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wroetospotterwp · 3 years

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Secret Admirer

Pairing ✨: George Weasley x Fem!Reader (implies reader is Bisexual and in Gryffindor <3 )

Summary 💓: Y/N receives a love letter from her secret admirer, only problem being she seems to be the only person in Hogwarts who doesn’t know who it is.

Word Count 🖊: 2,844 words

A/N 🗣: I LOVED WRITING THIS SMMM

Warnings ⚠️: I can't remember if there's swearing or not so yeah

Requested? 📮: no

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Y/N was heading towards the Great Hall for some breakfast. It was a Monday morning that felt like any other, her timetable was rubbish that day, she always hoped that Monday’s would just fly past and finish so she could get ready for Tuesday.

The only thing that got her through the horrible start of the week was eating in the Great Hall and seeing her friends. Once she walked into the Great Hall, she saw Angelina Johnson wave her over to sit beside her and their two other friends: Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell.

She walked past many familiar and friendly faces before reaching her friends at the bottom of the Gryffindor table. Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, the youngest four of the seven Weasley children. Smiling at them all as they reciprocated it.

“Hello you three.” Y/N greeted as she sat down in front of them.

“Ready for the worst day of the week?” Alicia asked her as Y/N grabbed some breakfast.

“Wish I had just stayed in bed.” Y/N hid her face in her hands to show how much she was dreading the day. “I have no clue how I’m going to survive my classes.”

“Just skive them.” Angelina suggested, pouring some milk onto her cereal. “Ask the Weasley Twins for some tips, they normally get away with it.”

Y/N considered the idea for a moment, they probably could help her miss her lessons that day, but would they want to help her was something else. It wasn't like she didn't get on with the twins, she really did, but she just wasn't as close to them compared to her three friends. They had all been on the Quidditch team together for as long as Y/N could remember, they were much better friends.

“I’ll give it some thought.” Y/N informed Angelina, something in the girl’s facial expression made it seem like it wasn't the answer she wanted to hear, but why would Angelina want Y/N to skive classes with the Weasley Twins.

“Post is here.” Katie pointed to flying owl’s overhead with the back of her spoon. Y/N wasn't expecting today so she just continued with her breakfast, figuring out whether or not she was going to listen to Angelina.

Something dropped in front of her, Y/N chose to ignore it, thinking the owl must have misjudged the landing. But none of her friends accepted the mail, meaning it can't of been for them either. With a raised brow, Y/N picked up the envelope that fell in front of her, it definitely said her name on it.

She didn’t recognise the handwriting either, it was quite messy to say the least. She noticed that it was some sort of letter to her.

Y/N,

I bet you weren’t expecting a letter like this, or maybe you were. Perhaps you get many letters like this, which wouldn't surprise me since you're quite obviously the most beautiful thing at this school.

Yes, that's right, not ‘fit’, ‘peng’, tidy’, beautiful. Never understood why words like that are used to describe people, they don't hold much meaning.

Look at the romantic in me taking over! Always had the Romeo inside me, what can I say? But I do mean what I say, you are really beautiful.

Not just in the looks sense (which you most definitely are), but also everything about you. Your personality, aura, the way you write.

I promise you I am not a stalker, I just can't help but notice things about you that make me fall in love more.

Perhaps I’m an idiot for saying the next part, but I think you may like me too.

If so, I know you’ll be able to find me.

Your secret admirer x

Y/N couldn't quite believe what she was reading, a love letter for her?! But who on earth what it from? She read the letter a few times more, trying to figure out who sent it. Angelina was taking notice on her friend’s face. “Something’s actually got Y/N cogs turning.” She teased.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Very funny.” She monotonously replied. “I just got sent a letter.”

“That’s all the news you have?” Alicia raised a brow, on a Monday the group needed some sort interesting news to keep them going through the day. “What a thrilling life.”

“It’s a love letter.” Y/N added on, knowing it would shock her three friends.

Katie’s mouth fell open as Alicia and Angelina eyes widened. “Katie Bell is very interested now.” Katie shuffled forward so she could listen to what Y/N had to say.

Alicia furrowed her brows at Katie. “Can I ask why Katie Bell is speaking in third person?” She questioned.

“What did they say?!” Angelina asked Y/N, before they got distracted and started talking about what Katie did.

“Oh you know…just saying how I was beautiful.” Y/n shrugged nonchalantly with a smile. “Not just how I look, like everything about me was beautiful.”

Alicia let out a small gasp. “My heart’s gonna explode.” She announced.

“Can we see?” Katie asked.

Y/N nodded. “They’re handwriting is pretty rubbish, so see if you can actually understand it.” She informed them before handing over the letter.

Angelina accepted the letter, Alicia and Katie leaning closer beside the girl so she could read it too. Y/N was expecting them to be in awe and say how sweet it was, but instead they seemed to be in shock. “Oh my god.” Katie covered her mouth with her hand as she read the letter.

Y/N furrowed her brows, wondering if she had missed something while reading the letter. “What?”

Alicia turned to the two girls she was beside. “I never realised.” She admitted, the other two girls nodding in agreement.

They had completely ignored Y/N, who was desperate to know what they had noticed. “What? What didn’t you realise?”

Angelina turned back to Y/N. “We know who it is.” She informed her.

Y/N’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open. “From that?! You know from this?!” She pointed at the love letter. “Is MI5 hiring?”

The girls looked at each other, confused how Y/N hadn't realised who it was. “It’s really obvious, Y/N.”

“It really, really isn’t.” Y/N shook her head.

“We can’t help you, that be unfair for your admirer.” Angelina replied. “They obviously want you to find them, so you have to figure this out yourself.” Y/N let out a sigh, how was she gonna figure out who it was?

“We can give a little clue right?” Katie turned to the other girls, Y/N hoped that they would agree. At least some sort of luck was on her side today as the other two girls nodded. Katie turned back to Y/N. “They're quite popular.”

“Good luck.” Alicia smiled as Y/N stood up from her seat, she was determined to figure out who this person was. Popular, who was popular? And just how popular was Katie talking? Just in their own house or Harry Potter level?

...Harry Potter level.

Maybe it was Harry? He normally didn't claim himself to be popular, he actually hated It. While not everyone liked Harry, there was no denying that he was the most well known person at the school.

While she was walking out the Great Hall, Y/N spotted him outside in the courtyard, talking to Dean Thomas. Tapping him on the shoulder, Harry turned around to face her, Dean leaving them be. “Harry.”

“Uh, yes?” Harry replied.

Y/N showed him the parchment. “Thank you for this letter.” She smiled.

Harry’s expression did not change from confusion. “Letter?” He asked.

Y/N ignored his confusion, thinking he was just confused he got caught. “Thank you for the kind words, I really appreciate them.”

“Right, here’s the thing.” Harry paused. “I have no idea what you're talking about, so I think it’s best if I just leave-”

Y/N furrowed her brows. “So you didn’t send me a love letter?” She asked.

Harry’s eyes widened like it was the strangest thing ever. “Absolutely not.” He bluntly replied.

Y/N let out a sigh, pretty embarrassed it wasn't actually Harry. “Oh, well, sorry to bother you.” Y/N was about to walk off, Harry briefly looking at the handwriting on the letter and immediately realised who it might be.

