?" Sirius continued softly. "They're scared beyond belief. They think they're losing you, they think the Nova they know is gone, and she would never come back".

"I know that," Nova muttered and glared daggers at the floor, keeping her eyes from tearing up again. "But I'm okay, Da. I'm fine".

"Are you though?"

A simple sentence, a simple three word sentence and that was all it took for her throat to burn with a newfound intensity.

She swallowed deeply, a shaky breath followed soon and her heartbeat went out of control. The world around her started spinning and she felt her head going crazy with everything.

Conversations, comments, and thoughts echoed in her mind. Torturing and punishing her cruelly. Testing her it seemed, as to how far exactly were her limits. As to how much she can handle, before it was too much?

But this was it, this was too much now.

She couldn't handle it anymore and in a split second, hot tears streamed down her face as she gasped and inhaled, unable to control herself.

And before she knew it, a pair of arms were wrapped carefully around her vulnerable frame.

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Kosmischer Scherz

Frieda fliegt nach Neuseeland um Sprotte von ihrer Beziehung mit Fred zu erzählen. Hier ist Sprottes Reaktion...

Beinahe blieb ihr das Baguette im Halse stecken. Das konnte doch nur ein Scherz sein.

„Warte mal, wie war das? Du triffst dich mit wem?“, fragte Sprotte und nahm hastig einen Schluck von ihrer Kräuterlimonade, damit sie nicht an dem Baguette erstickte.

„Naja, mit… Fred“, wiederholte Frieda ein wenig zögerlicher als zuvor. Angespannt saß sie Sprotte gegenüber und stocherte wie nebenbei in ihrer Gemüsequiche herum.

„Unser Fred?“, fragte Sprotte argwöhnisch. Mein Fred, hatte sie fast gesagt. Aber ihr Fred war er schon seit einer Ewigkeit nicht mehr.

Ohne Sprotte dabei anzusehen nickte Frieda.

Verdutzt musterte Sprotte sie. Wie Frieda da saß in Sprottes Lieblingscafé in Neuseeland und sich nicht einmal traute ihr in die Augen zu sehen.

„Du nimmst mich doch auf den Arm, oder?“, fragte Sprotte leise.

Frieda schüttelte den Kopf. „Es ist einfach so passiert. Ich weiß auch nicht genau… ehrlich – ich – ich hab das doch nicht geplant, Sprotte. Tut mir wirklich leid.“

Da wusste Sprotte, dass es kein Scherz war. Obwohl es sich immer noch wie ein Scherz von kosmischem Ausmaß anfühlte. „Du meinst das wirklich ernst“, stellte sie fest.

Frieda kaute auf ihrer Unterlippe und schwieg.

Da fing Sprotte plötzlich an zu lachen. Weil das alles einfach zu absurd und komisch war.

Frieda seufzte. „Ich wollte es dir persönlich sagen.“

„Deshalb bist du hergekommen? Nach Neuseeland? Weil du mir persönlich sagen wolltest, dass du mit Fred zusammen bist?“ Der Spott triefte geradezu aus ihren Worten. Aber was kümmerte sie das?

„Du bist sauer“, bemerkte Frieda. „Ich wusste, dass du sauer sein würdest. Ich hab doch gesagt, es tut mir leid.“

„Wieso das denn? Du musst dich nicht bei mir entschuldigen“, entgegnete Sprotte immer noch lachend. „Wir sind doch schon ewig nicht mehr zusammen.“

„Trotzdem.“ Mit ihren großen braunen Augen sah Frieda sie an. „Ich wollte dich wirklich nicht verletzen. Und Fred auch nicht.“

„Wer sagt denn, dass ich verletzt bin? Es ist ja nicht so als hätte ich immer noch Gefühle für ihn“, gab sie zurück.

„Aber–“

„Ihr seid zwei erwachsene Menschen. Ihr könnt miteinander machen, was ihr wollt.“

„Ich weiß, es ist nur – ich will nicht, dass du denkst – ach, du weißt doch wie das ist, manchmal kann man einfach nichts machen… wenn es um Gefühle geht.“

„Klar“, stimmte Sprotte leise zu. „So was passiert halt. Egal wie sehr man sich dagegen wehrt.“

„Genau! So wie–“

„Bei Maik damals?“, vollendete Sprotte ihren Satz.

