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When Three Became Two 🪽| Platonic!Weasley Twins Imagine

Set during the Battle of Hogwarts

Harry Potter masterlist

Characters & Pairings: George & Fred Weasley x Sister!Weasley Triplet (platonic), the Golden Trio x weasley!sister (platonic)

Content Warnings: Character Death, sadness, angst, mentions of blood and major injury, profanity | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 7k

Premise: The dynamic redheaded duo Fred & George were never particularly close with their older triplet sister Y/N, especially after she was sorted into Slytherin during their first year at Hogwarts. It is not till the Battle of Hogwarts do the twins realize just how important family is, but by then it was too late to make amends.

(Y/E/C)- Your eye color

Note: I’m going to put red hair because you know Weasley but if you want to envision your own hair color that is totally fine too. Also, just so y'all know....I started this piece back in 2018 and recently picked it back up. So....the last 400 words are pretty much the most recent material I added + i did A LOT of editing. So I apologize if the beginning is trash because like I said, 6k of the nearly 7k words are from 6 years ago. I've been hyperfixating on the Weasley twins again which is why I was like 'maybe I should finish that imagine I started...'

Italics are flashbacks

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Y/n Weasley felt the sweat and blood drip off her forehead as she ran through the halls of the school she had spent several years in which became a second home to her. She was out of breath, dodging and reflecting spells that were casted her way from the surrounding death eaters. Screams and shouts echoed from every corner, flashes of red and green light nearly blinding her (Y/E/C) eyes while her flaming red hair swished when she ran. Her breath was wavering, she could see several of her fellow Order members dueling around her. Passing the Great Hall, her pace nearly faltering when her eyes locked on the doors, the memory of walking through the first time when she was just a nervous little eleven year old began to play in the redheads mind….

Y/n sighed, stepping off the Hogwarts Express for the first time. Her twin brothers had already raced to the boats leaving the smaller, although older, of the three behind. Picking up her robes that were slightly dragging due to her small stature, Y/n followed her fellow classmates to the boating docks, casting a smile to Hagrid as she walked past him, who in return smiled back. She found a boat that already had two other first years seated, and quickly took the spot adjacent to a girl about her age.

“Hi,” the girl smiled to the redhead, “I’m Angelina Johnson. What’s your name?”

“I’m Y/n Weasley, it’s nice to meet you,” the two shook hands with smiles.

“What house are you hoping to be in?”

“Honestly,” Y/n sighed, “I’m not sure. My whole family has been in Gryffindor, including my two older brothers who are currently here. It would be nice to be sorted there so I have my family, but I’ve always felt different.”

“Are those other two ginger boys your brothers?” Angelina pointed to the boat where Fred and George were laughing loudly while talking with a dark-skinned boy. Y/n nodded after looking where Angelina was pointing, turning back with a grim expression.

“Yeah, that’s Fred and George. We’re triplets, I’m the oldest of the bunch yet I never seem to be included in anything.”

“Aw, that’s not right,” Angelina said with a frown. The two continued to talk the entire boat ride to the castle, learning about their backgrounds and finding out  they had several similar interests. One could tell that the two instantly connected and were on the road to becoming best friends. The two girls got off the boat once it got to the docks, Y/n helping Angelina when she nearly tripped as she got out, to which the young girl was grateful for. 

“Oh my gosh thank you!” Angelina exclaimed, “That would have been so embarrassing.” Y/n laughed slightly, fixing the girl’s robes.

“No problem, I wouldn't want you tripping on the first night and being made fun of before classes even started.” The two girls followed everyone to the entrance of the castle, beaming in awe of everything they passed. Climbing the steps that lead to the great hall seemed like forever, but soon they were faced with an older woman who wore a pointed hat on top of her head and green robes. 

“Good evening,” she greeted, “I am Professor McGonagall. In a few moments, the doors behind me will open and you will enter the Great Hall where you will then be sorted into one of the four houses named after the four founding members of Hogwarts; Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin--.” She continued to explain the four houses to the children before the doors opened. When they did, Professor McGonagall escorted the group into the Great Hall. Many looked at the ceiling, gasping at the candles floating in midair. Some caught the eyes of soon to be fellow classmates, the students sending smiles to the young ones. 

The group halted in front of the steps leading to the podium. The members of the head table gazed down on the children, Headmaster Dumbledore giving them a warm smile to welcome them making many feel more at ease. Professor McGonagall stood beside a stool, on top of it was a brown pointed hat. 

“When I call your name,” she said, capturing everyone's attention, “You will step up, take a seat on the stool and I will place the sorting hat on your head where you will be sorted into your houses.” Y/n felt her hands become clammy, nerves racking through here with each name being called getting closer to hers. When Angelina was called and sorted into Gryffindor, Y/n clapped for her with a smile, happy for her new friend. She immediately hoped she would also be sorted into the house to be with not only her older brothers, but also with Angelina. 

“Weasley, Fred.” The ginger boy raced up the stairs, careful not to trip over his robes and took a seat on the stool with a grin. The hat was placed onto his head and it took only moments before the hat exclaimed, “GRYFFINDOR!!” Cheers erupted from the lion house, the older Weasley boys, Charlie and Percy, clapping loudly for their brother and greeting him with open arms when he ran to the table. George was called next, the boy also running to the stool and the Gryffindor house applauded with joy once more hearing the sorting hat call out the name again. Fred and George embraced in a big hug, happy they were going to be in the same house and sat next to each other beside their brothers. 

The room went quiet and Professor McGonagall read out the name many had already guessed was next, “Weasley, Y/n.” The small eleven-year-old let out a shaky breath, ascending the steps before taking a seat on the stool. She flinched when the hat was placed on her head and heard a gasp emitted from it.

“Ahh another Weasley,” the hat began, “only you are much different than your many siblings huh? Loyal to your family, a trait you value, but Hufflepuff is not for you. There is no doubt you are brave like a Gryffindor, there will be a time your bravery will be put to the test, but there is a strong ambition that lies within you. You are a very determined young one, and will do anything to accomplish your goals.” Y/N felt her heart begin to beat faster as the hat continued talking, “So, there is only one house in which you will find what you are looking for and that is SLYTHERIN!!”

That day, while no one wanted to admit it, changed everything. The twins hardly ever talked to Y/N, even less than what they already had. Many of the Slytherins ignored her, not enjoying the fact that a member of the blood-traitor family was sorted into the notorious pure-blood house. Even though Y/N was of pure blood, it did not matter to them, she was still relatively shunned from her housemates. Professor Snape was displeased at first until she proved she had a talent for potion making, becoming more advanced than any student he had ever taught. It was then he treated the Weasley girl with some actual respect and even allowed her to practice in the classroom whenever she pleased as long as she promised to never let her brothers get their hands on any of the ingredients he stored in the room. 

Charlie, Angelina, and Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff seemed to be the only people besides her parents and professors that looked beyond the fact she was in Slytherin. Others included her older brother Bill, her younger sister Ginny and eventually Hermione Granger. The bushy haired Gryffindor met the older Weasley in her first year at Hogwarts. After being told of the talented potion maker from Ron, Hermione sought to meet her. Y/N was shocked when the girl first introduced herself, but it was the start of a treasured friendship Y/N held dear to her. 

“Hi!” a cheerful voice sounded, causing Y/N to look up from her textbook. Her eyes met the warm brown ones of a petite girl bushy haired girl sporting a Gryffindor tie and robes. The Slytherin girl gazed at her confused, looking around  the library in case she was addressing someone else other than her. By the warm smile the first-year gave her, Y/N realized she was in fact talking to her. 

“Uh hi?” she said with a questionable tone, brows furrowed. The girl stuck her hand out which made Y/N slightly flinch by how fast the movement was.

“I’m Hermione Granger,” she introduced. Y/N hesitantly extended her own hand, clasping it with the girl's small one and shook it lightly.

“Y/N Weasley.”

“I know,” Hermione smiled, “Ron told me about you. Well he did not tell me much except your name and that you were in Slytherin. He also mentioned you were really good with potions and Snape likes you.” Y/N could not help but slightly chuckle at the last sentence.

“I wouldn’t say Snape ‘likes’ me, but he certainly tolerates me more than my siblings. You’ve probably already seen that the twins are pranksters, they tend to cause him immense distress.” This made Hermione laugh and Y/N felt her lips curl up. She then noticed the girl holding several textbooks, one of which was a first-year potions book, “Is there anything I can help you with Hermione?” 

“I just wanted to get to know you,” the girl said warmly, which made Y/N slightly shocked. “Ron and the twins did not speak much about you and when they did they made it seem like you were horrible just because you were sorted into Slytherin. I know that a house does not define who a person really is, so I wanted to talk to you myself and it appears you are not a mean or evil person that your house makes people think you are.” Y/N could not believe what she was hearing and she could not detect any hint of a lie in the girl's words. 

“Wow,” She breathed, “Sorry, I’m just a little taken back. It’s been a while since I’ve really heard anyone say that. Only my older siblings, minus Percy, my parents, my sister, and a few people who I happen to be friends with think the same way you do. Ron and the twins just really ignore me.”

“But aren’t you and the twins actually triplets?” The question caused Y/N to frown and look down at her book.

“Yeah,” she muttered softly, “We are. Many people forget that we are because we never act like it, but it’s okay, I’m used to the two leaving me out. It happened before we were sorted into our houses so it does not bother me much anymore. I’ve learned to live with it.” Hermione frowned at that, feeling sad for the older Weasley.

“That’s not right. You guys are siblings, family. They should not treat you like that.” 

“Hey, don’t worry about it. One day they will realize how they act wrong, until then I can only be patient.” Hermione nodded though she still possessed a frown  and Y/N pushed away the many books laid on the table, gesturing for the girl to take a seat. “Here, sit down. You said you want to get to know me, so let's just talk while we do our homework and you can see how I really am compared to what Ron tells you. I’ll even help you with potions if you need.” Hermione beamed, placing her books on the table and sitting down across from the redhead. The two talked for hours until it was time for curfew, getting to know one another and Y/N offering help when Hermione had a question on a certain subject and Y/N felt it was the start of a blossoming friendship.

The years continued, and Y/N only had few friends, hardly ever seeing her siblings due to them all being sorted into Gryffindor leaving her alone. Her friendship with Hermione grew and she even looked at the girl as a sister, the Gryffindor looking at her the same way. Y/N and Angelina remained close even after being sorted in different houses. Despite having few friends, she could not wait to graduate and finally go off on her own, already planning to continue her work in potions and become a potioneer after spending countless summers devoted to perfecting different elixirs. Several events happened during her time at Hogwarts, including her sister Ginny unlocking the Chamber of Secrets and the tragedy of the TriWizard Tournament. 

When the Order of the Phoenix was back in business to stop Voldemort following the death of her dear friend Cedric, Y/n immediately joined despite objections from her parents. The death of her friend caused immense grief. She became depressed in the following months, hardly sleeping due to nightmares of his corpse and she rarely ate, resulting in her facial features becoming more hollow. It was not until she joined the Order that she was back to her normal self and that was because of her determination to bring justice to Cedric’s death. The Order faced great loss. The deaths of Sirius, Dumbledore, Moody and with her brother George losing his ear proved how real the war was and the fight to make the world a safer place. 

Now it was the second of May, and the fight of everyone’s life was in place. Death Eaters swarmed every inch of Hogwarts, attacking students whether they were armed or not. Y/N ran down the corridors, deflecting spells and sending jinxes back and forth. Her adrenaline was soaring, not knowing where exactly she was headed, but the only thing she knew was to survive and protect the students around her. Y/n never thought she would ever cast the killing curse in her life, but when a second-year Hufflepuff was about to be killed, the spell left her mouth before she could stop herself. The Death Eater fell back unmoving, Y/n took the hand of the small boy she saved and hurried him to the nearest dormitory or classroom. 

“Here, go!” she ushered him into the room, “Stay here and do not leave! Hide somewhere and be alert, you understand?” The boy nodded furishouly, his small body shaking and clutching his wand tightly in his hand. The redhead raced out of the room, closing the door shut before darting down the hallway. A flash of familiar hair caught her eye and her feet carried her to the source. “Ginny!” She shouted upon seeing her sister. The younger Weasley halted her movement at the sound, turning around only to collide in the older one’s embrace. “Oh my God,” Y/n breathed, “Are you okay? Why are you out here? I thought you were to stay in the Room of Requirement until this was over?”

“Harry needed me to leave,” she told her sister, the two moving to a corner where they were slightly hidden from the battle, “He needed to search the room for a possible horcrux. Once he went in, I left and came here. I couldn’t just let my friends and family fight with the chances of them getting killed and just sit and wait!” Y/n sighed, bringing a hand to wipe the sweat on her face which resulted in more dirt being rubbed. 

“While I don’t like you being involved, I understand where you’re coming from.” She pauses to rub her nose bridge, placing her hands on Ginny’s shoulders to look at her sternly, “Mum and dad might kill me for letting you fight, but there’s really no time to negotiate and stop you. At least find Neville or someone who can stay close to you and keep you covered, okay?” Ginny nodded, embracing her sister once more in a tight hug. 

“Stay safe, sis.”

“I will,” Y/n told her, “You stay safe too, I’ll see you soon.” The two pulled away and Y/n bolted away down the hall while Ginny rushed to Tonks after seeing her battle a Death Eater and rushing to her aid. Y/n turned the corner, something in her stomach dropping and her intuition telling her something bad was about to happen. She heard the sound of a duel taking place and followed it. Familiar voices echoed in her ears and her pace picked up. The redhead rounded the corridor, jets of light flashing in her eyes and she spotted Fred and Percy battling Death Eaters while Harry, Ron, and Hermione helped while dodging incoming jinxes. 

“Hello, Minister!” Percy bellowed, sending a jinx at the man, “Did I mention I’m resigning?” 

“You’re joking, Perce!” Fred shouted and looked at his brother. Y/n watched the two and in the corner of eyes she could see a Death Eater with their wand raised. Her brothers could not see the man, and she noticed he was pointing at the wall directly behind them. Before she could think, Y/n sprinted as fast as her feet carried her, eyes widening when the flash of light emitted from the want of the assailant. At that moment, nothing mattered other than making sure her brothers were safe. All the years of being ignored and looked down upon by them due to being sorted in Slytherin seemed to vanish, and Y/n felt water line her eyes as she got closer. 

“You actually are joking, Perce… I don’t think I’ve heard you joke since you were--.”

“Fred! Percy!” Her scream ignited and the two snapped their heads toward her just in time for the redhead to push them both out of the way at the exact moment the air exploded around them. The two brothers along with the Golden Trio were flown back from the impact, all landing onto the stone ground with a groan. Pain erupted to several areas of their bodies which would surely bruise. Dust covered them, their vision blurred from how much was in the air. 

Fred pulled his body up, groaning from the pain in his side and coughing from how much dust filled his throat. He scanned the area and saw how the wall he was in front of was blasted apart with stone and wood now covering every inch of the ground with a large pile in the middle. It took two seconds for the ginger to realize what had happened, the last thing he saw was his sister running at him before he was flown back. He immediately got up and rushed to the pile of debris, staggering over the stones while shouting his sister's name.

“Y/n!!” He screamed, moving at a fast pace. “Y/n, can you hear me!” The boy began throwing the many pieces of stone and wood away from the pile, searching for any sign of movement and listening for sound. Percy and the trio joined in, the group shouting Y/n name and digging through the debris. “C’mon Y/n I need you to tell me where you are!” Fred grew more and more worried, feeling his heart sink by the second. It was not until he heard a pained groan and rushed to the source. He spotted a hand peeking through the rubble and Fred shouted for the others saying he found her. They all rushed to him, removing the stone covering Y/n's body, allowing Fred to pull her out of the wreckage when they were able to get her upper half revealed. She let out a scream, pain erupting all through her and Fred tried his best to get her out as gently as he could. 

“I got you, sis.” He said with a shaky voice, “I got you.” With one quick but harsh tug, Y/n was removed from the rubble and was laid onto the floor. Everyone surrounded her, becoming frozen by how much blood covered her body. Cuts and gashes painted her skin, her clothing ripped and chunks of stone were embedded into the many wounds. Her breath wavered, gasping for air and they all felt their heart race at the sight. Hermione, with shaky hands, pressed a palm on to a deep cut in Y/n’s neck. The Weasley girl hissed, blood filling her mouth and dripping down her lips. 

“You’re going to be okay, Y/n,” Hermoine’s voice cracked, trying not to look at the many wounds which the girl could tell will be fatal if not treated immediately. Ron could see a large gash right above his sister’s temple and gently laid his hand on top of it, while biting his lip to stop a sob from escaping. He knew it was bad, and his sister was dying in front of him. They needed a healer, but the Great Hall was several corridors away and Ron feared she would not make it in time. Percy began calling for help, applying pressure onto her stomach which had been cut open when a large piece of wood had impaled her. Harry stayed on his feet with his wand ready for any threats while also keeping his eye on Y/n, his heart dropping at the sight of her battered body. 