“I’d maybe look at someone else on the Quidditch team.” Harry added on, making Y/N turn around to see what else he had to say. “They might be on the team.”

Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion as she tried to think. “Quidditch team?” She mumbled to herself.

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Y/N waited outside a classroom during her free period, hoping to catch Ron once he left the class. Yes, she was waiting for Ron. He did just start the team that year, but Harry and Ron were pretty inseparable, so he would recognise his handwriting pretty easily. “Ronald.” Y/N greeted as Ron walked out the classroom.

Ron looked around him, like he was confused why Y/N was speaking to him. “Yeah?” He replied.

Y/N showed the letter to him. “The letter, thank you.” She smiled.

Ron raised a brow as he read the letter. “What?” He asked.

Already, Y/N was feeling less confident that it was Ron now. “You sent me a love letter.”

Ron’s eyes widened at what the girl said. “What the bloody hell are you talking about?” He questioned.

“So it’s not you either?” Y/N furrowed her brows, who the hell was it?

Ron shook his head. “What gave you that idea?”

“Harry said it was someone on the Quidditch team.” Y/N informed him.

“Oh, right.” Ron nodded, looking like he was debating whether or not to tell her something else. “Well as much as I hate to admit it, the person you're looking for can be quite smart. Hope that helps you.”

“Thanks Ron.” Y/N smiled as she walked off.

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Well this could possibly be the most confusing day of Y/N’s life, her brain was beginning to hurt thinking about who wrote this love letter. She went to Hermione first after Ron’s smart clue, she was offended that Y/N thought she wrote that bad but said it wasn't her. Saying that the person was ginger.

There wasn't many ginger haired people at Hogwarts, so she could easily think it was a Weasley. Perhaps Ginny? The girl was flattered that Y/N thought it was her and said that if the girl just wanted to date her, she could have just said. But after that Ginny said it wasn't her who wrote the letter, and said it was someone who could be quite quiet when themselves.

Who was Ginny friends with that she knew was like that? Neville. So she went to Neville about the love letter. His face turned bright red and he felt bad for how long it was taking Y/N to find out who wrote the letter. He told her it was someone who was good at charms.

Luna was a good person to choose from that clue, but it wasn't her either. She said it was quite obvious who it was, which did slightly annoy Y/N. She knew Luna didn't mean it in a mean way, but Y/N was finding it more and more difficult to figure out who it was. Luna told her it was someone who enjoyed making others laugh.

Y/N was reluctant to go to the next person, she had a feeling it could be Draco Malfoy. Being careful with what she said, she asked Draco if he wrote the letter. Draco made a joke out of this and Crabbe and Goyle found it hilarious. Y/N politely asked him if he could just give him a clue, which he surprisingly gave, telling her it was someone who teases others.

Pansy was nearby Draco, like she always was, so it wasn't difficult to find her. The girl was disgusted that Y/N even thought it was her, saying that Y/N was not pretty enough. Yes it stung a little that she said that, but Y/N was so exhausted of running around trying to find the author of the letter that she just brushed it off. Pansy told her the person was always laughing, adding on just how much it annoyed her.

At this point it was lunch time, Y/N was currently chasing after Lee Jordan before he reached the Great Hall. Lee made a joke and said that the two of them would have definitely made a fit looking couple, but he said he didn't like her in that way. He added on that loads of girls fancied this person.

Y/N was annoyed. She stormed into the Great Hall, she was so so close to giving up, needing some lunch before she got hangry. She plopped herself down on her seat, huffing before she was eating. Angelina was cautiously thinking about what to say to Y/N, seeing how annoyed she was.

“No, I still haven't figured out who it is.” Y/N answered Angelina’s question before she even opened her mouth. “I’m desperate, Angelina, who is this bloke or girl?!”

“I’ve heard you've been given a lot of clues from people. Put all of them together, they weren't separate.” Angelina informed her. “Also they're a troublemaker.”

Putting the pieces together, it all clicked in her head. Finally, finally she would find out who it was. With a determined smirk on her face she stormed up to Fred Weasley further up the Gryffindor table. “Its been you all along.”

Fred let out a chuckle. “Unfortunately for you, its not me either.”

Y/N let out a frustrated huff. “I give up.” She announced. “Who else could it be!?”

“Perhaps they share the same face as me.” Fred shrugged nonchalantly, Y/N’s mouth falling open.

Oh...

How could Y/N be so thick?! But at the same time, she was absolutely relieved to figure out who it was.

“Where the hell is he?” Y/N asked Fred, who nodded his head at the Great Hall door. Marching over, she grabbed a surprised George’s arm and pulled him away from prying eyes.

“Do you know how hard it was trying to find you?” Y/N asked him once they were in a deserted corridor.

George’s brows furrowed in confusion. “I’ve been in the courtyard or the common room the entire day.” He informed Y/N.

The girl hadn't been clear enough, so she pulled out the letter that’s been in her hand the whole day. “I mean trying to find out who you were.” She gestured at the parchment in her hand. “The letter.”

A faint blush was dusted on George’s freckled cheeks. He awkwardly scratched the back of his head with his hand. “How was it?”

Y/N pretended to think for a moment, a cheeky smile on her face. “It was like a five out of ten?” She teased.

“A five?!” George raised both eyebrows in shock, Y/N letting out a giggle. “I put my heart into that, thank you very much.”

“I loved it George, and your instinct was right about me liking you.” Y/N shyly told her, she too felt her face heat up slightly as she confessed.

“How come you didn't come to me first?” George asked her.

Y/N shrugged before she responded. “Didn't think you would like me back.” She explained to him. “I was too nervous.”

George could tell what she was hinting at. “Hogsmeade at seven?” He asked.

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes. “Ask me properly, Weasley!” She laughed a little.

George cleared his throat, taking both of Y/N’s hands to hold. “Would you, Y/N dearest, like to accompany me on a date to Hogsmeade at seven hours past midday?” He asked with the poshest accent he could do.

Y/N let out another laugh, her heart fluttering and her face starting to ache from smiling so hard. “That would be splendid!” She copied his accent.

“One request.” George asked. “Can we not talk like this during our date?”

Y/N tapped a finger on her chin, not being able to hide her smile. “I would have to give it some thou-” She was cut off by George’s lips being pressed against hers. The kiss was short, sweet but passionate. Y/N eyes were wide after they broke apart. “Given it some thought, I’ll stop.”

George gave her a peck on the forehead and gave her a wink. “Meet you in the courtyard later, love.”

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AHHH I LOVED WRITING THIS ONE SO MUCH LIKE MAYBE MY FAVOURITE ONE!!! sorry there wasn’t much george until the end but i did enjoy writing the rest and i hope you did too!

(i reposted this, it didn’t seem to show up in the tags :) )

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Potion Partners

Pairing ✨- Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary 💓: Y/N is a quiet girl that stays clear from trouble, but that becomes difficult once she has to partner up with Fred Weasley in Potions.

Word Count 🖊: 1,724

A/N 🗣: hello all!! this is my first ever imagine on tumblr and first i’ve ever written really, so this is quite different to what i’m used to! but i hope you all enjoy anyway!