Frieda erstarrte. „Nein, ich wollte eigentlich was anderes – ach verdammt, ich weiß doch auch nicht!“ Betrübt vergrub sie ihr Gesicht in ihren Händen. Sprotte wusste auch nicht mehr. Sie wusste nur, dass sie plötzlich keine Lust mehr hatte hier mit Frieda in ihrem Lieblingscafé zu sitzen.

„Wow, ich mein… das ist doch irgendwie echt witzig“, sagte Sprotte. „Fast so witzig, als würde ich plötzlich mit Torte was anfangen. Oder mit deinem idiotischen Bruder.“ Sie verdrehte die Augen. „Ich frag mich sowieso warum du den mitgebracht hast.“

„Er wollte unbedingt die Drehorte von Herr der Ringe sehen“, murmelte Frieda achselzuckend.

„Hm. Das wollen alle…“

„Sprotte“, begann Frieda, wie als wollte sie noch einmal alles erklären. Darauf konnte Sprotte wirklich verzichten.

Zum Glück klingelte in diesem Moment ihr Handy.

Sie zog es aus ihrer Umhängetasche und blickte aufs Display. „Sorry, da muss ich rangehen. Bin gleich wieder da.“ In einem Film hätte das Timing nicht besser sein können. Ohne Friedas Antwort abzuwarten, entfernte sie sich rasch von ihrem Tisch um den Anruf entgegenzunehmen.

Es war eine Bekannte, die sich erkundigte, ob Sprotte eventuell für ihren Bruder Hochzeitsfotos machen könnte. Ausgerechnet Hochzeitsfotos. Dabei machte Sprotte aus Prinzip ausschließlich Naturaufnahmen. Scheinbar war es ein Notfall, da der ursprüngliche Fotograf kurzfristig ausgefallen war. Sobald sie sich um die Angelegenheit gekümmert hatte, kehrte sie zu Frieda zurück.

„Alles okay?“, fragte Frieda besorgt.

„Ja, klar. War nur was berufliches“, winkte Sprotte ab. „Du, ich wollte dir ja noch die Stadt zeigen… aber gerade ist blöderweise was dazwischengekommen. Und ich muss wahrscheinlich den ganzen Tag fotografieren… Meinst du wir könnten das auf morgen verschieben? Du bist ja noch ein paar Tage da.“

„Ach so ja. Kein Problem. Ich bin sowieso noch ein bisschen fertig nach dem Flug“, entgegnete Frieda. „Vielleicht schau ich mir nachher mit Titus ein bisschen die Landschaft an.“

„Ist gut. Mach das. Wir sehen uns dann nachher!“ Sprotte kramte ein paar Scheine aus ihrem Geldbeutel und klemmte sie unter ihren Teller. „Frühstück geht auf mich.“

„Danke dir. Bis später!“ Wie immer war Friedas Lächeln warm und hoffnungsvoll.

Aber anders als sonst erreichte Sprotte die Wärme nicht. Nur der quälende Gedanke erfüllte sie, ob es womöglich dieses Lächeln war, das Fred so von Frieda bezaubert hatte.

…

Ein seltsames Schauspiel erwartete Sprotte, als sie bei der Location für die Hochzeit ankam. Es war nämlich so, dass die Hochzeitsfeier in dem kleinen Hobbitdorf stattfinden sollte, dass als Touristenattraktion jede Menge Filmfans aus der ganzen Welt anlockte. Am Eingang des kleinen Hobbitdorfes unterhielten sich zwei Männer lautstark. Wie es aussah versuchte der eine in das Dorf hineinzugehen, während der andere ihn immer wieder kopfschüttelnd davon abhielt.

„What means that? Private party? I want only a ticket. No party.“

Sprotte schmunzelte. Beim Nähertreten hatte sie die große, dunkelhaarige Gestalt von Friedas Bruder Titus erkannt. Richtig, er wollte sich ja die Drehorte von Herr der Ringe ansehen. Sein auffälliger deutscher Akzent hatte wirklich etwas Amüsantes.