“I can’t--,” Y/n gasped with a tired breath as Fred held her hand, “I can’t feel my legs.” She could hear them gasp, Fred’s hand becoming tense in her hold. 

“We need to get her to Madam Pomfrey!” Fred shouted and went to pick her up, the others keeping their hands on her wounds to hold the bleeding but when they tried Y/n erupted in wails from the pain filling her by the slightest movement. It was like a volcano, fire filling her blood. The thick liquid poured out of her wounds, her skin becoming pale. Hermione’s hands were painted red, as were Ron and Percy’s. The sound of her screams were so loud it echoed through the nearby hallway and caused tears to stream down Hermione’s face.

“Stop!” she shouted, “Fred stop! It’s too late, she won’t make it!” 

“You don’t know that!” He yelled back trying to get his sister into his arms, his clothes now coated in red. Y/n began to shake from the pain, becoming numb by the intensity and Fred started to panic. 

“Fred, she’s losing too much blood,” Hermione cried, “She’ll bleed out before we can even get her to the Great Hall.”

“Are you serious, Hermione?!” Fred shouted in disbelief over the chaos around them, “Do you even hear yourself?! She’s your friend and you’re gonna let her die!? ”

“Fred stop,” Y/n's hoarse voice whispered. The ginger boy looked down at his sister, her upper body being held up in his arms while the others continued to put pressure on her wounds but blood continued to seep through their fingers. 

“What--?”

“She’s r-right,” Y/n interrupted, “I-I won’t make it. The pain is too much--I-I can’t move and I'm losing too much blood.” She was shaking, fighting against what was pulling her to the other side to have a few precious moments with her family. “You need to get out of here, go find mum and dad.” Fred could not believe what he was hearing, neither Ron nor Percy. All three boys felt their eyes water and Fred tightened his hold on her. Percy grabbed her other hand, and Ron kept his on her head, covering her wound while tears flooded his face. 

“Y/n,” Fred stuttered her name, “We can get you to a healer. Madam Pomfrey will help and she will heal you, you’ll be fine.” The words were more to convince himself. He watched as her lips curled up, tired and broken eyes looking into his. 

“Fred,” she sighed, “You and I both know that I am not going to make it.” A sob escaped his throat.

“No! You’re not dying! You’re going to be okay!” He cried, dropping his head so his cheek rested on her hair. “You’re going to get out of here. You’re going to go home and learn how to walk again and become a potioneer like you’ve always dreamed of. You’ll get married and have kids…” He trailed off when sobs overtook him and he began to cry into her hair. Fred never believed he would ever have to watch his sister die in his arms. He had never felt more pain in his life than in that moment watching her gasp for air as her life started to fade away. What made it even more painful was knowing she saved him in the process, “I was supposed to die, not you! Not you!” 

Fred started to think back to all the times he and George would ignore Y/n, never including her in pranks or just ordinary things. The moment she was sorted into Slytherin they acted like they were not even related at times and Fred felt more tears fall knowing he could never make up for it. He won’t ever get the chance to show her how sorry he was. 

“Y/N go get your brothers and tell them supper is ready.”

“Yes mum.” Y/N raced up the many flights of stairs in the burrow in search of her twin brothers. When she got to the room, she knocked gently and waited for a reply but did not hear one so she pushed it open to see the two boys sitting on the ground in between their beds with several items in front of them. 

“Hey, hey!” Fred shouted in surprise and George started to gather their many inventions away from her sight. “You can’t just come in here without saying anything!” Y/N frowned at him.

“I knocked,” she told him, “neither of you responded.”

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes, “Still does not mean you can just walk in our room unannounced. We are doing something very exclusive and can’t risk you snitching it to mum or dad or your pal Snape.” Y/n’s eyes narrowed at her brother.

“Snape is not my ‘pal.’ He just stands me more than you lot because you are always causing him trouble.” George mumbled something under his breath, but the girl could not hear it. “And besides, I haven’t told anyone about your previous antics so why would I do so now?”

“Oh please,” Fred said in an annoyed tone, “we know you told Filch that we were the ones who put fireworks in his office second-year.” Y/N’s jaw dropped at the accusation, her cheeks becoming inflamed as anger rose.

“I did no such thing!” she shouted, “whoever told you that was a lie! I never ratted you out to Filch and why would he believe me? He thinks I’m just as bad as you two because I’m a Weasley.”

“Sometimes I don’t understand how you are one?”

“Excuse me?” she said appalled, “What in the bloody hell do you mean by that?” The twins just looked at her with blank expressions while she felt her eyes begin to water. 

“Well first,” Fred started, “the most obvious is that you are the only one of us who got sorted into Slytherin. A house you know is full of pure-blooded pricks and bullies who hate everyone but themselves. You don’t like quidditch like the rest of us and prefer to be by yourself working on potions. Snape likes you, but hates the rest of us and you just have always been the outkast in the family. Who knows, you may even become a Death Eater like the rest of your housemates. Maybe you already are one and just haven’t said anything, wouldn’t be surprised you never tell anyone in this house what you are up to.” Y/n stayed silent when Fred finished, she felt a small tear fall down her cheek but neither of her brothers looked like they were unapologetic. She bit her lip giving a small nod and wiped away the drop.

“Mum wants you to know that supper is ready.” Turning on her heel, Y/n paced out of the room with the door slamming shut behind her. She shoved past Percy who simply glared at her for her attitude and bumping into him, obviously not knowing what the twins had said to her to cause such emotion. The redhead burst into her room, collapsing onto her bed and pushing her face into her pillow as cries erupted from her, being muffled by the pillow. She felt her heart break, her brother's words replaying in her head causing torment like a radio playing a horrible song over and over again. 

“I’m sorry, Y/n,” he wept into her hair, “I’m sorry I treated you so badly. For everything. Ignoring you, pranking you in ways that had humiliated you and made you cry. Accusing you of snitching on us when you never did.” He held her close to his body, breaking inside each time she made a sound of agony. “I’m sorry for what I said to you during fourth year. I’m such a horrible brother,” he sobbed, “Please sis, don’t go. Don’t leave us.” 

“It’s okay, Fred,” she hushed him, stroking his arm with the hand Percy wasn’t holding. The two other Weasley boys were sobbing next to her. They two often treated her unfairly and were now going to live in tremendous guilt and despair, begging God to not take her. “It’s okay,” she said again, this time quieter.

“Y-Y/N,” Percy stuttered, but she simply hushed him.

Her voice grew weaker, and the group knew it was only moments before she would be gone forever. “It’s gonna be okay. I love--,” it was getting harder to speak, but she was fighting. “I love you all.”

“We love you too. We always will,” Ron said and Hermione started to cry harder, leaning onto Ron for support. Harry no longer looked around for Death Eaters, his own face drenched in tears at the sight in front of him. He felt anguish in him, seeing another friend die at the hands of those who wanted him dead. 

“You think I’ll see Cedric up there?” She questioned, eyelids falling shut and the image of her best friend filled her mind. Happy at the thought of possibly seeing him again. Fred let out a small cry before she felt him nod. 

“Y-yeah,” he croaked, “He’ll be waiting for you. You’ll be together again just like before.” 

“Freddie?”

“Yeah, sis?”

“Take care of George,” she managed to breathe out, “Tell him I love him.” 

“I will,” He sniffed, feeling her take one last breath.

“Promise me you will live.” The air left her body one last time, the pain no longer present and Y/n felt at peace, unable to hear Fred’s last words to her. 

 “I promise. I love you, sis.” But Y/N did not respond, causing him to gently shake her.  Her lack of reaction caused Fred to collapse into a heap of cries when her body finally went limp in his arms. “Y-y/n?” 

Percy felt her hand become unmoved and he too, cried in heartbreak. Ron held onto Hermione, turning his body away so he did not see his now dead sister in his brother’s arms. His heart was heavy with agony and he could not help console Hermione for he was in the same state. Harry dropped his head, sadness all within him at the loss of someone he looked at as family. He would never forgive himself, and he wished nothing more for Y/n to be brought back.

“Y/n,” Fred tried again, but to no avail. “W-wake up. Please w-wake u-up.”

The Golden Trio had to force themselves to leave, to continue their search before more people died. Harry and Hermoine having to drag poor Ron away from his siblings. None wanted to go, but time was limited and it took all their strength to get up and leave Percy and Fred with Y/n’s body. Promising Ron they’d get her to their family once it was safe to do so. 

The two Weasley brothers lost track of time. They stayed put, mourning the loss of their sister until the battle ceased and they were drained of tears. It soon became quiet in the castle, Death Eaters had retreated upon Voldermorts order and bodies laid all through the halls. 

“We should take her to the Great Hall,” Percy spoke with a dry voice, hoarse from all the cries. “Take her to mum and dad.” Fred was still, looking in front of him at the dusted hallway full of debris from the explosion that killed his sister. She was still held close in his arms, eyes closed and the blood stopped flowing but coated every inch of her skin along with Fred’s clothes. It took all his might to look down, eyes landing on her face. She looked peaceful, her lips slightly curled as though she had died smiling and that gave Fred some sort of comfort despite her damaged body. 

That she left the world at peace. 

“You think she’ll watch over us? Even though we treated her like shit?” His voice cracked. The older Weasley gazed down at his little sister, a small yet heartbroken smile on his lips and he cleared his throat. His hand came over her forehead to move some of her red hair, flinching at how cold her skin was.

“Yeah,” he said, “I think she will.” Fred carefully stood, cradleling Y/n in his arms. Percy rose beside him, grabbing their discarded wands and leading them out of the hallway, careful to avoid the debris around them. They reached the Great Hall, hearing the sound of others. Many were painful groans, others were cries of despair. The two emerged in the doorway, paying no mind to those around them and instead continued to walk forward until they saw their parents, Ginny and older brothers Bill and Charlie. Ginny was the first to see them, and rushed to them relieved they were okay and searched for her sister, but when her eyes landed on what was in Fred’s arms she halted. She could see the flaming red hair similar to hers and the blood stained clothing on the unmoving body. Her mouth went agape, hand flying to cover it as her eyes filled with water threatening to escape.

“Please tell me it’s not--.” But Percy simply shook his head, looking at his baby sister with sorrow and Ginny let out a small scream, falling to the ground but was caught by Bill. He stared at the Y/n’s lifeless body, his heart breaking into pieces and he tried desperately to console Ginny, but found it hard to battle his own grief emerging. Molly and Arthur ran upon hearing their daughter’s scream and froze when they saw their son.

“Fred,” Arthur said in a hesitant voice. His son looked at him with tear filled eyes, lips quivering and for Fred, he could feel his body start to shake.

“I-I-I,” he could not find the words, “S-she saved us. She saved us…..” His knees nearly gave out and his brothers Percy and Charlie helped him lower their deceased sister onto the ground. After gently placing the fallen Weasley onto the stone floor, Fred once more collapsed over her body as his grief overpowered him once more. Molly fell back into her husband’s arms, wailing in agony, he too had trouble holding her up as his body racked with sobs. Ginny was still on the floor, being cradled by Bill while Charlie and Percy stood over Fred, rubbing his back with tears of their own falling. 

Onlookers watched with solemn expressions. The sight was gut wrenching but unfortunately resembled many throughout the Great Hall as friends mourned friends and teachers draped blankets over their deceased students.

“No! Not my girl!” Molly screamed, “Please not m-my girl.” She fell to her knees, crawling over to the opposite side of her daughter's body and caressed her cold cheek. Blood was all over her precious face, adorned with cuts and gashes, the most horrific on her head and neck. Molly did not even want to look down at Y/n’s body, for she was afraid of what else had happened to cause her daughter such a horrific death. Arthur could see the gaping wound in Y/n’s torso, his stomach lurching at the sight and he had to turn away as he felt nauseous. 

George burst through the entrance of the Great Hall. He had separated from his family and Fred at some point during the battle which resulted in his anxiety to soar at not knowing where they were. He heard the wounded were being treated in the Great Hall along with the bodies of those who perished being moved until further notice, so the ginger bolted to the location as fast as he could. His eyes scanned every inch of the large dining hall, and soon he could see a group of people with the same colored hair as him, instantly relieved. 

George walked with a rushed pace, slowing with confusion when he heard the wretched cries of his parents and siblings. They were all huddled, blocking his view of the ground. He immediately looked for Fred, becoming relaxed when he saw his brother alive. But George’s stomach dropped at the broken look painted on his twin’s face.

“F-Fred,” he stuttered out as he approached him, “what’s wron----.” Something behind Fred’s shoulder caught his eye, George’s gaze falling to the still figure on the ground. That’s when he realized the fact Fred was kneeling on the ground, hovered over the figure, and his mother was sobbing into their neck. 

His twin lifted his head, turning to meet George’s eyes, which revealed the horrific reality waiting for him. There, lying on the stretcher covered in a dark red--almost black--substance and nearly unrecongnizable, was his sister Y/n. Unmoving. Dead. 

All the air left George’s body, face consorting to match his family as he took in sight. The clothes she wore were tattered. Dirt and grime painted the visible parts of her skin not coated in her blood. Gashes upon gashes. A nasty intrusion on her temple and torso. George felt the bile form in his throat and before he could stop it the redhead was hunched over, spilling the contents of his stomach onto the floor. Arthur instantly went to him, rubbing his back. Once it appeared George had got it all out, Arthur produced a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his son's mouth as he had seemed to freeze.

“Y-Y/n,” he dropped to his knees. Crawling to Fred and their mother. His twin slightly moved aside to give space. George instantly reached for her hand, devastated when the cold touch hit his skin. “No.” Tears dropped from his eyes, George looking to his family for them to say it was all a nightmare. “N-no. No!” 

“George,” Molly whispered, reaching over to comfort him. 

He shook his head, not wanting to believe the truth. “What happened?!” Fred winced, returning to a heap of sobs. 

“She saved us,” Percy whispered, making George look up. “There was an explosion. A-and she pushed us out of the way. A wall came crashing down,” the older Weasley boy flinched, head dropping as he relieved the most horrifying moment of his life. “It crushed her.”

Molly wheeped into her daughter's chest. Picturing the scene. Unable to save her baby girl who she had spent so long wishing for. 

For the twins, it was like a piece of them was now missing. Creating a hole deep in their hearts. They all came into the world together. Y/n first, then Fred, lastly George. How were they supposed to go forward without the third piece of their puzzle? 

This question only surfaced the ocean-sized guilt swimming in their veins. Like Fred had done in the precious moments he held their dying sister, George was replaying all the times he had tormented Y/n. The constant pranking. Humiliating her in front of her friends and schoolmates. Getting her in trouble with their antics when she took the fall. Accusing her of snitching on them. 

George crumbled, clutching onto Y/n’s hand as he lowered his head to her torso. Praying to whoever above to take care of her in the afterlife and begging her spirit to forgive him. Wishing he could turn back time to tell her how much he loved her. He wanted his sister back. 

A cold breeze brushed his ear, almost like a whisper. George thought he felt a hand on his shoulder, but when he turned the closest person to him was Percy, and he was at least five steps away. 

Whatever it was Fred had felt it two. The redheads glancing to one another, anguish filling their gaze. For they had their suspicions of what--or who--was responsible for the touch. 

Turning back to Y/n’s body, Fred and George pictured what life was in store for them without their sister. Reality sunk in. No longer a bright light, but instead dimly lit. 

For what was once three became two. 

#weasley twins #george weasley #fred weasley #weasley twins x reader #weasley twins imagine #fred weasly x reader #george wealsey x reader #weasley!reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #fred weasley fanfiction #george weasley fanfiction #ron weasley #ron weasley imagine #slytherin!reader #platonic!reader #harry potter angst

[screamingoverfiction]

Quiet Girl

Just an angsty/fluffy one-shot. Pairing: Fred Weasley x !f-reader, no mentioned house, some use of Y/n.

Not requested, but I've wanted to finish this draft for a while.

Non-Cannon. Everyone is 17+

First Person and a little Third

Word count: 2.7k

Y/n-

Fred Weasley. Why was he so perfect? How could he sit there, without a care in the world, with that cheeky smirk, and simply exist?

It's unfair. I'm so perfectly average, while he's just- perfect. His eyes are such a rich pretty brown, and his hair is fiery, just like his personality. His funny, witty, and so fucking annoying, but for some reason, I don't care.

But he doesn't notice me. I'm just the quiet girl he sits next to in DADA. He copies off me sometimes, engages in small talk, and cracks jokes about the professor. But after class is over, I don't exist to him anymore.

It's difficult to like him, not because he's unlikable, that's the problem, he's too likable, so I'm basically every other girl. We all want him. He knows he's attractive, always flirting and sticking his tongue down a different girl's throat each week. George is also heavily fought after. The twins are the hottest guys in our year.

I wish he wanted more than my DADA answers. Hell, I study for the class just so we have something to converse about. I couldn't have cared less about that class until this year.

I'm currently in DADA, sitting alone since Fred is probably skipping, much to my dismay. This is the only time I can take to him. In the other classes we have together, he doesn't sit near me.