Warnings ⚠️: this is just fluff so i think we should be good

Requested? 📮 - nope

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It had been the one class Y/N had been dreading all day: Potions. It wasn’t that she wasn’t any good at the subject, she just didn’t like how Professor Snape treated the students and favoured others.

Y/N was not one of those favoured, unfortunately.

As soon as she had finished Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall, she raced to Potions, Snape couldn’t take housepoints from her if she arrived early. It took some time, but she finally arrived, only a few other students waiting outside the classroom. Clearly they had the same idea as her.

With a smile to her fellow classmates, she walked over to the stone wall and opened one of her books. Might as well spend the rest of time preparing for the class. It was quite peaceful, only the flames from the torches and quiet chatter from students were heard.

But of course, it didn’t stay quiet for long. A door behind Y/N swung open, slamming against the stone loudly. The noise completely startled the girl, dropping her books on the floor. Y/N quickly glanced up to see it was the Weasley twins that had just entered the corridor.

Fred and George Weasley. The class clowns of Hogwarts and two heartthrobs that the students of the school adored. Would Y/N be lying if she said she hadn’t fancied one of them? Completely. Fred Weasley had always a been a secret crush of hers since she first saw him, but who could blame her?

Unfortunately, girls like her didn’t stand chances with boys like him, and she had accepted that a long time ago.

Before the red head could catch her looking at him, she focused her attention back on the fact her books were completely sprawled along the stone floor. Y/N bent down and started to try and gather her books, lucky for her one of her fellow classmates started to help her pick them up.

“Thank you.” Y/N muttered before she stood back up and accepted the books from the classmate.

“No problem.” The voice accepted, Y/N looking up and seeing it was none other than Fred Weasley. Her eyes widened slightly, mentally kicking herself as she realised how strange she looked.

Y/N didn’t say anything, just gave a small smile and turned away from the tall Weasley. But he didn’t seem to be finished talking to her.

“That’s a lot of books you have there, Y/N.” Fred pointed out, which almost made Y/N’s heart leave her body. He knew her name?! She kept to herself and only had a few friends, nothing that would put herself out there enough for Fred to know her name.

“You know who I am?” Y/N quietly muttered, her cheeks starting to turn a bashful red. Oh how she was thankful that everyone else was focused on their own conversations to see what was happening.

Fred raised an eyebrow and let out a breathy laugh. “Course I do.” He replied, like it was just so obvious.

Fred Weasley had messed up here, he had only found out who Y/N was just a few months ago thanks to Angelina and Alicia. He was dragged to the library by his two friends and seen Y/N reading at the table herself. Immediately, he caught himself staring, how had he never noticed her before? She was beautiful.

He questioned his two friends and they informed him who Y/N was, but they didn’t know much about her themselves. Fred was desperate to find out more about the mystery girl, starting to try sit near her in classes and in the Grand Hall, hoping she didn’t think he was weird.

She didn’t notice most of these advances, and if she did, she avoided eye contact with him at all times, which he didn’t understand why, had he pulled a prank and she had fallen victim to it? He wasn’t sure.

Y/N didn’t have the chance to reply to Fred as the Potion’s classroom door opened, Professor Snape walking out and sternly looking at them all.

“Most of you will be unable to do this, but enter the classroom and stand by your desk.” Snape eyes fixated on Fred and George.” “Calmly”

Fred and George just smirked at their Professor as the rest of the class entered his classroom. Y/N smiled at Alicia Spinnet, who she shared a desk with, as they settled into the seats.

Snape didn’t seem to trust the Weasley Twins today, motioning them to get up from their seats as soon as they sat beside each other.

“I don’t believe that either of you can be trusted working with each other. So today you’ll be split up.” Snape informed them, Fred and George usually always worked together so most of the class were shocked at their Professor’s demand.

Snape had a very slight smile. “George with Miss Spinnet, Fred with Miss Y/L/N.” He requested them. Y/N couldn’t believe it, how was she going to work with Fred? Alicia got up from her seat and walked over to where George stayed seated, Fred getting up and walking over to where Y/N was seated.

“Alright?” He greeted as he sat down, Y/N nodding slightly, Godric how she hoped that it wouldn’t be this awkward the whole period.

Snape explained to them what potion they would have to produce today, Y/N writing down all the ingredients while Fred was busy balancing his quill on his forehead out of boredom.

“Do you want me to go collect the ingredients?” Y/N questioned, bringing back Fred into reality, who had just realised that the class had began to make the potion.

“I’ll go up.” Fred offered, getting up from his seat. “Are they all written down here?” Y/N nodded as she handed him the piece of parchment, her hand briefly brushing his, sending butterfly’s to her stomach.

Fred didn’t have a clue what half of these ingredients were, grabbing what he thought was each product and hoped for the best. He brought the stuff back over to Y/N, who raised a brow.

“Are you sure this is all the right stuff?” Y/N asked, scanning the stuff Fred had picked up.

“Of course.” Fred confidently replied. Y/N shrugged, picking up a bottle to start the potion when a hand went on top of hers. “I’ll do the potion, you can sit and relax.” He offered.

“Oh, Fred, it’s no problem.” Y/N gave a small smile. “Everyone else is working in partners, you don’t need to do everything.” She didn’t trust he knew what he was doing anyway, so she just hoped he let her help.

“I’m actually quite the potion’s master, Y/N.” Fred smirked as he began to add random ingredients to the caldron. That smirk kept the girl quiet, her face turning bright red and unable to respond.

Fred was surprised that Y/N was actually talking to him, and actually holding eye contact. He hoped for his sake that his random ingredients he picked up would benefit him and make the potion that was required.

But life would be too easy if that happened.

The potion exploded up in the air, barely missing both Fred and Y/N’s face. Fred let out a laugh at what just happened, not noticing the complete shock present on Y/N’s face. Her eyes looked to the front of the class to see Snape’s face.

Safe to say he was pissed off.

Snape gave them both detention, something Fred was used to and Y/N not so much. They stayed after class since it was the last period of the day and Snape demanded that they cleaned every caldron to be completely spotless.

Snape had left to go to speak to Professor Flitwick, so it was just Fred and Y/N, alone. For the first few minutes, it was silence. Y/N too busy scrubbing one of the cauldrons to notice that Fred had walked up beside her.

“You know, I’m quite happy we’re in detention together.” Fred smirked at her, Y/N thought he was having a joke around.

Y/N smiled at him. “Fred, you basically live in detention, why would this be any different?”

Fred faked offence to this. “You wound me woman, I actually have a life outside of detention.” He joked, Y/N letting out a laugh. “Seriously though, this had been my favourite one.”

“I’m glad my company has been fun.” Y/N giggled, starting to feel more confident around the red head.

“I’m just gonna go straight to the point.” Fred informed her, making Y/N stop cleaning the caldron for a moment. “Do you want to go to Hogsmeade together at the weekend? To the Three Broomsticks?”

Y/N raised a brow at the boy. “Are you asking me on a date?” She questioned, quite confused.

“That’s typically what a man does when he fancies a girl, yes.” Fred replied, Y/N didn’t trust him, this must be some sort of joke.

“Is this some sort of prank?” Y/N asked. “Make me think you’re interested and make a fool out of me for believing?”