„Like I said. You can‘t get in unless you‘re on the guest list“, antwortete der Mann, in der schwarzen Security-Uniform.

„No guest list. I want only a ticket. Ticket.“ Friedas Bruder war sichtlich frustriert. Mit seinen Fingern mimte er ein Rechteck, um sein Anliegen zu verdeutlichen. Sprotte grinste. Es war einfach zu lustig ihm dabei zuzusehen, wie er sich hier abmühte. Offensichtlich wollte der Typ Titus nicht reinlassen, weil das Hobbitdorf aufgrund der Hochzeitsfeier für normale Besucher geschlossen war. Das war wirklich zu blöd für ihn. Nachdem Sprotte das Schauspiel in vollen Zügen genossen hatte, fasste sie sich ein Herz und trat den zwei Männern entgegen.

„Sorry, we‘re closed for today. We‘re hosting a private party“, erklärte der Security-Typ, sobald er Sprotte sah.

„It‘s okay. I‘m Charlotte, the photographer“, stellte sich Sprotte vor und fischte ihre Einladung aus ihrer Fototasche.

Nach einem kurzen Blick auf die Einladung nickte der Mann und winkte sie mit einem freundlichen Grinsen durch das Eingangstor. Mit offenem Mund blickte Titus Sprotte hinterher. Doch als er versuchte ebenso das Dorf zu betreten, hielt ihn wieder der Security-Mensch auf.

„Hey, Ich will auch rein!“, beschwerte sich Titus empört.

Sprotte grinste schadenfroh. Dann räusperte sie sich und sagte: „He‘s with me. My assistant.“

„Your assistant? Should‘ve said that right away. Go on in, lad.“ Der Security-Typ lächelte nun auch Titus an und wies einladend zum Eingangstor.

„I?“ Etwas verwirrt zeigte Titus mit dem Finger auf sein Gesicht.

Sprotte nickte und drückte ihm ihren Rucksack mit all ihrer Ausrüstung in die Hände. „Hier, trag das. Und nicht fallen lassen.“

„Was? Warum sollte ich-?“

„Na, weil du heute mein Assistent bist. Oder willst du lieber draußen warten?“

„No. Ich meine – nein. Ach, dieses dumme Englisch.“

Sprotte lachte. „Na dann komm. Das Brautpaar wartet schon.“

Es war schon genug, dass sie einen schlechten Tag gehabt hatte. Da war es eigentlich ganz schön jemand anderem den Tag etwas zu verschönern. Auch wenn es nur Friedas blöder Bruder Titus war.

…

Die Arbeit und der einhergehende positive Stress tat Sprotte gut und half ihr auf andere Gedanken zu kommen. Das ehemalige Filmset, welches nun als Touristenattraktion diente, war ein wirklich schöner Ort für eine Hochzeitsfeier und die Gäste waren auch alle sehr gut drauf. Im Gegenzug dafür, dass Sprotte Titus an dem Security Mensch vorbei ins Hobbitdorf geschmuggelt hatte und er nun sogar kostenlos all die Filmschauplätze besichtigen konnte, assistierte er ihr sogar ein wenig bei der Arbeit. Obwohl sie das natürlich auch ohne ihn geschafft hätte. Dennoch war es ganz angenehm zur Abwechslung mal nicht ständig ihre gesamte Ausrüstung mitschleppen zu müssen.

Am frühen Abend dann, als die Gäste genug Fotos gemacht hatten und sich die Sonne langsam verabschiedete, drängte sie das Brautpaar dazu ihre Ausrüstung zusammenzupacken und sich den abendlichen Feierlichkeiten anzuschließen. Bis in die späten Abendstunden war die Stimmung ausgelassen, was unter anderem an dem Bier lag, welches der Barmann reichlich ausschenkte. Es wurde gelacht, getanzt und getrunken, bis es Sprotte irgendwann zu viel wurde und sie sich für einen Moment draußen vor der Schänke auf eine kleine knorrige Bank sinken ließ um etwas frische Nachtluft zu schnappen.