I frown down at my work, scribbling away at the warm-up Lupin has assigned. He's a great teacher, but I've just never been interested in DADA.

Suddenly, the door to the class opens, all heads turn, and two redheads stumble inside, laughing their asses off.

Internally, I shout with joy, but externally I just roll my eyes when Fred sits in the seat next to me.

"Psst, L/n, think you could spare the answers to the warm-up?" Fred asks hopefully, sending me his infamous cheeky smirk.

I roll my eyes with a sigh and slide the paper across the desk, watching him copy my answers and biting back my small smile.

Fred finished writing and slid the paper back, giving me a grateful nod and a smile. He clapped his hand on my shoulder, making my eyes go wide and my head reel back.

"Thanks, mate," He said with a smile.

He let go of my shoulder, and I slumped back in my seat, face in a grimace, cringing inwardly. He called me mate. Holy shit, I'm so far in the friend zone.

I blew air through my nose, and my face stayed in a frown the entire class. I didn't even snicker at any of his jokes. I was too grumpy. It's not like he'd like me anyway, but it still stung.

After we were dismissed, I picked up my bag and left without another word or glance at Fred. Even when he said bye to me, I just sent him a silent nod.

When I reached my dorm, I collapsed onto my bed, smashing my face into my pillow and screaming. I turned around, staring at my ceiling with a frown.

I'm his mate and not the good kind. Ugh, at least I'm better off than the other girls.

Fucking hell, I need to get over him. I know there's no point in that. He'll just loop you back in with his smile. He radiates happiness.

I hate it.

I sigh and stand up, pacing around my dorm with my arms crossed. I sit back on the edge of my bed and decide to start my homework, but not before the door bursts open.

My three roommates rush in, a blonde, and two brunettes, all giggling about something. I have friends, but I could never seem to click with my roommates.

"Oh hey, Y/n. You look deep in thought," A brunette says, glancing beside her at her friends and giggling like it was some inside joke I didn't get. Her name is Maya.

"Uh, yeah, I guess I am," I say back, feeling my face heat up. I clear my throat and shift my gaze away from them.

They continued chatting for a while. I ignored their conversation, sticking to my homework.

"Did you see Fred today? Merlin what I would do to get him in bed,"

My ears perk up at the mention of his name, and I look over at them, accidentally making eye contact with one of the girls- Amy, the blonde one, but I quickly look away.

"Y/n, do you fancy anyone?" Amy asks, authentic curiosity in her voice. Amy was always the nicest, and I knew she was being genuinely friendly, but Veronica and Maya? Not as much.

I lift my eyes, swallowing thickly before silently shaking my head, hoping they would drop the subject.

I hear a chorus of giggles, and I shift uncomfortably, suddenly insecure about myself in every way.

"I don't really believe you, L/n. Who is it? Diggory? Flint? Come on, we're your friends. You can trust us," Veronica- the second brunette reassures me, but I don't believe her.

"Uh, I'm good," I say, trying to move away from them, but Maya grabbed my arm, forcing me to stay seated.

"Is it Fred?"

My face visibly flushes, and their eyes go wide, identical grins breaking across each of their faces.

"W-What? No, I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered nervously, face still red with embarrassment. I glanced between them, my face desperate, but they didn't care.

Veronica smirked, looking at Maya and Amy. Amy's expression was confused. She cocked her head sideways.

"See you at dinner, L/n," Maya said sweetly, tugging on Amy's arm and pulling her toward the door, whispering something into her ear.

I watched them leave the room, frozen in my spot. I didn't know what they were planning, but it couldn't be good.

I shook it off, convincing myself they wouldn't do anything wrong to me. It's not like I've done anything to them. Why would they try and mess with me?

I sighed, picking up my bag and walking to the door. I hummed quietly to myself while walking to the great hall, staring at my feet and keeping my head low.

I entered the great hall, finally picking my head up and heading towards my house table, but I never made it there.

My eyes found Veronica, Maya, and Amy, but they were standing by Fred.

I froze in my tracks, my eyes widening as their conversation came into my earshot.

"Well, Y/n fancies you told us herself. She's practically obsessed," Maya said with a snarky laugh.

"Merlin, she wouldn't stop talking about how much she wants to-" I tuned out the rest of Veronica's words-lies.

My chest tightened, and my heart felt like it was about to explode. My eyes were wide with hurt, and I could feel tears stinging.

Suddenly, Amy's eyes found mine, her face paled, and her mouth hung slightly agape. She quickly grabbed Veronica's arm, nodding toward me.

Veronica, Maya, Amy, and Fred all stared at me. Fred's eyes held an unreadable emotion. I felt nauseous. Bile rose in my stomach, and I quickly took a step back, knocking into someone, but I didn't care. I needed to get away from them.

I turned on my heels and ran, no, sprinted out of the great hall, tears blurring my vision. I wanted nothing more, than for someone to shoot me between the eyes.

- About a half hour earlier.

Fred-

"You called her your mate?" George asked, bursting into laughter and falling back on his bed.

"I didn't know what else to say!" Fred fired back defensively, his cheeks tinting red.

"You don't call the girl you fancy, mate, you muppet," George stated, shaking his head with an eye roll.

"Well, it's not like she fancies me. She's completely disinterested in me and shows no sign of even tolerating me," Fred sighed, sitting on his bed and running a hand through his hair.

"It can be like that with some girls," George assures his twin. Fred shook his head, biting his cheek and crossing his arms.

"She doesn't laugh at my jokes, won't look at me, rolls her eyes at everything I do. I think she's smiled at me maybe once," Fred muttered, shaking his head again.

"L/n doesn't smile, ever. And I've seen her smile at you, so extra points for Freddie," George snickers, earning a pillow launched at him by Fred.

"Why don't you just grow a pair and ask her out?"

"I'm nervous, Georgie. I've never felt this way about a girl before. I don't want to lose her, and if she rejects me, I'll never even get to talk to her again," Fred says with an exasperated sigh, his face falling into his hands.

"Man, you're whipped," George spoke with a breathy laugh, clapping his brother on the shoulder.

"Fucking hell," Fred mumbled, continuing to vent and ask George for advice the whole way down to dinner.

Once the twins reached the great hall and started toward the Gryffindor table, Fred was corraled by three girls.

He vaguely recognized them, Veronica, Maya, and Amy. Maya and Veronica had tried to sleep with him many times.

"Hey, Freddie," Veronica said with a sweet smile, placing her hand on his arm.

Fred remained unphased, but he carefully removed his arm from her grasp.

"Do you know who Y/n L/n is?" Maya asked, smiling at him and totaling her head sideways.

Fred's heart skipped a beat at the mention of her name, he quickly cleared his throat, shifting on his feet and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I sit next to her in Lupin's," Fred said, looking between the girls wearily. He'd never seen Y/n talking with them.

Amy tugged on Maya's sleeve, whispering something in her ear and trying to pull her away from Fred.

"Shove off, Amy!" Veronica hissed, making Amy stop, hanging her head low.

Fred furrowed his brows, about to defend Amy when Maya's words completely derailed him.

"Well, Y/n fancies you told us herself. She's practically obsessed," Maya said, laughing snarkily and glancing at Veronica, who had an equally sardonic expression.

"Merlin, she wouldn't stop talking about how much she wants to fuck you," Veronica added, making Fred's eyes go wide. His blood boiled in his veins. He angrily clenched his fists. He knew her words were lies made up to put Y/n down, and he hated it.

"Veronica!" Amy quietly hissed, nodding toward someone. Fred looked over, and his heart dropped.

There she was, standing with her bag over her shoulder, her eyes wide, a pained expression on her face. She looked as though she was about to be sick.

Fred didn't know what to say, his mouth was dry, and his head spun with anger.

He watched her back away, then spin on her heel and run.

"Y/n!" He called starting to go after her when someone caught his arm again.

"What are you doing? She's a weirdo! A loser-" Veronica started to say, but Fred harshly cut her off.

"Shut your fucking mouth before I rip out your tongue!" He almost shouted, ripping himself away from her and running out of the great hall, ignoring the whispers.

Fred ran as fast as he could, looking left and right down the hallway, trying to spot her. He cursed when he couldn't spot her. He was starting to panic.

"She's probably at the lake,"

Fred whipped around, scowling down at Amy, narrowing his eyes, and opening his mouth to start going off on her.

"I tried to stop them, I really did, but they're my only friends. I know that doesn't excuse anything. I'm sorry I couldn't do more to stop them, but Y/n goes there to read. I've seen it," Amy says, toying with her fingers and avoiding Fred's eyes.

Fred's expression softened slightly, and he sighed, rubbing his jaw. He didn't know why, but he believed her. Amy was just a lonely girl who made friends with the wrong people.

"Find new friends," Was all he said before he walked past Amy picking up his pace.

Amy sighed, rubbing up and down her arms. She looked at the floor and swallowed, starting to walk back inside when she bumped into George.

-

Y/n-

I couldn't breathe. The tears wouldn't stop. I heaved, gasping between broken sobs, my head in my hands as I cried my heart out.

I sobbed heavily, lifting my eyes momentarily to look out over the lake, sniffling before more sobs escaped my lips.

He'd never look at me the same. He thinks I'm some weird stalker and that I'm obsessed with him. Why would they tell him? What have I done to them?

I'll never show my face again. I'll dig myself a grave and fling myself off the astronomy tower. Hopefully, I'll land inside it.

I tucked my knees to my chest, resting my chin atop them, tears still pouring from my eyes.

"Y/n?"

I quickly turned, my eyes widened momentarily, but I just closed them, resting my head back on my knees.

-

Third Person-

"Go on, tell me how much of a fucking loser I am, that I'm weird, and you'd never fancy someone like me," She said through sobs, her voice cracking.

Fred's eyes went wide. He completely crumbled when he saw her cry. He wished he could take away her pain. Absorb it all just so he could see one of her rare smiles.

"No, no, Y/n, fuck Veronica and Maya are idiots, mongrels. They don't amount to even half of the person you are," Fred said, sitting next to Y/n, his hand going to her chin, tilting her face toward him.

Y/n's eyes went wide, and her head reeled back out of instinct and surprise. Fred swallowed, pulling his hand away.

Y/n blinked at him, reaching up to wipe her eyes. She cleared her throat, looking at the ground and sniffling.

"They were lying," She spoke quietly, running her hands over her arms comfortingly.

There was a pang in Fred's heart. He assumed they were lying, but it still hurt to know the truth. That she didn't fancy him as he did her.

"I thought so," He said, rubbing his neck anxiously.

"I'm not a weirdo. I didn't talk about how much I wanted to fuck you. I swear! I'm not-" Y/n started, but Fred cut her off.

"You shouldn't be defensive. They're the fuckers who should be apologizingly. It's fine that you don't fancy me," Fred said with a small pained smile, trying to hide his disappointment.

-

Y/n-

I turned my head to look at him, furrowing my brows and tilting my head. Was he this dense? It didn't matter anyway. He doesn't like me.

"Fred, they didn't lie about that part," I said quietly, clearing my throat and keeping my eyes on the ground. From the corner of my eye, I swear I saw his head shoot up and his eyes widen.

"I'm gonna go-" I started to say, wiping my eyes again and standing up, but Fred grabbed my wrist as I stood, keeping me from walking away.

Fred stood up, looking at me intensely, his mouth was open, but he said nothing.

"Fuck it," He finally muttered, leaning forward and pressing his lips against mine, briefly kissing me.

He pulled back, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He stepped away from me, probably because of the shocked expression on my face.

"Sorry, I-"

I didn't let him finish his sentence. I grabbed his tie, pulling him down and crashing our lips together. He didn't hesitate, kissing me back with equal, if not more passion.

He cupped my cheek, deepening the kiss. He tasted better than I'd dreamed, and his lips were so soft.

When we finally broke apart. I scoffed sarcastically, crossing my arms over my chest. Fred furrowed his brows.

"Why the hell would you call me your mate?"

Fred closed his eyes, sighing in what I think is relief.

"I thought you were about to slap me," He said with a laugh, smiling that cheeky smirk.

"I'm thinking about it,"

"Can I kiss you again?" He asks, eyes flickering to my lips. I smiled, stepping closer to him, keeping our eyes connected.

"Be my guest,"

#fred weasley #george weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred wealsey fic #fred wealsey x y/n #fred weasley x you #fluff #no smut #angst #hurt/comfort

[eunoiaflow3r]

Harry Potter fics I’m currently working on:

TAGLIST

06/25/23

Harry:

enemies to lovers, forced partners in class.

Ron:

fwb!Ron gets jealous of Y/N and Draco.

Fred:

Fred asks out Y/N bc of a dare - ends up falling in love. (angst, fluff) (longer, will take me a min)

George:

Mutual pining fluff.

Skinny dipping

Draco:

Professor!Draco and college student Y/N find themselves attracted to one another. (longer)

Draco and Y/N sneak around and get caught.

Let me know if you have any ideas for these, or want a request added to this list.

Feedback appreciated🤍

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter fandom #harry potter angst #harry potter fluff #harry potter x reader #ron wealsey oneshot #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley smut #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley angst #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley smut #fred weasley angst #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy imagines #draco malfoy #george wealsey imagine #george weasley x reader #george weasley

[gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley]

earlessly bloody. [g.w. x reader]

Summary: The war took away loved ones, but he was resolute.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: BRIEF brief BRIEF mentions of suicidal thoughts.

* * *

[GIF not by me]

11:23 pm.

Nights were sleepless, cold, and threatening.

The town outside Ottery St. Catchpole had fallen right into the hands of the Dark Lord; burning it down to mere cinders– reduced to nothing but a whisper of what was once bustling with magical life.

Your nightmares had progressively gotten worse– the voices of those who had fallen were wisping around your head, crying out to you to spare them. You could feel their dead touch slowly creeping its way up your leg as if they were trying to drag you down with them to the abyss. 

Muggles, Wizards, Squibs, young, and old. They all fell to the hands of Lord Voldemort.

The face of a noseless man whose withered hand beckoned you, lulling you into his grasp, “Y/N, won’t you join me?”

Slowly, he was getting closer.

And closer.

And closer.

Then,

A ghoulish, hoarse voice, “Kill the spare.”

“Avada Kedavra!” 

A bright bile green.

Then, you jolted awake violently. Tears were trickling down. Your breathing hastened shallowly, fighting for air as your heart pounded, threatening to jump out. Everything was a blurry mess, though. Your vision seemed as though you were looking through a shattered muggle camera lens. Everything seemed disfigured as if the world was rotating at a hundred kilometres per second. 

Before you realised it, furniture was being thrashed around the room. Mirrors had shattered into smithereens. Tables were upturned. Windows were wide open. The wind howled into your ear, sending shivers down the sweaty, sticky skin of your spine; but something else was trying to call out to you. It seemed as though it were trying to pull you back into conscience. Trying to snap out of your magical nightmares.

“Y/N?” the muffled voice was getting progressively louder and louder.

“Y/N!”

Your eyes had finally focused. You were in the present, safe and sound. 

There was no Dark Lord grabbing you, no voices trying to drag you down with them. 

A large, warm, yet rough hand had combed through your hair, “You’re safe now, my love. It’s okay, you’re okay. Everything is okay.”

George.

Your strands fluttered back into place, though some had stuck to the sides of your sweaty temples. Your rugged breathing had slowly stabilised. George’s hand lifted your chin, beckoning your eyes to meet. A warm kiss was placed on the top of your head.

His hazel eyes were dark and fatigued with eyebags laying low underneath. They were stained by the loom of war, but still, they looked lovingly at you, searching your eyes for any sign of distress.  How you’d kill to rid him of all his worries, and he the same.

Molly had rushed into the room with Arthur filing behind. They both had their wands in hand, ready to cast protegos and stupefies, but what they found was the same scene for the last Merlin knows how many nights.

“Oh, Y/N!” Molly cried out with a shuddered breath. 

She rushed over to you, pulled you away, and enveloped you in her warm, motherly embrace.

You couldn’t help but fall right into it.

“When will it end?” You cried as your breathing hitched.

How you wish it could all come to an end. Every now and then, you wondered if by just pointing your wand at yourself– no. You mustn’t. Never. 

Never, ever, ever.

Molly gingerly patted your back as your face deepened into the crook of her neck, staining her sweater with tears, “I know, dear, I know.”

George absentmindedly filled his father in on the details whilst Arthur restored the damaged furniture. He kept his eyes on you, pondering when to drop the bomb. He knew, however, that now was not the time, with you having just recovered from a panic attack and all. He hated seeing you like this, knowing the war had affected you so much even in your sleep. If only…

If only he could keep you safe, forever. And ever.

And ever, and ever.

And ever.

And oh, how he wished he could just take you by the hand, and with a crack, apparate the two of you where the Dark Lord was the least of your worries. A place where he could take you on the back of his broom, chasing sunsets, sunrises, and many more to come.

However, he knew, deep down, for as long as the Dark Lord was alive, your days together were numbered.

Your sunsets and sunrises were indefinite.

* * *

2:57 am.