“What kind of pranks do you think I do, Y/N?” Fred let out a laugh. “I’m sorry if I’ve pranked you in the past-“

“You’ve never pranked me, Fred.” Y/N interrupted. “I just didn’t think you liked me.”

“Lucky for you, I do.” Fred smirked, Y/N playfully rolling her eyes.

“So charming, Weasley.” Y/N beamed, she felt so much better about talking to him, she needed to tell him she felt the same way. “I’ve liked you…for a quite a while now.”

“No one can resist me so it’s understandable.” Fred joked, he couldn’t help himself, could he? Always making a joke about anything and everything.

Fred began to lean closer, eyes flickering from Y/N’s plump lips and her gorgeous eyes. Y/N leaned forward too, this would be her first kiss, she hoped it would go alright.

Their lips pressed together and it was like the both of them had been together for years, they fit together like jigsaw pieces. They were too busy in the moment with each other to notice the classroom door swing open, the Slytherin head entering.

Professor Snape never partnered Y/N and Fred ever again after what he seen.

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i ramble on so much and at the end i felt like i rushed it! i need to figure out how to write these because i’m not sure this was that good, but i tried! first imagine so go easy on me if this is bad!! i’m used to writing fics hahah

my requests are open btw! :)

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death eater x harry???? oR SOMEONE ELSE IDK AH

Dark Red

Pairing ✨: Harry Potter x Death Eater!Reader (Fem!) (also implies that reader isn’t in gryffindor n also set during OOTP)

Summary 💓: Y/N has been forced by her parents to follow in their footsteps and join the death eaters, it doesn’t help that her boyfriend is Harry Potter.

Word Count 🖊: 2,613

A/N 🗣: FIRST REQUEST FROM THE LEGEND HERSELF 🤌🤌 she first sent me an edit on tiktok and she was like idea, so we’ve went for it, also first song imagine! all the lyrics i’ll be using will be in italics but i’ve had to change pronouns to fit harry :)

Warnings ⚠️: swearing and made my heart ache a little, manipulation

Requested? 📮: yes! :)

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The rain was pelting hard against the window in Y/N’s dorm, the loudness of the rain drops smashing against the glass had awoken the girl from her slumber. She sat up from bed and leaned against her headboard.

Rubbing her eyes, Y/N adjusted to the dim lighting in the room. Everything in her life was just perfect, her grades were good, she had lots of friends, and last but most definitely not least there was Harry.

They had been dating for over a year now and Y/N could see it lasting, what she felt with Harry was something so indescribable, but it made her so happy. The two of them distracted each other from their lives. Y/N helped him take his mind off He Who Must Not Be Named, and he distracted her from her parents.

Her parents did not approve of their relationship, and Y/N knew it probably had something to do with the fact they secretly supported Voldemort. But she hadn’t ever told him that, for the matter she hadn’t told many peoples.

Y/N was staring at the top of her bed, her stomach beginning to turn. This usually happened when she got a bad feeling. Y/N focused on trying to figure out what might happen, fail a test? Have an argument with someone?

Y/N thoughts were going fifty miles an hour that she didn’t hear her friend wake up next to her. “You look deep in thought.” She joked, Y/N turning to face her. “What’s the matter?” Her friend questioned.

Y/N let out a sigh. “Something bad is about to happen to me.” She mumbled, knowing how ridiculous it might have sounded.

“You’ve been listening to Trelawney too much.” Her friend brushed off with a smile, but it slowly dropped when she saw Y/N’s expression. “Come on Y/N, what could possible happen?”

“I don’t know what, but I feel it coming.” Y/N voiced her thoughts to her friend.

“Let’s do something to take your mind off this.” Her friend suggested. Y/N thought that be the best. Normally when she didn’t feel great, if she did something else to busy herself, the thought usually disappeared.

“Where are you planning to take me?” Y/N questioned, she got out of bed and collected her clothes that she would put on.

“I need to go down to Owlery, I promised to send my sister something from Zonko’s.” Her friend informed her, going into the toilet to get dressed.

Y/N decided to just get dressed in the dorm, the other three girls were fast asleep so she felt comfortable changing. The two girls them left the dormitory once they were ready and headed out their common room.

There wasn’t many students around the castle yet, but this was around the time many of them would be waking up. Many would wake up so thankful it was finally the weekend and they could have some sort of freedom.

Umbridge’s rule over the school was making many reach breaking point, there were new rules almost every day and it was completely turning Hogwarts into a prison. They weren’t allowed to do anything, couldn’t act like normal teenagers, she was determined to make everyone prim, proper and to not challenge the Ministry.

There only hope was Dumbledore’s Army, the only freedom they had. But Marietta Edgecombe had ratted them out, and they were all severely punished. Y/N felt sorry for Harry, it was all going so well and once they were caught, he blamed himself. Y/N tried to reassure her boyfriend that it wasn’t his fault, but she couldn’t get through to him.

In fact, the two of them hadn’t really spoken since Umbridge began giving them punishments, Harry was isolating himself and kept his distance. Y/N was missing him but sometimes he did this, so she decided to let him have a moment to himself and then he would be back to normal.

The girls eventually reached the Owlery, Y/N’s friend immediately heading to find her owl so she could send the products from Zonko to her sister. Y/N looked around at the different owls, but one caught her eye.

It was her parent’s owl. And it had a letter tied around their talon. Y/N untied the letter, about to read it until her friend appeared behind her.

“Has Y/N got a love note from Potter?” Her friend teased her.

“Parents owl.” Y/N informed her friend, who raised both brows. Y/N’s parents hadn’t really kept in contact with her much when she was at Hogwarts, so receiving a letter was unusual.

“What did they say?” Her friend questioned.

“I’m not sure, I haven’t read it yet.” Y/N replied, laughing slightly as she thought of something. “Might be so sad, might leave my nose running.”

“If it’s just to bring you down, ignore them.” Her friend reminded her, her arm wrapping around Y/N’s shoulder. “Let’s head back up, I’m starving.”

Y/N agreed, the two girls heading up the castle for breakfast. They entered the Great Hall and were about to sit at their own house table before Hermione waved them over.

“What’s that?” Hermione questioned immediately as they sat down in front of her, the girl’s two best friends were nowhere to be seen, but not unusual for them to be late for breakfast.

“Nosy are we, Hermione?” Y/N’s friend joked, Hermione playfully shrugged it off.

“It’s a letter from my parents.” Y/N told her, placing the unread letter onto the table.

“Oh.” Hermione mumbled, most people knew what Y/N’s parents were like, she had either told them or heard Harry’s complaints about they didn’t approve of him and the relationship. “Is everything alright?”

“I haven’t read it yet. I will after I have something to eat.” Y/N replied, scanning the table to try and find something to eat. “Where’s the toast?” Her friend reaching and grabbing a piece of toast for Y/N.

The three girls just quietly ate breakfast for a while and enjoyed each other’s company, Ron tiredly stumbled towards them. “Nice of you to finally join us Ronald.” Hermione greeted as he sat down beside her.

“Hermione, I was exhausted.” Ron huffed, grabbing as much food as he could onto his plate, he always acted like he barely eats.

“You always are.” Hermione mumbled under her breath, going back to eating some porridge.

“Where’s Harry?” Y/N blurted out, poor Ron had been harassed by her since Harry started to isolate himself. Ron most definitely knew more than she did.