„Na, war‘s dir drinnen auch zu stickig?“

Kaum ein paar Minuten hatte sie die Stille genossen, da gesellte sich jemand zu ihr. Es war Friedas Bruder.

„Ein wenig“, gab sie leise zurück.

Er nahm einen Schluck von dem Bier, dass er von drinnen mitgebracht hatte und verzog schaudernd das Gesicht.

„Schmeckt‘s?“

Er grunzte. „Von allen die ich heute Abend ausprobiert habe das seltsamste.“

Sie zog eine Augenbraue hoch. Wie viele hatte er wohl ausprobiert? Die Sorten hatten so kreative Namen wie Bilbo‘s Best oder Smaug‘s Bane.

„Guck nicht so. Fehlt nur noch, dass du mir sagst ich soll nicht so viel trinken. So wie Frieda immer.“ Stöhnend verdrehte er die Augen.

„Keine Angst. Zufällig ist es mir ziemlich egal wie viel Bier du trinkst.“

Für einen kurzen Moment sah er sie misstrauisch an, als wäre ihm nicht ganz klar wie Sarkasmus funktionierte. Vielleicht lag es daran, dass er schon so viel Bier getrunken hatte.

„Auf Frieda!“, rief sie aus und stieß mit ihrem Weinglas gegen Titus‘ Bierkrug. In einem Zug leerte sie ihr Glas. „Die gute Frieda, die immer das richtige tut. Und ihrem Herzen folgt. Alle lieben Frieda.“ So viel zum Thema Sarkasmus. „Immerhin ist sie extra den ganzen Weg hierhergekommen um ihrer besten Kindheitsfreundin – also mir – persönlich zu sagen, dass sie sich meinen Ex geangelt hat.“ Sie lachte spöttisch. „Dafür hat sie sich aber echt den Beste Freundin Award verdient. Findest du nicht?“ Warum erzählte sie ihm das überhaupt? Ausgerechnet Friedas Bruder? Vielleicht hatte sie ja selbst das ein oder andere Bier zu viel getrunken. „Sorry. Das willst du wahrscheinlich alles gar nicht hören.“

Titus zuckte nur unbekümmert die Achseln. „Ich hab mich auch schon öfter über meine Schwester geärgert“, gab er zu.

Das erstaunte Sprotte dann aber doch. „Wirklich? Aber bestimmt nicht so oft, wie sie sich über dich geärgert hat.“ Als sie noch jünger gewesen waren hatte er sich immer wieder aus den Hausarbeiten herausgemogelt, sodass ein Großteil an Frieda hängen geblieben war. Das wusste sie noch genau.

„Was weiß ich“, sagte er unbestimmt. „Jedenfalls kann sie wirklich anstrengend sein. Vor allem wenn sie wieder auf ihrem Weltverbesserer-Trip ist. Dann hat man immer das Gefühl, man macht alles in seinem Leben falsch.“

Sprotte wusste was er meinte. Wenn Frieda sich für eine Sache einsetzte, war sie wirklich gut darin jemandem ein schlechtes Gewissen einzureden. Zum Beispiel, wenn man günstige Kleidung kaufte, für die in irgendeinem armen Land Kinder ausgebeutet wurden. Aber Frieda hatte auch gute Seiten. Einfach zu viele hatte sie davon. Das war ja das Problem.

„Ich versteh ja, warum er sie mag. Wer würde Frieda nicht mögen?“, fuhr sie etwas ernster fort. „Sie ist klug… und hübsch… nett… Viel netter als ich. Und viel hübscher.“ Sie seufzte. „Alle lieben Frieda.“ Diesmal klangen die Worte eher wie ein trauriges Eingeständnis, mit dem sie sich abfinden musste, als eine spöttische Bemerkung. Trübsinnig starrte sie in ihr leeres Weinglas.