George had cast a quick Muffliato in the living room. His eyebrows were knit together, face reddening by the second as he pulled at his scalp, ripping out a few ginger strands in the process.

“No! I’m not leaving her! You know how vulnerable she is!” He roared out, pacing the living room back and forth.

Ron, who had arrived half an hour prior, turned to Hermione with a ‘Please help’ look on his face.

Getting the memo, Hermione turned back and tried to place a reassuring hand on George’s shoulder but was quickly shoved back rudely.

With a huff, she straightened her woollen coat, “George," she started, "I understand that Y/N isn’t stable at the moment, but we have to escort Harry to Grimmauld Place! It’s not safe for him at the Dursleys anymore!” her voice laced desperately with reason. Surely he would understand?

Then, for a brief moment, he saw an image of him and Fred carrying Harry in the Gryffindor common room proudly with the golden egg in hand. Harry was one of his closest friends, if not his younger brother. He had helped fund Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, after all. He owed that debt to him. For the rest of his life.

...

But what about you?

The world, or you? You, or the world?

Nevertheless, he knew if he helped save the world, you’d be finally safe again. You were his world. 

No more dreams plagued by Vile Voldie, no more nightmares; just you and him. 

Safe and sound.

Resolute, he finally grabbed his wand that had been flung frustratedly to the corner of the room, and with a swoop of robes, he was in the Floo.

“Well? What are you two waiting for? We have the world to save!”

* * *

3:46 am.

A Patronus had been sent out to you, and before you knew it, you were up, dressed and Floo’d to Grimmauld Place.

The sight in front of you.

Oh, Merlin.

Please, no.

Why?

Why him?

Merlin, why?

Why? Why?

Why?

WHY?

Then, your tears became an ocean.

Terrible. It was all terrible.

If only he hadn’t. If only he were a little more selfish. Oh, Merlin’s beard, it all came crashing down on him. He was an ear lighter. There was a deep, deep, gash in the side of his face.

His clothes were covered in cold, dark, dried crimson. Sparks of black seemed to crackle where his ear would have been.

You howled out, “George!” 

Arthur, Bill, Fleur, and everyone else who had helped in escorting Harry, stood around the couch that nestled the maimed George, almost like a protective barrier.

Your legs barely managed to pick themselves up as you bolted over to him, dropping your wand and satchel. Fred was right beside him, head resting on his abdomen as he grasped his cold hand. Molly’s wand illuminated a warm sort of yellow, trying to ease him of the pain that writhed in the side of his face, as if a bunch of maggots were crawling around, nestling away into the deepest depths of his cheek.

“Dark Magic.” Harry, who had been unscathed save for a few scratches, muttered.

Of all the sacrifices in the world to protect the Boy Who Lived, it just had to be him. You couldn't blame Harry, though. Without him, the Wizarding world would've been burned to ashes by now.

You could barely make out your words in between ugly, mournful sobs, “Oh, my love…”

Hands wrapped gently around his head, you stared at him wondering where you went wrong. What did you do in your past life to deserve such karma? It should’ve been you instead who took that stupid sectumsempra. It should’ve been you, but you had only found out about George joining to escort Harry moments ago after being woken up by a brilliant stag. 

Then, his eyes slowly fluttered open. They were drained of life, hazel and oh so dismally dull. But still, they widened like glass marbles, glistening with tears and red-rimmed from fatigue.

“Y/N? Why’re you–?”

You placed a hand over his mouth, relief lacing your voice as you could only speak a few broken sentences before you were a mess again, “Shh… Rest, my little spark.” 

Then, his chapped, cold lips kissed your palm and you were back in fifth year again.

Waltzing 'round the empty corridors to a slow Muggle tune with his arms around your waist, kissing the palm of the hand that he had lifted up. Then, he'd lift you up, giggling like little children.

What a time to be alive, you reminisced, but was brought back to the present by his silky sweet voice.

“It’s alright, love. I feel saint-like– holey.” You snorted, and so did Fred, whose head had shot up the moment he knew his brother was back, “Holey?”

Fred added, “Out of all the ear-related jokes in this world and you choose ‘holey’?”

The room erupted into raucous, heart-warming laughter; and for a moment– there was no Dark Lord hot on Harry’s trail, or a pack of Death Eaters wreaking havoc. It was just friends and family.

And George, albeit earless and bloody.

* * *

a/n: did anyone else get the wee hamilton reference?

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[vanishingcherry]

Hi!🪄

Can you do a story where the readers is a chubby girl and Harry's siblings and between her and Fred there is something going on (only Fred confessed his feelings).

The reader doesn't believe that Fred feelings are real because he used to make fun of her with George.

Harry and Hermione (as reader best friend) decide to help Fred to make you understand that his feelings are true ( Harry give him some advise on how have your attention: your favorite book, favorite flower, what you like to do on the weekend etc.). Hope you kinda understand what I meant- also, an happy ending?

The rest is up to you, thanks if you'll do it

i mean it

words: 1.4k

a/n: i have no experience and hence wasn’t sure how to write a chubby girl, i tried my best. please do tell me if i’ve written something wrong so that i can change it. 

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Finding out that you, just like your brother, were also magical, was one of the best moments of your life. The one year in which Harry was at Hogwarts and you were at home was torture, the Dursleys giving you extra chores, forcing you to do everything around the house in an attempt to get you energetic. 

“You’re always so lazy. Get up and do something on your own for once, would you?”, your aunt berated one day when you sat down for a minute after trimming the bushes outside. 

However, the next summer when you got your letter, they calmed down, knowing that they couldn't stop you from going. You got sorted into Gryffindor and immediately did your best to become friends with everyone. However, to your dismay, a lot of people didn’t really want to become friends with you. 

Sometimes, you would hear them talking while you took a shower.

“She’s so fat, it looks weird she would be much prettier if she exercised a bit.”

“Yeah, or maybe if she went on a diet. My cousin went on one and...”

Most of the time, you tried to block it out, trying to stay optimistic. You figured that it would jut take some time, but you would fit in, sooner or later. 

Meanwhile, you became best friends with Hermione Granger, who Harry introduced you to. She was great, always helping you with schoolwork and the two of you loved spending time with each other. You mainly hung out with Harry’s friends, who didn’t mind having you around and definitely didn’t tease you, so having another girl in a group was life saving.

Ron, however, wasn’t exactly your favourite. Not because he was bad or anything, but because of his brothers. Fred and George, the troublesome twins that just never seemed to leave you alone. They made all the teasing worse, spreading rumours about how you tried losing weight but couldn’t, or how You-Know-Who cursed you as well, so you would be chubby forever.

You absolutely despised the two of them, hating how everyone laughed at your face when you saw them whispering to each other in the common room. You would find yourself crying in your dorm after lights out, hating the way they and everyone else made you feel. Soon enough, you did start dieting, or tried to at least. 

You would skip one meal a day, instead taking a walk outside. Hermione and Harry realised almost immediately, and started escorting you to meals, making sure one of them was always next to you, making sure you ate enough. You appreciated the effort, of course, but sometimes you wished they hadn’t realised. 

A couple days later, you accidentally walk up the boys dorm while reading a book and hear some shouting. Looking up, you see the door open. Ron and Harry are shouting at Fred and George, who look solemn.

“Are you bloody mad? She already feels like shit, you don’t need to add to it.” You hear Ron’s voice yelling at the top of his lungs. “Mum raised us better than this.”

Harry was stood to the side, adding points in between, slightly conflicted as the Weasleys had been nothing but nice to him. “Look guys, I and Y/N would appreciate it if you just stopped. It’s hurting her and me.”

Fred looked to the side and saw you. Making eye contact, you leave, running to your dorm, avoiding all four of the boys for the next few days. 

Eventually, they apologize and you accept it.

---

For the next few years, you kept distance from them, and they from you. Occasionally you would run into each other when you stayed over at the Burrow, but other than that, they stopped troubling you and you didn’t say much to them.

One night when you were back at Hogwarts, you were coming back from a late night study session in the library when Fred took ahold of your arm. 

“Hey, uh, can I talk to you?” His voice was unsure, nervous. 

Frowning, you replied. “Yeah, is something wrong?”

“No uh, look I- I wasn’t sure how to do this so um- I like you.”

Taken aback, you double check to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you. When he repeats what he said, you can’t help but start laughing. 

“You’re not being serious. Look, if this is some sort of elaborate joke, it’s not working Fred.” You head back to your dorms, leaving Fred standing there in the middle of the hallway, a shocked look on his face. 

He realises that you didn’t trust him anymore, not after the way he treated you. Honestly, he didn’t blame you. He was downright stupid for treating you like that, and he really did regret it. At that moment, he decided that he would do everything he could to make you like him.

Over the next few weeks, unbeknownst to you, he was constantly cornering Harry and Hermione, asking them what all you liked in order to gain your attention. At first the both of them were confused, wary at his sudden interest in you. But, after he confessed to them the reason behind his endeavours, they were more than happy to help. 

Harry would tell him funny stories from your childhood, while Hermione would share with him your favourite books and things you did over the weekend.

Following that, you would often enter the common room to find Fred on one of the couches, lounging as he read some of the books you liked. It was a surprise every week as he picked up a new one. One day, you decided to go over to him.

“Nice book?”, you asked. 

“Yup! This bit’s actually really interesting.” Fred tilts the book towards you, so that you can read what chapter he’s on.

“Hmm.”

He scoots over and pats the space next to him, inviting you to read with him. Taking a quick glance at the clock, you figured you could take a break for a while before going back to studying, and sat down next to Fred. It became a habit, every day the two of you would read a chapter together before you went your separate ways. It soon became his and your favourite part of the day. 

“Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”, Fred asked one night. “We can go to Honeydukes, i’ve been wanting some Peppermint Toads.” He had remembered a conversation with Hermione in which she revealed to him your favourite candy. 

“You like Peppermint Toads? Huh. I always put you up as a Fizzing Whizzbees type of guy.”

Fred scratched behind his neck as he awkwardly chuckled. “No, I like Peppermint Toads quite a bit. Come with me, won’t you? I’ll pay.”

Giving a small smile, you accept. 

---

You and Fred got extremely close over the next few months, and you found yourself developing a small crush on him. However, you were still hesitant, remembering the way he treated you when you were younger. 

A few days later it was Valentine’s Day, and Fred figured it was the perfect day to try again.

He walked up to you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers and handed them to you with a shy smile, cheeks and ears bright red. 

“Thank you? Happy Valentine’s to you too Fred.”

“I like you. I meant what I said last term. I really did mean it, I swear.”

You sigh, not sure how to reply. “Fred, look, I like you too, I do. But I just-”

“You don’t trust me.”

“No, it’s not that I don’t trust you, I-”

“I know what I did Y/N, and I am so, so, so sorry. I was stupid and young and I meant it when I apologized. Look, I get that you might not want to go into this, but I just need one chance. I promise I’ve changed.”

You stay silent for a second, thinking of whether or not you should give him the chance. He really did seem to have changed, and he had been really nice to you. Plus, the part of you that crushed on him was going crazy right now. 

“Okay, yeah!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, c’mon.” You look your arm through his, the other still holding the flowers, as you head to great hall. 

“Wait uh, how did you know that this was my favourite flower? And come to think of it, you’ve been really interested in my favourite things recently.”

“Oh, um, Harry and Hermione sorta helped, y’know like told me what all you liked.”

“They did huh?”

---

a/n: i wasn’t sure how to end it, so sorry about that.

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[itsthewritergal]

Not until I see her - F.W. x reader

Summary: Y/N isn’t who Fred thought she was.. 

TW: Bullying, shouting, a few swears (I think that’s it) Not proof read I’m sorry!! 

Enjoy :) xxx 

The sound of typing filled the small office, Fred knew instantly that it was the new shop manager, Y/N, she had only just been hired but seemed to spend every single waking minute working tirelessly on the books or ordering. 

“Morning” Fred said quietly attempting not to startle her, she lifted her head up and gave Fred an award winning smile. Fred felt his breath get taken away each time she grinned at him, there was something so perfect about her energy that just made Fred want to spend every single waking moment with her. 

“Hey Fred, how are you?” She beamed, running a hand through her perfectly curled hair,

“I’m good, you’re looking well” he commented

“Thank you! I thought I’m trying out a new mascara so it must be working” She chuckled, looking up at Fred as he took a few steps closer to her, there was a flash of something behind her eyes something Fred couldn’t put his finger on. 

“You’re in early” He said trying to pull his attention back to work, it was far to easy to forget that Y/N was his employee 

“Sorry, I should have mentioned it’s just that I knew we had to make another order of Pygmy Puff food, couldn’t let them starve” she chuckled

“I didn’t even notice that” Fred said scratching the back of his neck, suddenly filled with embarrassment that Y/N was doing his job for him 

“That’s why you hired me!” She grinned “You shouldn’t have to worry about things like that”

“Still, I’m sorry” Fred said 

“You don’t need to be, you’re the boss you’re not supposed to be doing anything” She said 

“Not sure that’s totally true” Fred said 

“Pretty sure that’s why all managers get hired” she said, 

“Look at you two early birds” George stepped into the office and made his way straight to the coffee machine “You know I never will understand why we keep the good coffee in here and not in our flat” He said to Fred, 

“Because we like to give our employees a reason to keep working” 

“Yeah the coffee’s the only reason” Y/N grinned, hoping Fred didn’t notice the way her gaze lingered on him for a second too long 

“Well Georgie we better get opening up the shop” Fred said 

“You go, I need at least another coffee before I have to face anyone yet” George said 

“I’ll be down as soon as I’m done” Y/N said with a gentle smile 

— — — 

“Sorry I was so long, the delivery date said they couldn’t deliver before next month, so I had to call up the company - well long story short they’re delivering it tomorrow but before 9 so I’m happy to come in early as I sorted it?” She said 

“I couldn’t ask you to come in early, I’ll make sure George is up!” Fred grinned 

“I’m sure he’ll be thrilled” Y/N said quietly Fred let out a hearty laugh, Y/N felt as though her heart grew three times as big just from the sound. 

“Hey Freddie!” Angelina called as she stepped into the shop, Y/N instantly turned her back to her and busied herself with tidying up the shelf which Fred had already tidied just a few minutes before 

“Hey Angie, we don’t usually see you this way, what’s up?” 

“Just thought I’d check up on you, I heard you hired a manager” She commented “I wanted to check them out!” 

“Well you’re in luck, Y/N?” Fred said tapping Y/N on the shoulder, she turned so Angelina couldn’t see her face but Fred could, her smile had been wiped away and she attempted to beg Fred to not introduce them, but he didn’t quite get her signals, “This is Y/N, Y/N this is Angelina” 

“It’s wonderful to meet— Merlin, You’re Y/N!” She said a wicked smile crossing her face 

“You two know each other?” Fred asked 

“No”

“Yes!” 

They spoke at the same time, Y/N silently wishing the ground would swallow her whole 

“Freddie you don’t remember do you?” Angelina laughed, “Uncurl the hair and take off the makeup and you’ve got the Y/N I know” She grinned 

“What are you talking about” 

“Fugly Y/N” Angelina said 

“Angie!” Fred stopped her instantly 

“Come on Freddie you were the one that came up with the nickname” Angelina laughed 

“Y/N, oh Merlin you’re right I do remember now!” Fred laughed, Y/N pushed the tears away from falling,

“You’ve really changed Y/N” Angelina said “Make up really can do wonders, but sadly it can’t change you that much, I can’t believe Fred hired you” 

“I’ve uhh got a thing to do” Y/N said turning away from Angelina 

“Hang on a second” Angelna said and suddenly Y/N was transported back to fourth year when Angelina made it her goal to ruin Y/N’s life “Freddie, can I ask you something?” 

“What?” Fred said, his voice seemed strained but Y/N didn’t pick up on it 

“Would you have hired her if you had known this Y/N was Gryffindor’s resident freak?” Angelina asked, Fred hesitated for a second “I guess that’s a no then” 

“I have to go” Y/N said hurrying off in the direction of the office 

— — — 

“You ok Y/N?” George asked kicking his feet off of the desk as she walked in, 

“I need to go home” She said, George looked shocked he was never the one who Y/N went to when there was an issue, that was always Fred

“Uh I guess that’s fine, is everything ok?” 

“I need to go George” She repeated

“Yeah go, go, just let me know if I can help with anything” George said quietly 

Within the second Y/N had disapperated out the room, 

“Where is she?” Fred asked bursting into the room 

“Who?” George said 

“Y/N, where is she?” Fred said hurriedly 

“She went home” George said simply “What is going on?” He asked “It’s Y/N, from school” Fred said 

“Y/N?” George asked 

“Yeah, Fugly Y/N. You know that poor girl we terrorised for fun? Yeah that’s Y/N” 

“Shit” George said as the pieces fell into place 

“Angie came and made the connection and it just started again and I need to find her and apologise” 

“Fred please tell me you didn’t call her that again?” George asked, his brother didn’t even need to reply George already knew the answer from the way Fred looked at him, “How didn’t we make that connection?” “Because she’s different now” 

“You’ve got a lot of apologising to do, you were the one who made that nickname up” 

“Yeah but I didn’t do it because she was ugly” Fred snapped

“Why did you do it then?”