“Still getting ready, mate.” Ron spoke with his mouth full, Hermione pulling a face and scoffing. “I think he’s alright today, you know, I’d have a chat with him today.” He suggested.

“Thanks Ron.” Y/N smiled, finishing what she was having. Her eyes caught the letter again, she really didn’t want to open it but she was also desperate to find out what they want. With a quiet sigh, she picked up the letter and began to read it.

Dear Y/N,

We hope you are well at Hogwarts, Umbridge seems to finally be turning that school around for the better, I’m sure you’d agree.

Well you would have when you were younger.

We miss our old Y/N, always following the rules and in our footsteps. But every since you started to attend Hogwarts with that daft old man as your head teacher, you changed.

And of course that boyfriend of yours didn’t help either, just like his father, always in trouble. Poor Lily should’ve saved herself.

As you know, the Dark Lord is back. You know how we always felt towards him, but we fear he will target us because of your choices. Many have heard he won’t accept us, because of your closeness to Potter.

He may come after us Y/N, we need you back on our side. Otherwise we’re all dead, you don’t want Potter finding out you’ve been killed by him? He can’t lose another loved one to the Dark Lord.

Write back to us as soon as you can, we can guide you along the way.

All the best,

Mum and Dad.

Y/N eyes began to well up, she knew that feeling from this morning meant something, but for it to be this bad? How on earth she was meant to tell Harry this? “Everything alright?” Her friend put a hand Y/N’s shoulder, the latter had completely forgot where she was at the moment.

“I need to go.” Y/N informed them, quickly jumping up from the bench.

“What did they say to you?” Hermione questioned, but Y/N didn’t answer her. The girl made her way from the hall, eyes trained on the floor to avoid any eye contact from her friends. But that made it difficult to watch where she was going.

Y/N crashed right into someone. “I’m sorry.” She quickly apologised as she refused to look up, she just wanted to go back into her dorm room.

“Y/N?” A voice she could instantly recognise.

“I can’t talk right now, Harry.” Y/N rushed past him, she needed to think what she was going to tell him, if she was going to tell him.

“I just hope he don’t want to leave me.” She mumbled to herself.

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It had been a few weeks and Y/N hadn’t said a word to anybody, her and Harry had completely switched places. She was the one isolating herself, trying to decide what to do. Ignore what her parents said, stay with her boyfriend and friends and hope to God nothing happens to them. Or risk listening to her parents, and possibly lose her relationships at Hogwarts?

She had been exchanging letters between her parents in the meantime to see what she needed to do, and it seemed to be to just join them at the Ministry, which didn’t seem so bad. Her parents worked high up for the Ministry anyway, so as long as they gave her permission to leave, Umbridge would let her.

Y/N had pretended to stay asleep until the rest of her dorm mates left, including her friend, before eventually getting up. The feeling in her chest was back from before, the one she got before her parents letter. “Something bad is about to happen to me.” She sadly mumbled, even the weather had mirrored her emotions, it was a dreary day, grey skies and gloom surrounded the castle.

Y/N fidgeted with her hands as she thought what would happen, anxiety fuelling her veins. “Why I feel this way? I don’t know…” She took a deep breath. “Maybe-“

The dorm door opened and revealed Y/N’s friend. “What the fuck is going with you?” She demanded. “What did they say to you to make you like this?”

“It’s complicated.” Y/N brushed off, should she tell her? She did tell her friend everything and maybe it would be good to have some advice.

After some deep breaths and forcing tears to stop falling, Y/N confessed to her friend everything. By the end of it, her friend was in complete shock, face contorting from confusing, to anger, to annoyance.

“And I just don’t know what to do about Harry.” Y/N sadly mumbled. “I think of him so much it drives me crazy.”

“Y/N, this is bad.” Her friend managed to stammer out.

“I just don’t want him to leave me.” Y/N cried, finally allowing the tears to fall.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N.” Her friend snapped. “Of course he will. Joining the people who support the being who killed his parents?” She raised a brow. “I’d definitely forgive you.” Sarcastically she finished.

“But he knows what my parents are like.” Y/N countered.

“I don’t think he’ll care.” Her friend pointed out, deep down Y/N knew the same, Harry would be extremely hurt by this. “How the fuck are you gonna get out this?”

“I don’t know.” Y/N shrugged. “You Know Who will kill them if I don’t help them.”

“Are you forgetting who your boyfriend is?” Her friend raised a brow.

Oh yeah, it would be completely fair on Harry to force him to protect her family. “Like he’s gonna show mercy.” Y/N huffed. “Harry was with Cedric and look what happened, he wants Harry and to just kill who gets in his way.”

It was silent for a moment, neither of them knew what to say. “What are you gonna tell him?” Her friend quietly spoke up, Y/N didn’t say anything. Her friend’s mouth fell open and eyes widened at Y/N’s lack of an answer. “You need to tell him.”

“And say what?! Sorry, I need to go help my Death Eater parents and probably do something for You Know Who.” Y/N snapped.

“I don’t know how to help you.” Her friend awkwardly mumbled.

Y/N knew she couldn’t. She was now trapped with no escape.

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Y/N was at the Ministry with her parents, she still had no idea what they were doing or why they needed her, but it wasn’t as bad as she thought. The family got into an elevator and started to head down a few floors.

“Now, whatever you do, don’t talk.” Her mum warned her before the elevator stopped, the girl nodded and they walked out as the doors opened. Y/N could see Draco Malfoy’s father and another woman with curly black hair.

“Did it work?” Y/N’s father asked Lucius.

“I believe so.” Lucius replied, nobody really taking notice to Y/N.

“I can’t wait to meet him.” The black haired woman cackled.

“Now, now, Bellatrix. We have to leave him for the Dark Lord.” Lucius reminded her, the woman huffing dramatically. Y/N’s eyes widened, oh how she was praying they weren’t taking about Harry.

Please don’t be talking about Harry.

“What if he’s fine?” Y/N thought to herself. “It’s my mind that’s wrong. And I just let bad thoughts linger for far too long.”

“We’re going in. Have your wand ready.” Her dad whispered to her. They walked through a door with a handle in the middle into a huge room filled with crystal balls. She couldn’t study them for long before being dragged into the darkness.

The door had opened again a few minutes later, but Y/N couldn’t see who had walked in, only dragged by her parents deeper into the room.

“They should be here!” Harry’s voice was heard, Y/N’s heart dropping to her stomach. Why did he have to come here?

“Harry? It’s got your name on it.” Neville informed him.

“Follow Lucius.” Her mum whispered in her ear, Y/N reluctantly following him, who was now wearing a Death Eater mask.

“Harry!” Here it goes, Y/N kept back from Lucius as the group’s wands lit up the path, she desperately wanted to stay hidden and they would never know she was here.

“Where’s Sirius and Y/N?” Harry demanded as Lucius approached him.

“How fortunate we are to have Y/N right with us.” You could hear the smirk in Lucius’ voice, Y/N wanted to run and escape, but how could one girl manage to escape four Death Eaters?

“What are you talking about?” Harry angrily asked.

“Come on Y/N, don’t be shy.” Lucius gestures for her to come forward. Slowly and painfully, the girl got closer to Harry and the words kept repeating in her head.