„Mit Maik war es genauso. Und jetzt auch… mit Fred.“ Frustriert kniff sie die Augen zusammen und fuhr sich mit ihrer Hand über das Gesicht. „Gibt es denn keine anderen Typen auf der Welt? Warum muss sie sich immer die aussuchen, die ich auch mag?“

„Maik?“, fragte Titus ungläubig. „Sag bloß du warst auch in diesen Reiterhof-Typen verknallt.“

„Ach Maik. Um den geht‘s hier doch gar nicht.“ Ärgerlich wischte Sprotte seine Bemerkung wie eine Fliege beiseite. „Ich würde alles mit Frieda teilen. Ihr alles geben… Maik? Der hat mich sowieso immer nur als kleines Mädchen gesehen. Kein Problem. Aber Fred?“ Sie machte ein Geräusch, das wie Schluchzen und Lachen zugleich klang. „Ich weiß… wir sind zwar schon seit einer Ewigkeit nicht mehr zusammen, aber… aber er war einfach… für so eine lange Zeit war er für mich das kostbarste auf der ganzen Welt.“ Auf einmal fühlte sich ihr Hals ganz heiser an. Beinahe schmeckte sie schon die Tränen, die dabei waren sich durch ihre Tränendrüsen zu kämpfen. Das fehlte ja noch. Dass sie sich bei Friedas Bruder Titus die Augen ausheulte.

„Und Frieda weiß das. Sie weiß das alles. Und trotzdem…“ Sie hielt inne. Natürlich merkte sie wie lächerlich das alles klang. Man konnte sich schließlich nicht aussuchen in wen man sich verliebte. Das wusste sie genau. Frieda und Fred hatten sich ja nicht gegen sie verschworen um ihr eins auszuwischen. Aber trotzdem tat es weh. Wie damals fühlte sie sich. Auf dem Reiterhof. Als das mit Frieda und Maik gerade angefangen hatte. Hässlich und dumm war sie sich vorgekommen neben Frieda. Aber dann hatte Fred all diese Selbstzweifel und Neidgedanken fortgewischt. Wie ironisch, dass sie sich ausgerechnet wegen ihm nun wieder wie ein hässliches Entlein fühlte. Wenn er sich wenigstens in Melli verliebt hätte!

„Dabei hat er immer gesagt er steht nicht auf schwarzhaarige Frauen!“, platzte sie wütend heraus.

„Was?“, fragte Titus verwirrt.

„Na Fred. Das hat er immer gesagt“, erklärte sie ungeduldig.

„Ich glaube es kommt nicht so wirklich auf die Haarfarbe an, wenn man jemanden mag“, kommentierte er nachdenklich. Als wenn sie das nicht selbst wüsste.

„Ach ne“, zischte sie giftig. „Dann hätte er das halt nicht sagen sollen.“ Gerade wollte sie noch einen Schluck Wein trinken, als ihr einfiel, dass sie das Glas bereits leer getrunken hatte. Da fiel ihr Blick auf den halbvollen Bierkrug in Titus‘ Hand.

„Trinkst du das noch?“, fragte sie.

Titus schüttelte den Kopf. Sein schulterlanges schwarzes Haar fiel ihm dabei ins Gesicht. „Das schmeckt sowieso komisch.“

Sprotte zählte das als Einladung und nahm den Bierkrug an sich. Sie trank einen Schluck und spuckte das Bier beinahe direkt wieder aus.

„Das Zeug schmeckt ja scheußlich“, beschwerte sie sich. „Total bitter. Und irgendwie… scharf.“

„Sag ich ja.“ Titus grinste amüsiert. „Ich glaub der Barkeeper hat es Smaug‘s Bein genannt, oder so.“

„Smaug‘s Bane.“ Sprotte lachte leise auf. Der Fluch des Smaug. Irgendwie passte das ja sogar zu ihrer Stimmung. Eine Weile saßen sie schweigend da und blickten hinaus in die warme Sommernacht. Dunkel war es. Kein einziger Stern zeigte sich am Himmel.