“Because, because” 

“Because you liked her and didn’t want anyone else to” George said putting the pieces together “Look I was young and stupid and didn’t know what else to do” Fred said frustratedly 

“You’re an idiot” 

“Yes I know, but I need to go and apologise, so just cover me okay?!” 

“Yeah fine” 

— — — — — 

Fred knocked on the door, he straightened his back as the door swung open. He was met with a rather angry looking Draco, 

“Go” He said simply 

“Malfoy what the hell? Where’s Y/N?” 

“We’re roommates, and she doesn’t want to see you so go” he said standing in the centre of the doorway so Fred couldn’t even push through if he wanted to 

“How do you even know each other?” 

“Well after you ruined her life she came to me, old family friends. You’re not about to hurt her again” “I’m not leaving, not until I see her” 

“Then you’re going to be here a bloody long time” Draco said bluntly 

“Here” Y/N’s voice called from further into the house, a letter floated delicately towards Fred

“What is this?” Fred asked as the letter dropped into his hand, 

“Her resignation, see it wouldn’t have come to this if you had proved you’ve changed but your hesitation suggests you haven’t so off you go” Draco said 

“Y/N please, I need to apologise” Fred raised his voice “I was stupid and young and didn’t know what to do” 

“Go” Draco said, 

“it’s ok Draco, he’s not going to go” Y/N said coming to the door 

“Y/N please just let me explain everything” 

“Come in” She said bluntly leading him to what looked like a lounge area, she sat on one sofa and Fred took the seat next to her

“I screwed up, really badly” Fred said 

“Why did you hesitate?” She asked 

“What?” 

“When Angelina asked you if you would hired me when you knew you hesitated” 

“No no no, I didn’t hesitate I was still taking everything in, I swear I didn’t hesitate” He said grabbing Y/N’s hands 

“I thought we could move past it, but I don’t think I can now. You were the one who made my life miserable because of that stupid nickname” 

“Look I’ll admit that I made it up but it’s not what you think” 

“What is it then? You were bored and wanted a bit of fun? You were secretly in love with me and didn’t want anyone else to like me? You were—“

“Okay it is what you think, I’m not sure I’d call it love but I liked you back then and Oliver was going around saying he was going to ask you out and it was the first thing that came to mind” 

“Please tell me you’re joking” Y/N said “You ruined my entire school life because you liked me?” 

“It was stupid and reckless and immature but I’m not that guy anymore” 

“Fred I can’t do this, I’ve heard you out so please can you just go now?” 

“Please Y/N” 

“No Fred just go” 

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George Weasley

❤️: Fluff

💔: Angst

✨: Smut

Oneshots:

Comfort ❤️

You're stressed out and George helps you feel better.

SFW

Warnings: Tiny bit of bad language, crying

Letter from the Burrow ❤️

George writes to you from the Burrow and reminds how much he loves you.

SFW

Warnings: None (I think)

Cute Date ❤️ (💔)

George takes you on a lovely date. (Dating)

SFW

Warnings: Bad language, Fred scaring people, George being sad

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[trashmoutth]

When I see you again (Fred Weasley x Reader)

PART 1. 2.

female!reader, Gryffindor!reader

Summary: It takes place during the Second Wizarding War, months after Bill and Fleur's wedding. Reader is on the run after her family has been caught by the Snatchers. Loosely following cannon.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader (mentioned)

Characters: Dean Thomas, Fred Weasley (mentioned),George Weasley (mentioned), Ted Tonks (mentioned)

Warnings: war, mentions of death, angst, english is not my first language so there might be grammatical mistakes, capital letters, etc.

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It was the break of dawn. You did not dare to travel during the day in case any Snatchers might be creeping around. However, travelling at night seemed even more terrifying considering that’s when dementors, inferi and other dark creatures were most active. You were on your own for months, travelling from place to place, never staying anywhere more than just a few days. You did not think it was wise to come back to the Godric’s Hollow, and all the safe houses provided by the Order seemed to be heavily protected by charms and spells, so you could not find any of them. You spent most of your time travelling through the countryside. Camping in the woods or hiding in abandoned muggle houses. The latter was a lot riskier since the streets were often infested with dementors. Muggles didn’t know what was going on since they couldn’t see them, but the terror they felt by their presence was enough to chase most of them away from their homes.

You were intentionally avoiding all magical places you could think of. You knew there was no place you could go to be completely safe, but there was no way you would not run into a Death Eater in the middle of the Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade. You didn’t even dare to try to go back to the Burrow. To be honest, you feared what you might find there if you did.

Your hiding tactic was going quite well, in fact, you had gotten quite skilled at protective spells and charms and were even getting better at transfiguring objects into something edible. However, being cut off from the rest of the wizarding world had its downgrades. There was no way for you to hear any news of your friends and family. You occasionally turned on this muggle invention called television, but since muggles weren’t really aware of what was actually going on, they weren’t broadcasting much useful information. A part of you was glad, at least you heard no familiar names amongst the ones of missing muggles. But sitting there, completely cut off from everything and everyone, was getting more and more exhausting, and quite frankly, you believed it would be a lot less terrifying to actually get caught by a Snatcher.  

After careful consideration, you decided to go back to your family’s vacation home. The last time you were there, the village was crawling with trolls and acromantulas, but that was months ago! Surely, it must have been cleared out by now! And if not… well you would cross that bridge when you get to it.

So, at the break of dawn, you gathered all of your most valuable things, your wand, a cloak and a couple of tin cans you found in one of the houses you were hiding in, and disapparated.

Two seconds later you felt yourself landing face down onto something sharp and cold. A painful groan escaped your lips as you felt your nose had just been hit by something that felt like a brick. You then realised you didn’t land face down, but instead, bumped right into a tall stone wall you assumed used to be a part of someone’s home. You lifted your wand and quietly whispered:

“Episkey!”

The pain stopped almost instantly only to be replaced by a shocking realisation the moment you turned around to see where you were.

You were exactly in the place you wanted to be, only the place looked nothing like it was supposed to. You were thankful for the absence of trolls and acromantulas, but the reason for their absence was that there was absolutely nothing around that they could possibly prey upon. There were no people, no roads, houses or plants… it was a wasteland. As you turned around trying to find any shape of something that used to be your old vacation home, a terrifying thought had crossed your mind. A thought you were trying so hard to push away for months.

Where… are they?

Tears began to fill your eyes and before you could stop you let out a desperate, heart aching sob. It felt like a punch to the gut. Your legs were no longer listening to you, and you collapsed to the ground.

“Please… please…! Where are they? Someone… anyone…?” you sobbed.

A part of you hoped that someone or something would show up and help you. A Patronus, a house elf, a bird…  at this point you would even greet a troll with open arms

But no one was coming to save you. There you were, all by yourself, in the middle of the rubble that used to be your family’s backyard. During the months of running and hiding you had not once felt as alone and hopeless as you did in that moment. You crumbled completely, thinking of all the people that meant anything to you. You parents, younger cousins still being forced to attend Hogwarts, friends you last saw during Bill and Fleur Weasley’s wedding. Oh, what you would give for just one familiar face showing up, picking you up the ground and embracing you, telling you everything was going to be okay. Telling you all of them were alive and well. That your parents escaped the Snatchers’ grip and were somewhere in a safe location. That your cousins were able to escape this now dreadful place that used to bring you so much joy during your school years. That your friends were somewhere out there, searching for you and wishing you were with them. But no one was coming, and by the looks of it, no one was going to.

You considered just staying there, in the middle of a wasteland. Crying yourself to sleep and hoping to die before you must wake to this dreadful reality.

However, after the tears have dried out, you managed to pluck up all the remaining strength and bravery that was left in your malnourished, sleep deprived body, and somehow, stand back up on your trembling feet. You took a deep breath and forced yourself to take a step forward. Then another one. By the third one you were on the verge of collapsing yet again, but then, something unexplainable happened. You blinked in confusion.

You realised you no longer knew where you were. You knew you were travelling somewhere, that there was a reason for you to be standing here, in the middle of nowhere, but you couldn’t for the life of you remember what it was. You looked around, hoping to gain some clarity, but it was useless. It was as if someone had just gone inside your head and altered your memories. A surge of panic went through your body. You turned back around and returned to the place you were standing two seconds ago. And then you remembered. You remembered everything you knew a moment ago. This was your vacation home. You came here to find someone. Anyone. How could you possibly forget that?

You took two steps forward again, and your mind went blank. Once again, you blinked in confusion and frustration.

What is happening?

You took two steps back again and remembered.

Two steps forward, forgot.

Two steps backward, remembered.  

Through the cloud of bewildering uncertainty caused by this development, another thought hit you like a train wreck. A thought that caused you to feel a spark of something you hadn’t felt in a really long time. A spark of something you never thought you’d feel again. Hope.

A shocked giggle escaped your lips.

It was a spell!

A cloaking spell! Someone was hiding right there in front of you, in your own house! That’s why you couldn’t remember anything when you walked forward. Someone was there, perhaps watching you at this very moment. Someone who didn’t want to be found. Which could only mean…

“Mum?”, you called out.

“Dad?”

No one answered.

“Please, if anyone’s there, it’s me, Y/N! Your cloaking spell is very strong, I can’t see anything!”

You waited patiently for someone to answer, but no one did. You thought to yourself that perhaps it wasn’t such a great idea to be standing here screaming. What if it wasn’t one of your own? What if it was a trap? But you pushed those thoughts away. You were way too tired and desperate to be questioning this miracle that has presented itself.

So what if it was a trap? Nothing can be worse than this uncertainty! You sat down in the rubble and stared at the seemingly blank space in front of you, your eyes scanning every detail of it in hopes of seeing someone appear.

“Maybe they didn’t hear me?”, you thought to yourself.

But before you could do or say anything else, a muffled, but somehow familiar voice yells out something in your direction. You tried to stand up, but before you could do that, the same voice exclaimed,

“Petrificus Totalus!”

Your entire body stiffened up. You couldn’t move. Your eyes widened in terror as you heard footsteps approaching. Then, a figure appeared in front of you. You could see his face clearly.

It was the last person you expected to see there, and yet, despite the fact he had just petrified you, you were never so happy to see anyone in your entire life.

It was Dean Thomas.

...

Dean was just being careful; you couldn’t blame him for that. However, lying there petrified, without the ability to speak, was getting really frustrating. You thanked your lucky stars that it was a classmate and not a Death Eater standing in front of you, because now that you’ve thought of it, that could’ve easily been the case. You should’ve been more careful.

Dean circled around you like a vulture, his wand still up and pointed at you. He examined your face, the clothes you were wearing and your wand. He took the little bag you were carrying and emptied it. When he realised there was nothing in it except two portions of canned beans, he finally sighed in relief and whispered,

“Finite Incantatem!”

Your body relaxed.

“Dean!”

Your mouth was dry and the words that came out of it sounded like a squeak, but you did not let that bother you. Not in this moment.

“Dean, it’s so good to see you…”

“Not so fast!”, he whispered and pointed his wand back at you, “First tell me who you are!”

“You don’t know who I am?”, you asked in confusion.

That was highly unlikely. Dean and you weren’t exactly the closest of friends, but you did know each other. You spent five years in the same common room, often chatting about muggle movies and music, not the mention all the times you spent helping him and Seamus Finnigan with their homework. Two years ago, you even attended the same secret club at Hogwarts called Dumbledore’s Army.

“No, I know who you are”, he said heavily, “I just want to see if you know it”.

You blinked.

He wants to be sure it’s not a trick.

“Oh… okay…”, you started, “My name is Y/N Y/LN. I was in the Gryffindor house at Hogwarts, two years above you. I… I used to watch you argue with Oliver Wood about soccer! Yes, you were saying it’s a more exciting sport than Quidditch… until he accidentally knocked over a candle and almost burnt down the entire Gryffindor tower”.

The memory of that made you chuckle. It felt like centuries ago! Even the corners of Dean’s lips flickered like he was holding back a smile.

“Yeah… do you remember what happened next?”, he asked, still not entirely convinced.  

“Yes… McGonagall rushed in and put out the fire… nobody wanted to tell her who did it and Fred and George blamed it on Peeves…”.

You cleared your throat. The mention of Fred and George Weasley felt like a stab in the heart. You rubbed your eyes before tears could come out, trying to make it seem like a nonchalant action, but Dean wasn’t fooled. However, this subtle burst of emotion at the mention of your two best friends seemed to convince him it was really you, and he finally lowered his wand.

He put his hand on your shoulder, and you threw yourself at him, pulling him into a hug. He was a bit startled by this action, but in the next moment he wrapped his arms around you and returned the embrace.

“Dean… what are you doing here?”, you asked after finally letting him go.

“I’m in hiding, of course”, he said.

“Yes… but what are you doing here?”, you pointed at the wasteland around you.

“Oh, right…”, he smiled apologetically and whispered, “The Unseen Village 32”.

For a moment you were standing there in confusion. Then, two very long seconds later, a large yellow building appeared right in front of you. Before you could stop yourself, you cried out in amazement. It was your family house, a bit rugged and damaged, but it was definitely still standing!

You were lost for words. Dean took you by the hand and led you through the front door. The inside of the house was almost completely preserved.

“It’s a Fidelius charm”, he explained, “I’m the secret keeper of this house, nobody can find it unless I tell them the location”.

“Fidelius?”, you raised your eyebrows, “Isn’t that like, really advanced magic?”

“Well, yes…”, he scratched the back of his head, looking almost embarrassed, “But I had some time to practice it. Ted Tonks taught me how to do it before he… you know”, a flicker of pain appeared in his eyes.

“Ted… Tonks? Nymphadora Tonks’ father?”.

You knew Nymphadora Tonks was a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Her family home was one of the safe houses the Order was using during the night Harry Potter was moved from Little Whinging.

Your home in the Godric’s Hollow was one of the safe locations as well. In fact, it was the house in which Arthur and Fred Weasley showed up. You could see their faces as clear as day. Arthur was bewildered, shaking, and rushing through your house, trying to get to the Potrkey as soon as possible. Fred was on the verge of tears.

 “What happened? What’s wrong?”, you kept asking.

The words that followed your question still haunted you to this very day,

“Someone’s been hit. We think it’s George”.

Dean’s voice pulled you back to the current moment.

“Anyway, this was the only house that was still standing after the acromantulas have cleared up… or so it seemed. You never know, there might be others out here, using protective spells and what not…”

“Right…”, you shook your head, trying to focus on his words, “Well, it’s a very powerful spell. Thank Merlin you came out, I would’ve driven myself insane trying to figure out why my mind is suddenly going blank”.

“Sorry for petrifying you, I had to be sure it wasn’t a trick”.

You nodded,

“I would’ve been offended if you hadn’t”, you said teasingly.

Dean chuckled.

“Well, I knew you were out there, they mentioned you the other day in the PotterWatch”.

You shook your head in confusion.

“In the what?”

Dean seemed just as confused as you.

“In the… PotterWatch. You have been listening to PotterWatch, right?”

“Dean, I have no idea what you’re talking about”, you said sincerely, “You’re the first person I’ve talked to since I ran away”.

“What… you’ve been on your own this entire time?”

“Yes”

“Well how did you… how did you make it?”, he was baffled.

You shrugged.

“Honestly… I don’t know. I’ve been avoiding crowded spaces and scavenging for food… I’ve gotten pretty good at protective charms as well”.

Dean looked almost impressed. You blushed.

“Blimey! That’s… I wouldn’t have lasted three days on my own”, he said.

“Aren’t you on your own now?”, you asked.

He smiled sadly.

“I was with Ted until recently…  Oh!”, he jumped up, startling you, “That reminds me!”

He looked around the room and rushed towards something that was sitting at the small coffee table next to the dusty red sofa on your right. It looked like a small, dirty box. He took the box in his hands and started tapping on it with his wand while mumbling something.

“Oh, I’m sure it was… Padfoot? No… Fawkes! No, hang on…”

After a few minutes of tapping and mumbling, he yelled out in excitement,

“Ah, there it is!”

You heard a couple of muffled voices coming from the box.

It’s a radio, you realised.

The voices were getting louder and clearer, until finally, you recognised who they belonged to.

“…to introduce our new correspondent, "Rodent"!

“I'm not being Rodent! I told you, I want to be "Rapier"!”

“Fred!”, you cried out and grabbed the radio from Dean’s hand.

You couldn’t believe it. It was Fred. And George! They were alive! They were fine! Oh, it felt so good to hear their voices! You felt a warm, excited feeling spreading through you, as if your heart finally started beating properly again.

“Oh alright, "Rapier"! Could you tell our listeners the various stories you've heard about the Chief Death Eater?”

“Yes I can. As our listeners will know, unless they've taken refuge at the bottom of a garden pond…”

This made you chuckle loudly, as tears were filling your eyes yet again. However, this time you didn’t try to stop them, and instead, you just let them silently slide down your cheeks.