“Don’t you give me up. Please don’t give up.”

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thank you so much to @drearyxo for being my first request!! i hope this was class enough for you, no hate comments from you 🙄🙄

I HAVE TO SAY I LOVED WRITING THIS SO MUCHHHHH DEFO A FAVE i think you all know by now i’m definitely better at the dialogue part then anything else, but i’m quite proud of it all today :)

there could be a part two to this??? maybe, depends if people want it

hope you enjoyed!!

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meet me at our spot x george 😃

Meet Me At Our Spot

Pairing ✨: George Weasley x Fem!reader (implies heavily they’re in a pure blood family)

Summary 💓: It was common knowledge that Y/N and George’s families didn’t get along, but that didn’t stop them from secretly seeing each other.

Word Count 🖊: 2,415 words

AN 🗣- fine i guess 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄 only joking, thanks again drearyy but i’m not doing another request until you write one word for get money 😡 anyway can we just forget for a second that all purebloods are related pls cause i know you lads don’t want to imagine being george’s second cousin and fancying him SO-

Warnings ⚠️: swearing

Requested? 📮: yaaaaa

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Y/N found it hard to stay awake, she was constantly tired and couldn’t help herself dozing off in classes. Her friends joked she was like a zombie, which she would agree.

Course it was a certain someone’s fault why she was constantly so tired, but that was their little secret.

Y/N had been secretly seeing George Weasley, which didn’t sound so bad to someone who didn’t know them. Unfortunately, their families didn’t like each other, Y/N’s family believed that the Weasley’s betrayed all pure bloods as they allowed half bloods and muggle borns to marry in the family and seen nothing wrong with it.

Y/N agreed with the Weasleys, she didn’t understand the concept of keeping the blood pure. But she never let her family know her true opinions.

It had been another late night for Y/N after meeting George, she could hear everyone moving around in her dorm but she chose to ignore them and attempt to fall back asleep.

Some of her dorm mates weren’t having it however. It was common knowledge that Y/N was a tired person and was usually slightly late for classes, but more recently Y/N had actually been fully skipping classes because she had slept through them. Of course the professors were becoming concerned and asked Y/N’s dorm mates to try and wake her up.

“Y/N, you have to get up.” One of her dorm mates shook her shoulder to try and wake her, Y/N screwed up her face and faced the other side to try and get more sleep.

“You’ve already missed three classes this week.” Her other dorm mate pointed out to Y/N. “And it’s Tuesday.” She added on.

Y/N slowly sat up with a huff, rubbing her eyes to try and get the sleep out them. She leaned against the headboard, her eyes still trying to focus. “What time is it?”

“Almost the end of breakfast.” One of her dorm mates informed her, both of the girls were dressed in their uniform, their other dorm mates had already left.

Y/N looked at the two girls as she thought of a plan. “I’ll meet you two at breakfast, I desperately need to have a shower, haven’t had one in days.” She explained to them, the two girls shared a disgusted look as they both left the room, a small smile creeping on Y/N’s face.

Y/N had in fact showered just before she went to bed.

With a grin on her face, she pulled her covers up to her chin, snuggling into the pillow and went back to dreamland. She only needed an extra hours sleep.

She had a little more than that.

Her dorm mates waited for Y/N to come down and meet them in the Great Hall, but she was nowhere to be seen, one of their professors had seen the two girls without Y/N and wasn’t pleased. They had obviously been tasked with trying to get Y/N to her classes and make sure she didn’t sleep in.

The two girls weren’t happy when they walked back in the dorm room at lunch to see Y/N was peacefully asleep.

“Really, Y/N?” One of the girls huffed. Y/N slowly opened her eyes, rolling them as she sat up like she did earlier.

“When I wake up, I can’t even stay up” Y/N joked, but neither of her dorm mates seemed up for a laugh.

“Do you realise what time it is?!” Her other dorm mate angrily asked her, Y/N knew it was probably only ten o’clock at least.

“I only slept through one class…I slept through the day.” Y/N’s eyes widened as she read the clock beside her, she had missed quite a few classes, she was going to be in some deep, deep shit. “Fuck, I’m not getting younger.”

“You’re right about that.” One of her dorm mates nodded in agreement. “How the hell are going to deal with this sleeping problem when you’re older?”

“But when I’m older, I’ll be so much stronger.” Y/N countered, “I just need to sort out this issue while I’m young and I’ll be perfectly alright by the time I leave school.” She confidently added on.

None of the three girls thought this was actually true, but it was a nice thought.

Y/N did get in trouble that day, a few detentions for missing her classes, but those never helped her exhaustion. Detention was always extremely boring, especially if it was one from Snape, so it only brought about her sleepiness more often.

Dragging herself up to her dorm room after a long night of detention, she yawned as soon as she turned the handle to her room. All of her dorm mates were fast asleep, like always.

Y/N placed her bag on her chair and noticed the parchment on her desk, the rebellious thought popping to mind like it always did.

She couldn’t meet him tonight, she was already in enough trouble. Y/N shook her head as she began to take off her uniform.

Pulling off her tights she noticed something else that didn’t help the angel on her shoulder, his jumper. One that she liked to wear while they met up in the moonlight.

She couldn’t resist, she quickly got dressed into something more comfortable and went to her table to write him his letter.

i’ll stay up for longer

meet me at our spot x

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Y/N had managed to sneak through the castle without getting caught, there was a close call as she spotted Mrs Norris lurking around the Great Hall, but managed to get past and was currently waiting in the courtyard for George.

The moon was bright that night, illuminating the cobblestone around her. It was also a full moon, perfect for a werewolf to transform and lurk around in the Forbidden Forest.

Y/N was too busy looking up at the moon to notice George coming up behind her, with a smirk on his face he used the opportunity to joke around. The bright moonlight had disappeared from Y/N’s sight and was filled with darkness, she had caught a vibe to who it might be.

“Guess who?” Y/N could hear the cheeky grin present on his freckled face, a smile forming on her own.

“Oh Fred, thank god you’re here.” Y/N teased him, she had used the same joke for almost a year now, loving the fact that George rolled his eyes every single time.

“Ha ha ha.” George monotonously replied, taking his hands away from Y/N’s face and spinning her around to face her.

Immediately, Y/N pulled him in for a kiss, her hands going up to his ginger locks and tugging at them. His hands traveled to her waist to bring her impossibly closer to his body. Y/N couldn’t resist, the moonlight had lit his features up perfectly.

Pulling away, they kept close to each other. “I missed you today.” Y/N informed him, twisting her index finger around a piece of his hair.

George raised an eyebrow at this. “We seen each other last night.” He reminded her with a smile.

“That’s way too long.” Y/N shrugged, the two of them finally pulling apart and started their walk towards the grounds, a usual routine for the two of them.

They felt comfortable in the silence as they walked together, they two of them didn’t need to talk to feel like they were interacting with one another, a hand grab or resting a head on a shoulder was enough for the two of them.

Y/N spotted a broomstick lying on the grass nearby them, lifting her head from George’s shoulder she shot towards it to grab it. Y/N wasn’t on the Quidditch team, but that didn’t mean she didn’t like flying on a broomstick.