„Das ist noch nicht einmal das schlimmste, weißt du“, fuhr Sprotte irgendwann fort. Wieder fragte sie sich, warum sie ihm das überhaupt erzählte. Viel lieber hätte sie es Frieda anvertraut. Aber wie könnte sie, wo doch Frieda selbst der Kern ihres Problems war? Aber irgendwie mussten die Worte trotzdem heraus. Alles was sich im Laufe des Tages angestaut hatte. Und wenn sie es Frieda schon nicht selbst sagen konnte, dann zumindest ihrem Bruder. Beinahe hoffte sie, er würde seiner Schwester alles verraten, damit sie von all den unausgesprochenen Gedanken erführe, die Sprotte ihr niemals sagen konnte. „Das schlimmste ist, dass ich ab jetzt jedes Mal wenn ich jemanden kennenlerne – dass ich mich jetzt immer fragen werde… wie lange es wohl diesmal dauert.“

„Wie lange was dauert?“

„Na, bis er merkt, dass Frieda viel interessanter ist als… ich.“

„Oh.“

Oh. Was für eine hilfreiche Antwort. Aber viel mehr konnte man von Friedas großem Bruder auch nicht erwarten.

Sprotte seufzte müde. „Gibt es denn wirklich niemanden da draußen, bei dem der Frieda-Effekt keine Wirkung hat?“

„Der Frieda-Effekt?“ Titus schnaubte spöttisch. „Als ob meine Schwester so beliebt wäre. Es gibt bestimmt ‘nen Haufen Kerle, die überhaupt nichts mit ihr anfangen können.“

„Vielleicht“, gab Sprotte zu. „Aber wie finde ich die? Bei meiner Trefferquote…“

Titus lachte. Lachte er sie etwa aus? „Du hast aber auch echt ‘ne grottenschlechte Trefferquote.“

„Ich weiß“, antwortete sie gedehnt und verdrehte die Augen. „Am Ende bleibt dann wahrscheinlich doch nur Luki. Der ist wahrscheinlich der Einzige, bei dem ich mir keine Gedanken machen müsste.“ Sie schnitt eine Grimasse. „Nur blöd, dass ich ihn schon kenne seit er ein Baby war. Der kommt also nicht in Frage. Wie seltsam wäre das denn? Sogar die Windeln hab ich ihm mal gewechselt.“ Mit einem Grinsen drehte sie sich zu Titus, damit er sah, dass sie nur Spaß machte. Der aber betrachtete nachdenklich den finsteren Himmel.

„Da hatte Melli wohl recht“, flüsterte Sprotte mehr zu sich selbst. „Am Ende werd ich wohl doch mal allein und einsam sterben.“

Da wandte Titus sich ihr schlagartig zu. „Wieso? Frieda hat doch zwei Brüder. Schon vergessen?“

„Ach stimmt ja. Sie hat noch einen großen…“ Sprotte hielt inne. Moment. Meinte er etwa…? „Sprichst du gerade etwa von dir selbst?“ Ungläubig betrachtete sie sein halb in der Dunkelheit verborgenes Gesicht. Die unergründlichen, blauen Augen, die ihr alles andere als vertraut waren.

Nichtssagend zuckte er mit einer Schulter.

„Nichts für ungut, aber wir haben doch erst heute Mittag das Kriegsbeil begraben. Und vorher konnte ich dich eigentlich nie wirklich leiden“, entgegnete sie. „Da bleib ich dann doch lieber allein und werd alt und verbittert wie meine Oma“, scherzte sie.

„Tja. Bleibt dir dann wohl nichts anderes übrig“, meinte Titus leichthin. „Ich konnte dich übrigens auch nie leiden.“ Beinahe vorwurfsvoll blickte er zu seinem Bierkrug in ihrer Hand. „Kann ich immer noch nicht.“ Den letzten Satz fügte er ein wenig trotzig hinzu.

Sprotte schüttelte den Kopf und lachte. Das war einfach alles viel zu absurd. „Da bin ich aber froh, dass wir das geklärt haben.“

Titus nickte. Wieder verfielen sie in Schweigen, wodurch die Musik von drinnen ein wenig lauter zu ihnen nach draußen drang. Wilde Geigenklänge erfüllten nun die Nacht mit leidenschaftlicher irischer Volksmusik. Wie von selbst wippte Sprottes Fuß im Takt auf und ab.

Amüsiert betrachtete Titus ihren Fuß, der sich munter zur Musik bewegte. Die fröhlichen Klänge luden einfach zum Tanzen ein.

Dann erhob er sich und nickte mit dem Kinn zur Tür. „Ich glaub ich geh wieder rein.“

Sprotte nickte. Dann fiel sein Blick wieder auf ihren Fuß, der immer noch im Takt hüpfte. Sie konnte einfach nichts dagegen tun.