“…You-Know-Who's strategy of remaining in the shadows is creating a nice climate of panic! Mind you, if all alleged sightings of him are genuine, there must be nineteen You-Know-Whos running around!”

You didn’t even pay attention to the words he was saying. They weren’t important. Who cares about You-Know-Who? Who cares about Death Eaters? Nothing was as important as the fact that you could hear Fred Weasley’s cheerful voice coming from this small, dusty box. You savoured every sound it made, clenching it firmly in your grip, like you were afraid the voice would disappear if you didn’t.

After a few minutes the broadcast had ended. You raised your eyes to meet Dean’s, almost as if you were silently begging him to bring the voice back. Dean was leaning on the doorway, clearly a bit uncomfortable, but wanting to let you have your moment with the radio. You felt a bit embarrassed. Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke gently,

“This was from a few weeks ago… I actually wanted to show you another one…”

He carefully took the radio from your hands and started tapping on it again, mumbling words that you realised were passwords to access the radio line.

“Ah, yes… this one”, he handed you the radio again.

You sat down at the red sofa and placed the little box near your right ear with the nervous excitement.

“Well, dear listeners, we have a very special announcement today that might lift up your spirits”, you heard George’s voice say.

“It has certainly lifted ours!”, Fred continued.

“We are very happy to inform you that a group of our favourite “Undesirables” and muggleborns has just been rescued from the Ministry and is currently transferred to a safe location”.

“The freed are alive and well and mostly unharmed”.

“Mostly unharmed? What does that mean, mostly unharmed, Rodent?”.

“Well, “Tentacula” …”

“Tentacula!?”

“It means that all off them have managed to keep all of the limbs they had before they were captured!”

“So, if someone was missing a leg before…?

“They didn’t grow it back, but they did most likely keep the other one!”

“What are the names of the freed, Rodent?”

“I told you, it’s “Rapier”!”

“Sorry, Rapier!”

“Well…”

You were clinging onto the radio for dear life while listening to the names Fred was listing. Your heart was racing. You heard lots of familiar names, some of them were your friends, your acquaintances, people you’ve only met once, people you studied with at the library at Hogwarts…

“And of course, last but not least…”

You clenched your jaw in anticipation. When Fred said the names of your parents, a quiet sob escaped your lips.

They are fine! They are fine! They are alive and they are safe! Everything is alright!

Fred’s voice suddenly deepened in uncharacteristic seriousness.

“However, even though Mrs. and Mr. Y/LN are safe and sound, their daughter Y/N is still presumed to be missing”.

“What would you say to Y/N if you knew she was listening?”, George’s voice asked.

“I’d tell her that her family is alive and well and desperate for news of her whereabouts. As are quite frankly, all of us here at the PotterWatch”.

“Well, there you have it, dear listeners! On that note we are ending this very special episode of PotterWatch!”

“Protect yourselves”.

“And each other!”

“And as always…”

“Support Harry Potter!”

You were still holding onto the radio a few minutes after the episode ended. Dean didn’t say anything, and you were grateful for that. You were still savouring the words you just heard. Fred and George’s voices. The names of your friends that were confirmed to be freed from the Ministry. The names of your family. You didn’t even realise you were shaking until Dean gently put his hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him in a surprise, as if you had completely forgotten that he was still there. He smiled at you softly as you put your hand onto his and squeezed it. There was only one thought on your mind. You looked straight into Dean’s eyes in a sudden burst of determination and said, in a quiet but clear voice,

“Dean… We have to find them”.

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[george-weasleys-girl]

Take Care of Each Other

Warnings: angst, death of a major character, George grieving

Summary: An old friend returns on the morning of Fred's funeral.

This is a continuation of sorts to Oh, Brother. It's not necessary to read the first one, but it will give you a bit more background to this story.

~•~

It was the morning of Fred's funeral and the Weasley family was gathered at the Burrow. Charlie came downstairs from his bedroom with something in his hand. "Hey, George. I found this in my old trunk. I guess somebody thought it was mine and tossed it in there."

"Oh--wow. Thanks, Charlie. I always wondered what happened to him." George's voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

You felt more than heard your husband shudder. "Wanna walk outside, Georgie?"

He nodded.

Once you were far away from the ears and eyes of his family, George's composure broke. You felt his knees buckle as he clutched Beans to his chest. Sinking down with him, you held him close until his wracking sobs subsided.

"Fred always wanted Beans." George said, still clutching his lost treasure. "We fought over him all the time."

You knew all the stories of the infamous Beans. When George and Fred were three years old, George found the tiny, purple, stuffed dragon at a rummage sale and just had to have him. He named him Beans after his favorite food at the time. For the next few years he and Fred clashed over the toy, resulting in more than a few bruises and a bit of bloodshed on one occasion.

Eventually, as they got older, George played less and less with his wee dragon, and the fighting over Beans stopped altogether.

Then, at some point, the tiny beast disappeared. That's when the jokes started.

"I know you have him." George would tease.

"Who?"

"Beans. I know you two secretly cuddle at night."

"Well, of course we do. I don't flop around like a fish out of water in my sleep. The poor fellow can finally get a decent night's rest."

~•~

Over time, what started out as a joke, became a way for George and Fred to say 'I love you' to one another, without actually saying the words. The two of them joked about Beans the last night Fred was alive, before The Battle of Hogwarts.

So, it was only natural that George made the choice he did.

~•~

After the funeral, you and George lingered while everyone else went outside. You stood together next to the casket and you pulled Beans from the inside of your cloak, handing him to George.

"Freddie, look, it's Beans." George said, holding up the little purple dragon. "Charlie found him in his trunk. You're finally off the hook, mate," he chuckled, placing Beans next to Fred. "He's gonna look after you while we're apart. But, I want him back when we see each other again, so you look after him, too."

You and George stayed with Fred until Bill stepped back inside. "Sorry," he apologized. "They're ready to head to the cemetery."

You nodded. "We'll be out in a moment."

Once Bill was gone, the two of you turned back to Fred.

"We gotta go." George's voice cracked. "I love you, Freddie." He reached down and briefly touched Fred's hand and then touched Beans. "I love you too, Beans. Take good care of each other."

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[m0ldymushr00mz]

I want a Fred and George Weasley x reader fanfic where there both in love with me but I can’t find any ☹️

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[harrypotterandmarvelfics]

George Weasley x Female!reader

This fic is based off the song Hurricane by Luke Combs so just pretend that song come out already.

Summary: While on a night walk, George hears music. He follows it to find the girl he left but misses dearly. Turns out she does too.

Warnings: break ups and crying. Let me know if I missed any.

He couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard he tried. He went on a walk around the outside of the forbidden forest but not go in it. He was about half way around when he started to hear a guitar and a females voice. Singing.

“I was feeling like myself for the first time. In a long time.”

He recognized that voice but couldn’t tell if he was right so he listened more by getting closer. And once he was closer he hid behind a tree. He still couldn’t tell who it was.

Her back was facing him.

“Then you rolled in with your hair in the wind, baby without warning. I was doing alright but just your side had my heart stolen.”

Who was that girl singing about? Obviously it was someone they missed. But who?

“The moon went hiding, the stars quit shining. Rain was driving, thunder, lightning. You wrecked my whole world when you came and hit me like a hurricane.”

The girl stopped singing and she stopped playing the guitar. George took this as a opportunity to walk towards her. When he got next to her, he gasped.

“Y/n?” She turned around to look at George. He was shocked she could sing but even more so that she missed him.

“George! What are you doing here?”

“On a walk. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t know you could sing.”

“We’ll you didn’t really stay long enough to find that out.” She replied but not snappy.

“You miss me?” He asked

“Yes I do. I don’t understand what I did wrong.” She looked up at him. Her big dough eyes that he loved so much.

“You didn’t. I was mad and needed space and I didn’t want to run back to you because I was scared.” He admitted. He still started in your eyes.

“I meant everything I said.”

“I do too.” He leaned in and kissed her. He was surprised when she kissed him back.

“I love you Y/n. I promise not to every leave you again.”

#harry potter #george weasley x reader #hp fic #george weasley angst #george wealsey imagine #george weasley

[avalynlestrange]

George Weasley

Masterlist

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Back to The Library (Main Masterlist) To The Kitchen (WIPs)

Send me an owl post if you have a fic request.

Tone: ♡ Fluff ♥ Angst ❥ Suggestive Themes

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[gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley]

My darling. [G.W.]

tw: post battle of hogwarts mourning(reader and fred), george needs a hug, please don't read if you're not into non-HEA endings it's just pure pain

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"George?" said Fred, "Who are you talking to?"

My darling, of course, thought George. Silly Fred, can't he recognise her? We fought and won the war together!

George said, "My darling."

His smile was alarmingly sweet for someone who had been mourning for years. He held her within his calloused fingers, caressing the cold glazed porcelain of her smooth skin.

"Please, put her down." Fred pleaded.

"NO!" he screamed, but it was more of a pained indignant gasp, "YOU CAN'T TAKE HER FROM ME!"

He cried pathetically, "You'll... You'll wake her up..."

And he wished that Fred did. He wished that Fred was there to wake her up and that she was there with her beautiful eyes staring up at him.

George looked up from the urn labelled "Y/N Weasley (née L/N)", and into the shattered mirror in front of him, his knuckles bloodied.

He was the only one in the room with shattered mirrors and shelves full of her clothes and letters.

Rough game.

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a/n: sorry guys i was feeling silly

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[keykeep]

You Belong To Me- George Weasley

This is based off Taylor Swift's You Belong To Me and is gender neutral.

Dear George,

I notice you two fighting in the Gryffindor common room it is a typical sight for everyone recently. This arguing between you two seems to happen more often lately, and I have noticed the crease lines across your forehead, I notice the dark circles under your eyes and your irritability in classes. Your lack of jokes.

I haven’t seen that gorgeous smile since she brought your mood down. But every time I ask you if you are alright it's always the same answer you say you’re fine but I know you better than that. 

I miss the old you where you would laugh with Fred and play practical jokes on everyone. The sweet you that would light up a room by entering it, the contagious laugh that got McGonagall to laugh as well.

The sweet talking that could always get you out of detention on a Friday night. That way you ran your fingers through your messy ginger hair as you spoke. I miss the dimples when you smiled like really genuine smiling where it reached your eyes.

She doesn't understand your need for validation. your insecurities such as your crooked smile or that cocky attitude in Quidditch. Your messy hair and she don’t understand you as I do. 

But as I sit here writing this by the fire and watching this daily argument I can't help but daydream that it's me in her shoes knowing that we wouldn’t fight this much.

I know that your girlfriend has something I could never get. YOU. 

 Not for lack of trying but to you it’s like I am as invisible as a ghost. A friend nothing more, nothing less but I was here for you longer. We have been friends since the train ride to Hogwarts First Year.

I know your favourite band, your favourite Quidditch team, your dreams, aspirations and nightmares, what you are scared of (even if you pretend you haven't got any) and how many freckles line your cheeks. I can make you laugh until you cry.

If only you could open your eyes that what you want has been here the whole time.

On the weekend, we were walking through Hogsmeade laughing with our friends and I can't help thinking that this is how easy love should be. It isn’t forced like you and her are and it is a natural reaction with no complications. What are you doing with a person like that? When our love is so easy already.

I think I know where you belong I think I know it’s with me. 

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[satansapostle6]

folie à deux

Sometimes poison is sweet.

Selina Romanov and Draco Malfoy met when they were only eleven years old. The two of them have always shared an intense bond, always having gravitated towards one another. But the question still remains, as the years pass by, is their connection one of passion, or delusion?

Warnings: Contains Mature Themes/Language, Themes Such As Sexual Content, Violence, Abuse, Sexual Assault, Eating Disorders

Nineteen.

It was still nonstop partying for Selina as her fourth year at Hogwarts continued. It seemed Kelly and Blaise were more determined to fry their brains with adrenaline and extravagance than usual. All of Slytherin's elite were prone to indulgent, addictive behavior, but they weren't addicted to anything that was treatable. Everyone Selina knew was just addicted to excitement.

Kelly Cross and Blaise Zabini both reveled in the luxurious lifestyles they lived as part of Slytherin's court. Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson commanded the attention of their entire school with their antics, humiliation he damned, knowing they'd rather have their dirty laundry out on display than be passed over. 

Selina and Jasper knew that they both had different places in all of it. Jasper was so enamored with Selina, he hardly recognized anyone else, including himself, while Selina went insane any time she processed anything from the outside world. 

The two of them worked very interestingly together, because while they both had strong beliefs in individuality, they both utilized their individuality very differently.

  "I don't see what the big deal is," Selina remarked passively as she walked down the steps of the stands where they were going to be watching the first of three tasks in the Triwizard Tournament.

  "You don't see what the big deal is?" Jasper questioned in disbelief. "You're drunk."

  "Not drunk, tipsy, at best," she provided with disappointment in her tone. "I barely drank, and I can hold my liquor."

  "You're at a school event," he argued.

  "Exactly!" she pointed out. "I'm not the only one, and I'm definitely not the worst one."

  "You sound like Fred," Jasper groaned. 

  "Everyone loves Fred," Selina pointed out. 

  "Fred also blows up toilets," Jasper reasoned with a dry smile.

Selina sat beside Amana and Pansy as they waited for the First Task to begin, eager to see bloodshed. 

  "Want any Firewhisky?" Pansy called to her.

  "Had some cognac with Fred and George," she responded. "Mum says no, so I suppose I'm all set for today."

  "How moderate of you," Amana said with a smile.

It seemed almost everyone at least nearly of age at Hogwarts was drinking today, heavily. It was the start of the event of the century. As students from Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang alike all watched as the four champions each took on a dragon in their objective to capture a single golden egg, the yelling and cheering was like nothing Selina had ever heard before.

This wasn't like any Quidditch game she'd ever been to, or played in. She watched as Cedric Diggory, the captain of the Hufflepuff team, took on a Swedish Short-Snout, just about everyone in their school cheering for him. 

Selina inquisitively watched Cedric evade the creature with curiosity, wondering if their fantastical perception of him was similar to the way they perceived her, as Slytherin's 'star Chaser' and Amana Tesfaye's best friend. She eventually came to the disturbing conclusion that she and Cedric Diggory certainly had one that in common; they had both done everything, and nothing, to earn everyone's praise. 

She then observed that, although she and Draco Malfoy definitely did not have the same sort of character, that didn't seem to matter to anyone on the outside. Draco and Selina, although being vastly different people, were still cut from the same lush, exorbitant cloth. As she watched Draco tripping a third-year Gryffindor boy as Crabbe and Goyle laughed brutishly, she became increasingly aware of the other side of how people saw her. 

Sometimes, it didn't matter who she really was. Sometimes, all that mattered was what people saw, whether it was something she presented on her own, or something that was only a part of their perception. 

  "Hey. Something wrong?" 

  "Hmm?"

A bit startled, Selina looked up at Jasper, who was sitting in the seat beside her. 

  "No," she said quickly, "Why?"

  "No reason," Jasper assured her in his soft Irish accent.

  "What is it?" she wondered, not understanding the reason behind his gaze. 

  He just smiled, already forgetting his worries as he neatly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Nothing. Just... admiring, is all."

It hit her like a train. He looked at her the same way he looked at Freya when he played with her, as if she were the most pure, precious thing on earth. 

Selina knew she had always liked Jasper simply because his perception of her perfectly matched her own; she didn't feel the need to translate herself to him the way she did with others. With him, she felt understood, like she could be at her most vulnerable with him. 

It hurt Selina a bit that even after all the things she'd done, all the insane and reckless things she'd done that she'd had no business doing at thirteen and fourteen, Jasper still saw the same person he'd seen the day he met. And of course he did. He was willing to put up with Draco Malfoy to be with her; he loved her. 

  "Jas, I..." she cut herself off, deciding that there was only one thing she had to say. "I love you," she reminded him, hoping he knew just how much. 

  "I love you too," he said happily, as if waiting for her to say it. 

He smiled and leaned in for a kiss, a sweet peck on the lips before they both smiled with satisfaction and returned to watching the first task with their friends. Selina eventually joined in on Amana's side conversation with Blaise, the three of them commentating on Viktor Krum's boarish performance against the Chinese Firevall he'd been assigned. 

Draco Malfoy had been sitting between Crabbe and Pansy, and just happened to glance over at the two of them at that moment. He watched as their lips met and they shared a beautiful smile together as if no one else was there. He scoffed in disgust, not understanding Selina's affection for Jasper, someone he felt was decidedly inferior, and ultimately a complete and utter waste of time for her. 

Tiring of seeing her and Jasper Carroll parading about together, he turned to his own girlfriend, who was returning an open flask to Daphne Greengrass in a seat in the row below them, laughing as Firewhisky dribbled down her chin. Making a face as he ignored the unflattering moment, Draco pulled Pansy's face toward him, his hand holding her face almost in captivity as he kissed her. 