“What have you got there?” George asked her as he got closer, Y/N spun around and held out the broomstick with a glint in her eye.

“Baby are you coming for the ride?” She questioned as she climbed onto the broomstick, already knowing George’s answer.

“You bloody well know I am.” George replied and climbed in front of her Y/N, she trusted him to control it more than she would.

They shot up into the sky, the wind rushing past their faces as George steered them towards the castle, Hogwarts truly looked beautiful from up high, especially with the Black Lake being a scenic view in the background.

Y/N’s mouth fell open in awe as she stared at the view in front of her, feeling George’s gaze on her instead of what was in front of them. She gave him the side eye with a smirk. “Have you even bothered to look at the scenic view in front of you, George?” She teased.

George let out a breathy laugh. “I just want to look into your eyes.” He admitted, Y/N playfully rolling her eyes.

“I’d rather you’d do that when we aren’t hundreds of feet in the air.” Y/N suggested with a small laugh, after a few more moments of admiring the view, the two of them heading back down towards the grounds.

They landed back on the grounds and decided to lay down on the grass and stare up at the stars. Y/N was resting her head on George’s chest, her favourite thing to do. “I just wanna stay for the night.” She let out a sigh of happiness as she snuggled closer.

George placed a kiss on top of her head while the girl thought about something. “When can we start doing that properly?” She questioned.

George let out a breath as he thought about the topic, one they usually talked about. “Whenever either of our families can accept the fact we’re together.” He replied.

Y/N nodded, knowing it was the same answer every time. “Which is an impossible task.” She pointed out to him.

George would normally agree with her, but he instead had a small smile on his face. “Don’t be such a downer, I think Fred has finally caught on.” He informed her.

Y/N sat up at this, wanting to hear more. “That’s surprising.” She joked.

George let out a small laugh. “He may have a brain the size of a caveman, but my twin isn’t daft.” He reminded her. “He doesn’t know it’s you, but knows I’m seeing someone.”

“Blimey, his genius frightens me.” Y/N sarcastically replied, unable to help herself. “What else did he say?”

George had a grin on his face before he spoke again. “He said ‘As long as you’re happy mate, that’s all any of us care about’, so sounds pretty promising.”

Y/N couldn’t hide the huge grin on her face, deciding to lay back on George’s chest. “Maybe we can tell them soon.” She suggested.

George nodded in agreement. “Maybe.”

“Wonder what it’s like to be a couple out in the open.” Y/N thought aloud. “When we take a drive, maybe we can hit the four o five.”

George furrowed his brows in confusion at that. “What on earth does that mean?”

Y/N shrugged. “Not a clue, I just heard a few muggles say it just last summer.” She replied.

Slowly, sleep began to take Y/N once again that day, George smiling down at her. “Hypnotised by the lights?” He teased, Y/N giving him a small smile before going off to dream land. George looked back up at the stars and let out a sigh of happiness. “Man this must be the life.”

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(Bonus/alternative scene!)

George found it hard to fall asleep, he was constantly wide awake at night and couldn’t help himself from having all nighters. His friends joked he was like a vampire, which he would agree.

Course it was a certain someone’s fault why he was constantly so awake, but that was their little secret.

“Mate, you look like you haven’t slept in days.” Lee pointed out to George while at the Gryffindor table. Lee was right, George hadn’t slept in days, but why would they need to know that?

“When I go to sleep, I can’t even fall asleep.” George brushed it off to them, Fred eyeing him suspiciously.

“Sometimes I wake up and you’re not even in bed, Georgie, got something you want to tell us?” Fred almost demanded, George hated keeping this secret from Fred, they told each other everything.

But Fred was also an aggressive twat that would find an issue with him and Y/N faster than Madam Hooch could say Quidditch. somethings got ahold of me, feel it taking over me

George decided to try and brush off his twin’s suspicions as much as he could. “Well, somethings got ahold of me, Freddie.” He put an arm on Fred’s shoulder. “Feel it taking over me.” George continued on. “I’m gonna die soon.”

Fred huffed at George for getting his hopes up. “That’s barbaric to even joke about, George!” Hermione piped in with an stern expression on her face.

“Why are you always listening in to conversations, Hermione?” Harry questioned the girl, bringing her back to the trio’s conversation.

“You’ve got to get your sleep sorted out.” Lee asked him, concerned for his friend.

“I’m still young, I have time to stay up the whole night, but when I’m older I’ll be moving onward.” George informed them. “That sound alright to you?”

George had went about his day in an utter daze, his eyes struggling to focus on anything that had happened in classes, maybe he should start taking Lee’s advice and get his sleep schedule sorted now.

But that all changed once he noticed a letter on his desk. He opened it once, recognising the handwriting on it. George stopped himself from reading it when Fred entered the dorm.

“I just got a drunk text” He brushed off the letter like it was nothing.

Fred seemed to be slowly catching on what was really going on, letting out a sigh. “As long as you’re happy mate, that’s all any of us care about.” George gave him a small nod of appreciation before Fred headed to bed. George finally turned over the letter to see what Y/N had wrote.

“Meet me at our spot, got something I wanna show you.”

George smiled. “They can’t find us there.”

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GUYS I LOVED WRITING THIS, THE WAY I DID IT I THINK WAS GOOD

i really didn’t know how to add in caught a vibe or the four o five part so if it doesn’t make sense, we’re gonna ignore it and move on ok 💓 also i’m not sure i’m GREAT at writing fluff I DID MY BEST SO PLS DONT BULLY 😧☹️

i have two angst imagines planned after this so enjoy this fluff while it lasts 👍

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wroetospotterwp · 3 years

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Glasses

Pairing ✨: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

Summary 💓: Everyone can’t help but pester Harry and Y/N about liking each other, Y/N sets the record straight and years later is hit with heartbreak.

Word Count 🖊: 740

A/N 🗣: i seen an audio on tiktok that was from my girl and i was immediately inspired to do a small imagine about it, if you’ve seen my girl YOU ALREADY KNOW AND IM SO SORRY FOR RELIEVING THOSE MEMORIES

Warnings ⚠️: death 👍 obvs this is kinda an AU so just go with it

Requested? 📮: no

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“Y/N! Stop lying!” Lavender giggled, gently shoving the girl. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I’m really not, Lavender.” She shook her head, she was really hoping they would stop bothering her at some point.

“You obviously fancy Harry.” Seamus wiggled his eyebrows at the girl. The thought alone made Y/N want to be sick, not her and Harry!

“Absolutely not!” Y/N exclaimed, she wasn’t sure what gave them the impression that she did fancy him, but she really didn’t!

“You bloody well do!” Ron retorted. “Harry likes you too, someone needs to make a move.”

Y/N was going to counter what Ron said, when the portrait opened and Harry walked inside, finished with Quidditch practice. He noticed the look on everyone’s face.

“What’s going on?” Harry questioned.

“Just talking about you and Y/N, how you two can’t confess to each other your feelings.” Ron explained to his best friend.

“We really don’t fancy each other.” Harry laughed, the group raising a brow at the Boy who Lived.

“Guys! You think I’d kiss that ugly old thing?! Just friends!” Y/N joked, the group immediately throwing arguments as to why she really did fancy Harry. She looked over to the boy to see him awkwardly laugh at what Y/N just said.