Titus verkniff sich ein Grinsen. Dann legte er den Kopf schief und fragte: „Hast du Lust zu Tanzen?“

Sprotte sprang auf, als hätten ihre Füße nur auf dieses Kommando gewartet. „Klar, warum nicht.“

Sie war sich nicht sicher warum sie es sagte. Oder warum sie ihm in die Schänke zurück folgte. Aus irgendeinem Grund hatte sich seine Gesellschaft seltsam tröstlich angefühlt. Wie eigentümlich. Schließlich war es immer noch Friedas idiotischer Bruder von dem hier die Rede war. Aber womöglich war ja genau das der Grund. Vielleicht war ihr ein wenig leichter zumute, weil er Friedas Bruder war. Aber was das nun wieder genau bedeutete, darüber wollte sie sich in diesem Moment nun wirklich nicht den Kopf zerbrechen. Viel lieber wollte sie ihren anstrengenden Tag vergessen und den Abend genießen. Was auch immer er für sie noch bereithielt.

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[woovia]

To my ginger boy 🧡

you are everything to me.

you’re the sun to my moon, the stars to my sky, the missing piece, the only one that has the key to my heart, the one that i love the most and i’ll always love.

you’re my happiness, my home, my love, my life, my heart and my soul.

you are love itself and even more, you’re everything that matters.

i find you in every love song, in every poem, in every sunset and every dawn, in every star and every flower, in every thing good and beautiful.

Oh Freddie… my sweet ginger boy… how much i love you, how much i cherish, adore and care about you…

if only you could see yourself the way i see you, if only you could feel how much you mean to me.

There’s not a single thing that i don’t absolutely love about you or your looks.

You’ve got the cutest nose, those faint freckles that decorate your nose and cheekbones like stars in the night sky or sunflowers in a field.

the softest cheeks, those lips of yours… so soft and delicate, only for me to taste over and over again… your perfect sharp jawline that give your face that bit of an attitude…

but you’re eyes… god, you’re eyes are just something else.

it’s like i can see the universe itself in them, all the good things of this damn world are collected in those beautiful hazelnut eyes of yours… i could stare at them for hours and hours, losing myself in them only to find you at the end… you’re just perfect.

I love everything about you, but your character, your personality is the best thing.

You're loving, caring, impulsive, extremely funny, happy and you always try to put others first.

You're the type of person who would tease me every second when we're in public but who, in private, wants to cuddle and be the little spoon.

You would tell me about your plans for the shop and how you would like to raise your daughter surrounded by games and fun.

You would bring me to look at the stars only to have me list them, not understanding anything but wanting to listen to my voice and look at the stars reflected in my eyes.

You would bring me breakfast in bed even if it was all burnt because you have no idea how to use a stove without magic.

You would read me the fairy tales that your mother told you as a child when you were afraid of the dark.

You would come back from your Quidditch practice with one hand behind your back, a small flower bouquet just for me hidden there.

You would listen to me talk about muggle stuff just to see me smile while talking about the things that i love making you love them, as well.

Oh, my Freddie... how much i love you. i love you so much that it hurts… and i’m not saying that in a bad way, if anything it’s the most precious thing ever…

your mere existence is enough for me to be happy.

I spent so many years locked away by my own… bottling up my feelings and emotions and just let them be… and then you came into my life… you brought light, hope, love…

it’s scary… every day i woke up and i’m so scared to realize that it was only just a dream…

you make me so weak, Freddie… i’ve never felt like this before and I never will with anyone else.

The words “i love you” aren’t enough to describe how much you mean to me… no words in any language will ever be enough…

please, let me love you every day… let me prove to you how you save my life everyday…

I love you… I love you so much…

I’ll always find you in every corner of this universe, in any other dimension and universe and reality.

my heart and soul belong to you, now and for ever. You have my heart for this lifetime and for the next ones.

Nobody will ever be as important as you are to me. You’re pure love, Fred. You’re mine and mine only.

My love, my sweet ginger boy, my Freddie...

For ever yours, Sil.

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