Selina and Blaise were laughing at something Jasper had said, and for a moment, she saw Draco. And then, she didn't see Draco, because of the way he aggressively pulled Pansy in toward him. She was a bit startled, but eventually giggled and went along with it. This kiss was nothing like the kiss Selina had shared with Jasper. This kiss was less of a kiss, and more so a declaration of war. 

Draco Malfoy was violently smashing his face against Pansy's, a whole mess of tongue involved that frankly no one wanted anything to do with, even Daphne, who seemed envious of her friend. Selina was disgusted as she watched Draco desperately trying to bite, or bite off, his girlfriend's bottom lip. She was alarmed at the sight, but also concerned that she'd once been kissed by the same person. 

Quickly disregarding the disturbing display, Selina did her best to discard it completely from her memory, cheering loudly for Harry with Amana as he went up against arguably the most aggressive of the dragons, the Hungarian Horntail. By the end of the first task, Selina had completely sobered up, and was headed back to the Slytherin common room with everyone else.

  "Hey!"

One of Jasper's friends interrupted as Selina and Blaise stopped.

  "You two go ahead," Jasper said, planting a quick kiss atop Selina's head, "I'll catch up."

Selina and Blaise turned toward the castle, just as they saw Daphne struggling to keep Pansy's hair out of her own vomit as she nearly collapsed into a bush. 

  "Oh. I'd better go help," Blaise said very reluctantly as he tentatively came to Daphne's aid.

  "I'd better go far away," Selina decided as she turned away.

  "Going somewhere?" 

  She let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through her hair. "What is it, Draco?" she questioned reluctantly.

  "What are you, too good to talk to me now?" he questioned.

She just looked at him, flabbergasted, as he looked her in the eyes, expecting a genuine response. 

  "I talked to you five minutes ago," she said flatly.

  "Yeah; you said 'excuse me'," he huffed.

  "Yeah. I was being polite," her eyes widened with exasperation, "Maybe consider it once in a while."

  "No. No, you weren't being 'polite'," Draco insisted, an air of entitlement about him, "You were icing me out."

  "So what if I was?" she demanded. "You tried to get with me, and I have a boyfriend."

  "Please, you're being completely ridiculous," he complained, "Why would I ever try to snog you? I have Pansy for that."

  "Yeah, we've noticed," Selina pointed out, "Thanks."

  "Oh. I see what it is," he laughed, a wide grin spreading across his features, "Yeah, I saw the way you looked at us, you felt a little jealous."

  "'Jealous'?" she repeated. "That's what we're going with? You were sucking her teeth while Crabbe fixed your hair, and I was jealous?"

  "Come on. It's okay, Sel," Draco chuckled, looking left and right to ensure that no one was around, "We've always had a little thing between us. Everyone knows it, it's nothing to be ashamed of. You're cute."

  "I'm cute?" Selina stared. "I've had pictures taken up my skirt on the way to Charms."

  "And I bought two of them," Draco agreed diplomatically.

She scoffed at his immaturity. Draco couldn't stand to be humiliated, especially when his audience was himself. 

  "Okay. I don't see any point in continuing this conversation, so I'm going to leave," she concluded. 

Draco stopped her, jumping in front of her before she could try to head back towards the castle with everyone else. 

  "You're so predictable, you know," he added, mocking her for the sole purpose of eliciting an emotional response of any kind. "You tease me, and then you play innocent. But don't worry. I think I kind of like this little game we play," he smirked. 

Selina would have punched him if she knew for certain he wouldn't enjoy it.

  "This... This thing we have..." he expressed. "It's the only thing that really makes me feel alive."

She paused for a moment, regathering her composure as she realized this interaction wasn't quite as cut and dry as she thought. 

  "I don't want to stop this, Selina," he said her whole name. "You're fun. You keep me guessing. I'd tell you to break up with Carroll, but I kind of like watching you pretend he feels like me when you kiss him."

  "Listen, Draco, I'm not who I was when I kissed you that night," Selina admitted, a mixture of feelings toward the fact. "That person... That person was reckless, and naive. That person really thought that you actually loved me, one way or another."

Draco stopped, realizing that the 'game' had been ruined for him. 

  "I don't know if you realize this, but I've only ever regretted being there for you to try and kiss," she snapped. "Giving you the benefit of the doubt has done nothing but bite me in the arse. So yes, perhaps I am 'icing you out'."

Selina was too busy storming off to realize that, not ten feet behind her, Fred had heard what she had hoped was only a snippet of the conversation. 

  "What are you looking at, Weasley?"

Draco, furious and glaring at him as he noticed him, disappeared towards the castle, fuming. Selina looked between Draco and Fred, not knowing at all how to respond to the situation. Fred's face was absent of color as he took in everything he heard. 

  "You and Malfoy?" Fred Weasley asked, a look of disgust in his eyes for the first time.

  Selina blinked back tears, horrified. "How much of that did you hear?"

  "Enough!" he exclaimed. "Seriously, Selina, you and Malfoy?! I thought that was just a rumor!"

  "You thought what was just a rumor?!"she cried.

  "You know what!" he gasped. "You kissed him?!"

Selina trembled as tears fell. 

  "I didn't kiss him!" she pleaded with him. "He kissed me, and I stopped him. Jasper knows. We got past it."

  "Clearly you didn't," Fred pointed out.

  "What you heard... That was just Draco being a prick, he does this just to torture me—"

  "He does this, just to fuck with you?" he demanded. "Selina, that's fucked..."

  "You don't know him," she sighed, "He's just a fucking arsehole, there's nothing to it."

  "Clearly there is," he reminded her. "There's obviously something going on between the two of you."

  "No, there isn't, because I made myself very clear to him," Selina reasoned. "He knows I want nothing to do with him."

  "No, he doesn't."

  "Fred," she sighed, exhausted by her own panic, "I told him—"

  "It doesn't matter, Selina," he breathed, a defeated look in his eyes.

Something told her he wasn't just addressing her own situation.

  "If he even thinks he has a chance, he's going to want to take it. Believe me."

  "I didn't want this," she protested, "I never asked him to be anything other than a friend. It's not my problem if he won't accept that."

  "Yes, it is," Fred told her, a faint darkness behind his eyes. "You know it is."

She didn't say anything for a moment.

  "You know I hate Malfoy just as much as the next bloke," he pointed out, "But even I can see it. He fancies you."

  "Please. Draco doesn't 'fancy' anyone," Selina insisted, "This is all just some power play to him."

  "Yeah, it is," Fred nodded in agreement, "But that doesn't mean he doesn't feel something for you, whatever that might be. Everyone knows it; you're his only weakness. He doesn't like it, but he can't keep away, either."

  "You think Draco Malfoy's in love? With me?" she scoffed.

  "Well, it's definitely not with Pansy Parkinson," he remarked. "And you're friends with both of them. That's just a disaster waiting to happen."

  "I can handle it myself," she told him.

  "For your sake. I hope that's true."

Glancing awkwardly at him once more, Selina turned away and left, no longer having anything much to say. On her way back to the common room, Selina came upon Amana and Pansy in the corridor, accompanied by Daphne, who was whispering something as Elspeth and her friends, two Ravenclaw girls, passed by. 

  "I heard from Bulstrode Thomas Gray stood her up at The Three Broomsticks," Daphne barely whispered as Pansy cackled with laughter.

  "Of course he did!"

Selina looked at Elspeth, who seemed embarrassed as she walked past them with her head lowered, whether she'd heard Daphne or not. Selina would have felt sorry for her if she hadn't been so cruel before. Selina knew that they'd had a falling out for a reason. 

  "Selina!" Pansy Parkinson yelled, immediately catching her attention.

Selina approached the girls, wondering what they were up to.

  "Come look at Lavender Brown's top. It's awful!" Pansy giggled, almost as if she were trying to be heard.

Lavender looked over at the girls in humiliation, quickly closing her sweater over her top as she ran off.

  "She looked like she was trying to smuggle two slugs into the castle," Daphne laughed.

  "Oh my God, you're bloody brilliant!" Pansy chuckled.

  "I count on her being Longbottom's date to The Three Broomsticks this weekend," she muttered.

There was a celebration for the Tournament happening that weekend.

  "Oh yeah? Who are you going with?" Amana asked her.

  "Miles has asked me," she told them, a haughty pride to her announcement.

  "Really?" Pansy questioned in surprise. "Draco still hasn't asked me. Or even mentioned it."

Selina remained silent.

  "Really?" Daphne wondered. "But you're together."

  "That's what I was thinking!" Pansy agreed. 

No longer comfortable standing around while they talked, Selina decided she would retire to the dorms after all.

  "I'll catch up with you lot later," she decided.

They all waved to her without a second thought as she left for the dungeons. As Selina entered the dimly lit common room, she found that outside her dormitory, Blaise Zabini was there, waiting for her. 

  "Blaise?" Selina questioned in surprise.

He had been waiting for her, seeming very curious about something. 

  "Selina," he said finally, looking around to make sure no one was listening in, "There you are."

  "What is it?" she questioned, not understanding.

  "You and Draco. Tell me everything," he demanded, not bothering to be polite.

Selina's eyes widened slightly as she realized how much he must've known.

  "Who told you—"

  "Inside," Blaise hissed, following as she quickly led him into her dorm room.

Selina quickly closed the door, alarmed by how much Blaise seemed to know.

  "What do you know about that?" she demanded.

  He rolled his eyes at her, expecting her to understand by now. "You realize Draco will tell

me just about anything, right? Especially after a little Firewhisky."

  "What the hell did he tell you?!" she demanded in horror.

  "Enough," Blaise promised her, "I just don't know how much of it is true-true, and how much of it is Draco-true."

  "Nothing happened. He tried to kiss me at the Valentine's Day party, and we've fought about it a lot," she admitted. "I think he tried to convince me to be with him."

Blaise seemed incredibly perturbed by the idea. 

  "Well, whatever happened, you've got a problem on your hands," he informed her. 

  "Why?" Selina asked him. "Is he going to break up with Pansy?" she realized, horrified.

  "No, it's worse; he isn't," Blaise told her. 

  "I'm not sure I follow," she admitted.

  "Listen. If Draco and Pansy stay together, even with all this, it'll become a mess we'll all have to deal with," he reasoned. "If those two keep going at the same rate, eventually, something will slip, and our entire social ecosystem will fall apart. We'll all be fucked, specifically you."

  "Thanks, Blaise," Selina frowned.

  "I'm serious. You have to fix this," he sighed, "The bigger the argument Draco and Pansy have, the more they tend to implicate other people. And I'm at the top of that list!" he exclaimed.

  "Why do you care so much?" Selina demanded, not understanding his agenda. "You don't care about people, you care about gossip. You've never shown this much interest in anything that has anything to do with other people."

  "Never mind why," Blaise snapped, "Just fix this!"

  "I don't know that I can!" she pointed out in frustration. "Draco's Draco. If he wants to be insane, there's nothing any of us could do to stop him," she stated.

Blaise groaned in frustration, leaving the room and practically slamming the door behind him as he left. Glad he was at least done, Selina sat down on her bed where her cat was resting on her pillow. Why everyone seemed to have something to do with whatever was happening at any given time between her and Draco, she had no idea. 

*****

Upon waking up the next day, Selina found she was in no mood to fake her way through polite conversations. Luckily, it was Igor Karkaroff, the Durmstrang headmaster who stopped her in the hall on the way to class that morning.

  "You. Selina Romanov," the dark-haired man barked her down. 

Selina was automatically irritated upon hearing her name so early in the day. 

  "Yes, sir?" she questioned. 

  "You," Karkaroff repeated, pulling her aside, away from the other students, "Come here."

Selina awkwardly followed him to a more secluded corner, partially concealed by a stone pillar. 

  "Yes?" she asked him again, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

  "You are the youngest of the Romanovs, correct?" Igor Karkaroff asked her, his arms crossed.

Selina did her best not to gauge her brain out through her ears.

  "Yes, I am."

  "You know, many generations of Romanovs attended the Durmstrang Institute," he informed her.

She silently pleaded that that wasn't all he wanted to tell her.

  "Yes, that's true," she said patiently.

  "Your grandfather was the first of the Romanovs not to attend Durmstrang. He and your father would have done well at my school," Karkaroff said in his thick accent.

Selina just listened as he spoke.

  "I have heard great things about you from the staff of Hogwarts," the man continued. "Even Professor Snape speaks highly of you. I would say that I am regretful you aren't of age put your name in the goblet of fire, but I'd be lying if I didn't tell you I'm very glad Krum won't have to compete against a witch like yourself."

  "I see," she followed along, not actually seeing what the point of the conversation was.

  "You know, Selina Romanova, I believe you, too, would have done very well for yourself at the Durmstrang Institute," he thought.

  "Thank you," Selina nodded respectfully.

  "Miss Romanova... I may not be able to indefinitely have you under my tutelage, but I believe you could benefit from lessons different from your current curriculum," Karkaroff explained.

Selina eyed him curiously, wondering where this idea had come from.

  "What are you asking me?" 

  "I believe that I have much to teach to someone like you," he simplified, beady eyes staring down at her for a response, "Without Dumbledore having any part in it, of course."

She immediately knew what the High Master was offering, and decided she wanted no part in it whatsoever.

  "I'm sorry. I don't think so," she replied politely, "If you'll excuse me, I've got to get to class. 

  "I understand. Good day to you, Miss Romanova," he nodded. "You know where to find me if you change your mind, yes?"

Selina just nodded quickly before heading off to class. Draco and Pansy had been lurking about in the hall, half watching as they held hands, judging everyone together as a couple. 

  "Sel. What did Karkaroff want?" Draco asked her once he disappeared.

Selina looked at him, taking a moment to decide whether or not she felt like answering.

  "I don't know, he said he wanted to teach me," she relayed, "Without Dumbledore knowing. So I said 'no'."

  "Why?" Draco scoffed. "It's Igor Karkaroff, he probably would've taught you all kinds of dark magic."

  "You should've said yes," Pansy agreed. 

  "I'd rather not get on Dumbledore's radar," Selina said as they all walked to class. 

  "To hell with Dumbledore," Pansy rolled her eyes, "If you can become an even more powerful witch, you should do it."

  "Hmm," Selina murmured, not having much to offer. 

She was still completely distracted, by more than just Karkaroff's lack of respect for authority. 

*****

Defense Against the Dark Arts was its own headache for Selina. She sat down alone after getting to class early, not feeling she had much to say to anyone. She had been with Jasper earlier in the morning, but that was about it. Selina sat closer to the front, in Professor Moody's line of fire, hoping that would make it easier for her to avoid anyone she normally spoke to. But this wasn't the case.

To her dismay, Draco Malfoy decided to sit down in the empty seat beside her upon entering the room, Crabbe and Goyle taking the seats behind them. Pansy sat in the back of the classroom with Daphne, no doubt quietly discussing something to do with Draco. Selina looked up at him as he sat next to her, calmly rubbing the ring on his finger that matched hers. She could feel the cool metal on her finger warming slightly against her skin.

  "What do you want?" she asked him softly, not in the mood for an aggressive spat.

  "...To sit down," the blond replied, choosing to play his own game. "What's the matter with you?"

  "Nothing," she said coldly, facing forward as Alastor Moody began his eccentric and fairly horrifying lesson.

  "Are you angry?" Draco questioned slyly, studying her as she ignored him. "I know you wanted that peach this morning, but I got to it first, you see."

  "Shut up, Draco," Selina murmured, jotting down unnecessary details of the lesson as she avoided his gaze.

  "That's not nice," he frowned.

  "Mr. Malfoy," a loud bark interrupted their conversation.

Selina looked up at the professor in front of them, who seemed to be in a less-than-pleasant mood today.

  "Do listen to your friend, and shut up," Moody snapped.

Everyone in the room, Slytherin or Gryffindor, snickered as Draco looked around at all of them in anger. 

  "'Shut up'?! My father'll have you sacked!" he spat unpleasantly.

  "Not going down this road again, are we?" Professor Moody demanded, glaring at Draco with his one good eye. 

He gulped in fear, remembering exactly what had happened the last time he decided to act up in front of the former auror. Selina shot him an irritated look, no longer amused by the attention that was being drawn to the two of them. 

  "Now. You'd best give Miss Romanov here a real good apology for pestering her and being an obnoxious little twat before I make you, is that understood?" he warned.

Draco glanced at her awkwardly, fearing the repercussions as he decided not to further provoke her. 

  "Apologize!" Moody thundered.

Some of the Slytherins were whispering and murmuring as they observed. 

  "Sorry, Sel," Draco mumbled unintelligibly.

  "What's that?!" Moody barked. "Can't hear you!"

Draco hung his head in shame as he found he couldn't get out of this one. 

  "I'm sorry, Selina," he said more clearly, as the room teetered with laughter.

Selina no longer cared about the situation at all.

  "What was that?!" the professor demanded. "Can't hear you!"

  Draco cleared his throat quietly, petrified by the mad look in Moody's eyes, or rather, eye. "I'm sorry, Selina."

  "For what?!" Professor Moody yelled. "Say it!"

This startled Draco.

  "For... being an obnoxious little twat!" Draco cried, genuinely afraid of what he might do.

Everyone except for Pansy laughed, as Selina just looked down at the surface of her desk. 

  "You'd better be," Moody reminded him. "Miss Romanov here comes from a family that deserves far more recognition than your own. The Romanov family has a legacy of blood and power that no one in this room could possibly imagine," he declared.

Selina was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

  "Now. Speaking of the Romanovs... Who can tell me which of the Unforgivable Curses is said to have come from that family, before we move on?"

This, naturally, was one of Selina's least favorite rumors that happened to often be brought up at Hogwarts, one way or another. She remembered that during her second year, someone had brought up the question to Professor McGonagall during a class, which she had eventually personally apologized for afterwards.  

Selina saw Hermione glance at her from the other side of the room. She knew that Hermione knew the answer to the question, of course, but didn't feel like answering upon seeing the expression on Selina's face. Instead, Moody had called on Dean Thomas. 

  "The Cruciatus Curse, sir," he stated promptly.

  "Yes. Correct," Moody nodded.

Selina saw Neville Longbottom glance over at her, seemingly realizing that one of her ancestors was said to have invented the curse that had afflicted both of his parents since he was a baby. She saw the sadness and fear in his eyes, and felt horrible. She wanted to apologize, but for what, exactly, she didn't know. 

  "The curse is said to have been invented sometime during the early fifteenth century by Vladimir the Wicked, but no such records or evidence exist," the former Auror explained to the class of fourth-years. "However, Ivan the Terrible was certainly noted for his use of it. Anyways. On with today's actual lesson."

Selina hated to be reminded that her father's lineage could be traced back to the very worst of the czars of Russia. Even her mother's side of the family had enough scandals to last a lifetime.

*****

  "Alright. It's time for you lot to get out," Professor Moody announced gruffly at the end of the lesson. "Go on. It's nice out."

  "But, sir, class doesn't end for another ten minutes," Hermione reminded him, earning her a spiteful glare from Ron.

  "And?" the man questioned impatiently.

No one said another word. Draco and the others, as well as just about everyone in class, nearly ran out of the room. Only a few remained even after just a few seconds. 

  "Go on! Everyone out! Except Romanov."

Selina looked up at her teacher worriedly, glancing back at her friends. Amana gave her a nervous look before leaving the room with Pansy and Blaise, not wanting to be in the madman's presence any longer than necessary. Selina slowly put her leather book bag over her shoulder, approaching Moody's desk with apprehension. 

  "You wanted to see me, sir?" she asked.

  "Yes, take a seat if you want," he muttered, still distracted by the objects on his desk. "Don't worry. You're not in trouble," he said passively, coming around to the other side. 

  "Then why did you want to see me?" Selina responded, figuring if she could abandon all pretenses of socially acceptable niceties with any teacher, it would be him. 

  "I've been made aware of your private lessons with Professor Snape," Moody informed her, leaning against his desk.

  "Yes, Professor Snape teaches me advanced spells," Selina nodded.

  "Interesting," Moody stated, "That it's Snape who teaches you, and not Flitwick, who, as I understand it, is the Charms professor. Why is that, Miss Romanov?"

  Selina just shrugged, not providing a complete response. "He's my Head of House. He saw my work, and he took an interest."

  "And does Professor Snape... teach you anything particularly off-curricular?" he asked with curiosity. 

Selina did her best not to actually answer the question.

  "Professor Snape teaches me things he believes I might find useful. I'm sorry, but is there anything you need from me?" she asked him.

  Moody studied her carefully, the same way he would a suspect as an Auror, narrowing his eye at her. "Everyone knows you're a talented witch, Romanov. They all want to see your abilities up close, to their full extent," he told her. "Hell. I'm sure Karkaroff's going to try to poach you for Durmstrang if he hasn't already."

  Selina was astounded by his perceptiveness. "You're right about that."

  "I'm guessing you didn't take him up on that?"

  "No," she shook her head. "He said Dumbledore can't know. I wanted no part in that."

  "Smart," Moody nodded his approval. "Karkaroff's a fairly strong wizard, but he's also an idiot. Don't get mixed up in that. You're better off learning from someone who knows what they're doing."

  "Professor Snape knows what he's doing," Selina pointed out coldly, trying to find a way out of the conversation. 

  "Yeah, but does Professor Snape let you reach your full potential? Huh?" Moody demanded, staring her down.

Selina didn't know how to interpret his unorthodox methods in that moment. 

  "What are you playing at?" she asked him.

  Moody just looked down at her, tempting her as best as he could. "Does Professor Snape recognize the full extent of your abilities? Does he really play to your strengths?"

  "I'm not sure I follow," Selina crossed her arms.

  "I'll put it this way," he provided frankly. "You can learn from Snape, and learn the love-and-light approach to things, and achieve mediocrity. Or you can learn from someone who's seen it all. Someone who knows what'll save you out in the real world."

  "I said no to Karkaroff," Selina reminded him, "What makes you think I wouldn't say the same to you?"

  "Because. You know that I used to see true evil every day of my life. You know... that I'm just like you," Moody whispered, the craziest look in his eyes, even apart from his glass eye moving constantly. "Unlike the rest of them, I understand that sometimes, to fight evil, you have to use the same methods."

Selina went silent for a moment, considering her options. Mad-Eye Moody stared at her eagerly, with the tenacity of an entire pack of hungry dogs. 

  "Let's say I was interested," she said carefully, unfazed by his insanity, "What would our first lesson be?"

*****

Selina didn't return to the Slytherin common room until later in the afternoon, closer to dinner time. Jasper was waiting for her, completing his studies in her empty dorm room while Amana was off with Pansy and the others. His face lit up as soon as she entered the room, not unlike a dog waiting for its master. 

  "Selina. There you are," Jasper said, closing his textbook as he got up off her bed, "Where've you been?"

  "Er, I had a lesson with Snape," she lied, as Moody had instructed her to.

  "Really? I thought he scheduled it for tomorrow," her boyfriend remarked curiously.

  "Yeah, he did. He just wanted me to have extra instruction time."

  "Oh. That's oddly considerate of him," he thought. "Well," he shook his head, taking his mind off Snape.

Selina threw off her robe, trying to get comfortable in the clothes that she had on underneath. 

  "Want to go to the Great Hall with Amana?"

  "No, I think I'll rest up before dinner," she decided. "I'm exhausted."

  "Okay. We'll stay in," Jasper Carroll concluded, smiling as he sat beside her on the bed. 

  "Jasper?" Selina spoke up, looking at him with guilt.

  "What is it?" he asked her.

  "I, er... I'm sorry," she said finally, "For everything."

He took a moment to process what she'd said, not  necessarily understanding the reasoning behind it.

  "Why?" 

That was all he had to say.

  "Because... I'm an arsehole," Selina pointed out, feeling as if it were obvious. "I'm not a good person. I don't deserve you."

  "Selina," Jasper murmured, cupping her face with his hand, "I don't believe that's true. At all."

Selina knew that what he said should've comforted her, but somehow it didn't. She was beyond that. Hearing him say that, she didn't immediately feel relieved. Instead, she felt strangely a bit disappointed, subconsciously realizing that her boyfriend wasn't as smart as she believed him to be. 

  "I love you, Selina. I really do," he told her. "You never have to apologize to me, for anything. I love you, for who you are, and I'd do anything for you."

Not knowing what else to say to him, Selina reached up to kiss him, her hands tangling into his hair. She realized she loved him, far too much to allow her own flaws to get in the way. It wasn't long before the two of them ultimately decided their friends could survive without them for the afternoon, and a tie was placed carefully on the doorknob outside. 

*****

  "Hey," Selina said softly, choosing not to head downstairs immediately after dinner. 

Harry looked up at her as he sat on a bench in the hall. He gave her a meek smile and allowed her to sit down next to him.

  "How are you doing?" she asked. 

  "Better, I guess," he thought after a moment. "Ron finally came around."

  "Oh, yeah... Well, that's good then," she said optimistically.

  Harry nodded. "Yeah. Things are normal with my friends again."

  "Then what are you doing down here?" she wondered. 

  Harry just shrugged. "I don't know. Just wanted a moment to myself."

  "Fair enough," she nodded. "I suppose I kind of had the same idea."

  "How are you doing?" Harry asked her. "I feel like we haven't talked in a while."

  "Yeah."

  "How are things with Jasper?" he inquired. "Any better?"

  "Yeah. Yeah, things are better," Selina told him. "It feels like... Like it used to. Or, almost, anyway."

  "I get what you mean," he offered sympathetically, looking down at his lap.

  "Anything on your mind in particular?" she asked.

  "The second task, I suppose."

  "Yeah... That definitely makes sense," Selina thought. "I think you'll do good, though. You're good with challenges," she remarked.

  "Yeah, well, maybe I'm not so sure this time around," Harry expressed worriedly. "I'm afraid this isn't like anything I've ever faced before."

  "Well, you'd be stupid if you weren't," she pointed out. "At least you're smart enough to work out your disadvantages before you go up against everyone else. I think as long as you don't overcomplicate things, you'll do great."

  "Thanks, Selina," he said genuinely. 

  "Of course," she nodded.

  "Hey... I never did get to thank you for what you said in the Prophet," he remembered suddenly.

  "In the Prophet?" she questioned.

She couldn't think of what he was referring to.

  "What you said to Rita Skeeter," he elaborated, reminding her of the interviews that had taken place the day after the Triwizard Champions were announced. 

  "Oh," Selina realized quickly, recalling the interview she'd given that morning, "Yeah."

Despite how problematic Rita Skeeter's interpretation of Selina's interview was, Harry had been able to read in between the lines. 

'Selina Romanov, daughter of Ilya Romanov, infamous for the murder of his wife Adeline, is a close friend of suspect entrant Harry Potter's. When asked about his upcoming participation in the Triwizard Tournament, the notoriously beautiful part-Veela responded, "I think Harry will do well. Now—" Let my record of the conversation reflect that the language that followed cannot, regrettably, be printed. 

Miss Romanov's crass remarks beg the question, is there something between our royalty descendant and Harry Potter?'

  "Thank you for telling Rita Skeeter to fuck off for me," Harry said appreciatively.

  Selina nodded. "What are friends for?"

  "I'm sorry she insinuated that there's something going on between you and me," he apologized.

  "It's what she does," Selina shrugged dismissively, never having been too concerned about it at all.

  "Yeah, it definitely is," he nodded in agreement. "Jasper didn't mind, though?"

  "Oh, no," she assured him, "He definitely doesn't take anything that woman says seriously."

  "Who would?" Harry remarked, as the two of them sat together. 

Selina saw as he looked up, seeing Fred and George Weasley approaching.

  "Hiya, Harry,"  Fred said teasingly, "Why so mopey?"

He and George both ruffled Harry's hair and sat on either side of him, as Fred and Selina made awkward eye contact for a moment. 

  "You're a Champion!" George reminded him. "You should be jumping for joy! You could piss on the walls, and everyone would cheer you on."

  "Well, I'm not particularly in the mood to be pissing on the walls," Harry Potter considered.

  "But you should be!" George encouraged him. "Come on. Cheer up, mate!"

Fred stood and turned to Selina, who was somewhat surprised he had anything to say to her. 

  "You want to go to the library?" Fred asked her.

  She frowned. "That's the first time I've ever heard you say that."

  "It's private," he shrugged, offering her an escape. "Plus, Madam Pince is too busy closing up shop to pay anyone any mind."

  "Alright," Selina agreed, accompanying him. "Let's go."

He nodded with a soft smile, nodding to his twin as the two of them separated from the group. They were both awkwardly silent for a moment, before Fred decided to interrupt.

  "I hope you didn't think I was judging you, before," Fred said politely. "I know, of all people, I have no right to judge."

  "It's alright," she said quietly, in an attempt to retire the subject. 

The two soon found a private corner in the library, as far away from Madam Pince, and anyone else as they could get.

  "You know I don't care about the thing from the other day anymore, right?" Selina asked cautiously. "You and I, we're fine."

  "No, this isn't about that," Fred promised her, "What, we can't just talk?"

  "I never said that," she told him. "If this isn't about yesterday, then... Why'd you ask me here?"

  "Isn't it obvious?" Fred grinned, the conversation taking a happier turn. "I've got gossip for you. We're friends, after all."

Selina smiled as the two of them shared a simple, pleasant moment, as she sat beside him, listening to his story about Angelina Johnson. 

  "Oh my God!" she exclaimed, eager to feel like just a teenage girl again. "She definitely fancies you!"

  "I know. I just... Don't know what I'd do if I fucked it all up," he admitted.

  "I'm afraid there's no real way to avoid all that," she said truthfully. "Fucking up is unavoidable. However, fucking up and being the arsehole is completely avoidable. Speaking from experience, of course," she provided.

  Fred grimaced guiltily. "I'm sorry. That's not what I meant to say..."

  "No, I know. But it's true," Selina sighed. "I fucked up in an insane, avoidable sort of way. And I know you wouldn't do the same," she provided kindly.

  "You're not a bad person, Selina," Fred promised her. "You... You're just a good person, who gets mixed up with bad people."

She smiled, genuinely appreciating the way that he cared. 

*****

  "Did Igor Karkaroff offer to give you private lessons?!"

  Selina frowned. "What happened to 'hi'? 'Hello'? 'How are you'?"

  "This isn't a laughing matter, Romanov, now answer my question," Professor Snape commanded impatiently.

  "How does everyone keep finding out about that?!" Selina cried. "Yes, he did. But I said no."

  "Good," Snape nodded as the two of them stood in the middle of the hall. "Do not trust that man."

  "Why?" Selina questioned inquisitively. "Because he was a Death Eater?"

  Severus Snape scowled at her sarcasm. "Because he's untrustworthy," he replied simply.

  "Great. Very informative, thank you. Can I go now?" 

  "Yes, go," he waved her off, cloak billowing behind him as he rushed off. 

She just shook her head, ignoring the interaction completely as she continued about her day. The school was crawling with people, no matter what school they were from. From what she saw of Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum, she assumed that a Hogwarts student would eventually be named Triwizard Champion. 

She figured although Harry had a decent chance of winning, Cedric still could easily win. Selina Romanov didn't actually know Cedric Diggory very well. She had played against him and the rest of the Hufflepuff team on the Quidditch pitch multiple times, and knew that he was dating Cho Chang, but other than that, they'd had no actual contact.

After it had been announced that Hogwarts would have two Champions in the Tournament this year, Draco Malfoy, like many Hogwarts students, favored Cedric Diggory purely because he wasn't Harry Potter. But even from what little Selina knew about Cedric Diggory, she knew that this wasn't the type of attention Cedric had intended to garner as a Triwizard Champion.

Cedric was a Hufflepuff, and a seemingly decent sort of person. Everyone knew him to be kind, responsible, and humble. Cedric didn't boast, and he certainly didn't look down on others the way Draco and some of the others did. He was a genuinely kind person who treated everyone as equals, on and off the pitch. Selina had observed that he had a very sportsmanlike attitude, even in situations that had nothing to do with sports at all.

She figured it was the reason he was so popular. He was handsome, and talented, and whatever else, but he was also just likable. Selina had been mostly indifferent to Cedric, until the day she saw him coming to Neville Longbottom's aid.

  "Come on, Malfoy, please!" Neville complained, trying to grab his book bag as Draco, Theo, and Goyle played catch with it. "I need to get to class—"

  "Guess you'd better get running then, eh?" Draco grinned.

Selina rolled her eyes as the boys continued playing with the bag, taunting him as they threw it over his head. 

  "Draco, don't be a prat," Selina remarked in a bored tone.

  "Come on, Sel, you're such a bore nowadays!" he groaned. "You used to love torturing Longbottom."

  "Twat," she said under her breath.

  "Slag," Draco joked, coming across as even less funny than he'd intended. 

He caught the bag from Goyle, and threw it back to Theo. Before Selina could say anything, a voice interrupted from behind her. 

  "Hey. Give it back to him," Cedric Diggory intervened. 

Draco's amusement slowly faded as he saw it was Cedric who was stopping him. Stone-faced and trying to avoid conflict with one of the most popular boys at Hogwarts, he begrudgingly threw the book bag back at Neville, who was startled by the sudden movement. Looking back and forth between Draco and Cedric, Neville took it and ran. Draco took another look at Cedric before taking off. 

Cedric just shook his head, noticing Selina.

  "Romanov. Are you alright?" he asked, seeming livid on her behalf. 

  "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks, Diggory," Selina said politely. "It's okay."

  "Are you sure?!" he questioned. "That was awful, what he said to you."

  "It's fine," she assured him, hardly surprised, "Really, it's just Draco."

  "I don't care who he is. You just don't talk to people like that," Cedric pointed out.

Selina thought it was almost endearing how simplistic his view of the world was. 

  "It's okay, Cedric. Really. That's just how we are," she promised him.

  Cedric nodded, respecting her wishes, but still adamant about his views. "Still. No one should talk to a girl like that," he insisted.

  "No," Selina agreed softly, considering what he had to say. "They shouldn't."

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