Perhaps she went too far saying that, hoping she didn’t upset Harry too much for saying that, but it got the message across. They all stopped pestering her and went back to their own thing.

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The Battle of Hogwarts was getting intense, many people Y/N had known through the years, Fred, Lavender, Colin, Lupin, Tonks and many others had all died already during the horrific fight against Voldemort. Y/N wanted to make sure that one person had made it out safe.

Harry.

She had barely seen him the entire battle, and she was getting worried. He had to stay alive. Otherwise Voldemort will win, reigning terror for years to come.

She had come to the realisation over the past few years about Harry. What she said all those years ago in the common room weren’t true now, and she needed to tell him how she felt.

Preferably before either one of them got killed.

She had seen him fake his death earlier on, panic rushing through her as she thought he had been murdered. But he got up and continued fighting. But since then, nothing.

That’s when she saw.

Harry and Voldemort were battling in the middle of the courtyard, their spells joined together as they fought with all their might.

Harry was winning, and Voldemort knew it too. Soon enough, Harry had defeated him, the evil villain falling from his power as Harry once again saved the Wizarding World.

Y/N was going to rush over and hug him, but Harry was doubled over, he looked as though he was in extreme pain. Others rushed forward to congratulate him for saving them, but he too fell to the ground, just like his enemy had.

Y/N couldn’t believe it, how? Why? She wanted to go see him, but others were pushing past her. Madam Pomfrey soon arriving and rushing him to the Hospital Wing.

Soon after, Harry Potter was pronounced dead.

Y/N didn’t believe such a thing though, he couldn’t die, she wanted him to live, she needed him to live.

Y/N arrived at the Hospital Wing, she needed to see herself, he had to still be alive. The distraught Ron and sobbing Hermione wasn’t helping her denial. They both looked broken, their hearts had been completely shattered.

Madam Pomfrey spotted Y/N enter the room, the watery eyed matron of Hogwarts, moving so the girl could see the scar headed boy.

He looked peaceful, like he was asleep. He must be sleeping. Y/N felt the lump in her throat forming as she reached him.

He was missing something though. He needed them if he was going to wake up.

“Where’s his glasses?” Y/N croaked at Madam Pomfrey. “He can’t see without his glasses.”

“Y/N…he doesn’t-“ Madam Pomfrey tried to comfort the girl, seeing her shaking, about to snap any moment.

“He needs his glasses!” Y/N wailed, her eyes searching for them. If she found his glasses, things would be okay. He’d wake up and they’d be happy.

But Y/N couldn’t find his glasses, and she was never able to find Harry’s glasses.

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yEs i cried writing this, let me write angst and cry in peace. but like imagine harry actually died after he defeated voldemort, i would’ve thrown deathly hallows out the window.

anyway hope you enjoyed! and requests are open!

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She’s Just Perfect

Pairing ✨- Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary 💓: Y/N and Ron used to perfect together, but then his perfect girl split them apart.

Word Count 🖊: 706

A/N 🗣: first angst imagineee, kinda based off the idea i have for my ron fic in the works but not completely. this is definitely one of my favourite things i’ve wrote :)

Warnings ⚠️: it’s quite sad lol, self concious thoughts?? it’s hinted

Requested? 📮 - nope

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Y/N never used to be one to dwell on the past, what’s happened, has happened and you cannot change the outcome of it no matter what.

But now she can’t help herself, her recent breakup has just forced her to dwell on everything.

Things she should have spotted, things he had said that should’ve caught her attention, but it was funny how love really did make you blind.

Things started out well for Y/N Y/L/N and Ronald Weasley, both had fancied each other for a while and in Forth year, Ron had asked her to the Yule Ball. Of course, Y/N thought it was just to spite Hermione Granger, she always used to think they were something.

Ron brushed off her fears, assuring her that he wanted to go with her. Y/N should have taken notice to the furrowed brows Harry did when his best friend told her this.

He didn’t dance with her that night, he spent most his night with a scowl on his face. Y/N just thought he didn’t like balls or any dances for that matter, she enjoyed herself as much as she could.

Y/N wanted to see him again.

She plucked up the courage and asked him if he wanted to go on a date, he was silent for a while, but a glint became present in his eye, of course Y/N thought this was maybe him showing interest in her.

He agreed and soon after the date, he asked if she wanted to be his girlfriend. Y/N felt like she was on cloud 9, she was so estatic.

Many others didn’t share the same emotion as her. Harry looked as though he wanted to tell her something, but felt he couldn’t. His brothers and his sister were confused, but still supportive.

Hermione seemed to one of the only ones to seem actually happy for them, she joked with them that Y/N was perfect to try and help the red head.

Hermione said Y/N was perfect for Ron. But that just wasn’t true.

Fifth year began and things still were on the up, everyone began to warm up to the couple being together. Y/N was completely smitten, completely, and utterly smitten for him.

Ron would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t feel the same way as her, because he did, only then, but in the past he did.

But then Sixth year happened.

They were couple people began to think would last to the end, the ‘high school sweethearts’ some would say, Y/N can’t help but laugh at such a statement.

It all began when Lavender Brown started to take an interest in Ron, but Ron didn’t seem to be showing any interest in her, so Y/N didn’t give the girl a second thought.

She should’ve been focused on another girl.

Ron wasn’t acting the same, things were beginning to become awkward between them, he never wanted to hang out together anymore, always saying he was ‘busy with Harry and Hermione’.

She spotted out his lies quickly when she used to see Harry with other people while Ron claimed his friend was with them.

Hermione wasn’t talking to her, she always seem too frightened to. Y/N thought she had perhaps said something to Hermione that offended her.

But when Ron was in the Hospital Wing, and the first person there was Hermione, and seemed happy with the fact she was the only person there, things started to become clear to Y/N.

As soon as Ron had recovered, Y/N asked to talk with him. Ron could already tell what it was about, seeing the sadness on her face, the guilt he had felt for months when he should have told her earlier, but instead he led her on for longer, making her believe there was still something.

Y/N broke up with him, she wouldn’t of been able to deal with the fact that he dumped her and was able to move on quickly. She did tell Ron she was happy for him though, he had found who he wanted.

Ron had found his perfect person, but Y/N just wasn’t her.

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IM SORRY I MADE HIM LIKE THIS ITS JUST AN IMAGINE i don’t want any character slander. i hope you enjoyed anyway :)

requests are open! <3

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To My Love

Pairing ✨: Cedric Diggory x Gender Netural!Reader (implies reader is also in gryffindor)

Summary 💓: Cedric has just recently been murdered, Y/N is still trying to pick up the pieces. They soon discover a letter.

Word Count 🖊: 951

A/N 🗣: no one has stopped me writing these angst imagines so yes i will keep doing them and keep you all suffering, this is based on the part of “Rolling In The Deep” that’s trending rn

Warnings ⚠️: death/dealing with death, minor swearing, overall can be quite sad

Requested? 📮: no

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It has been so difficult for Y/N.

The end of their Sixth Year wasn’t supposed to end like this. Their boyfriend should’ve won the Triwizard Tournament, he put so much of his energy and deserved to win the competition.

But that would make life too easy, wouldn’t it?

Voldemort had come back, Y/N didn’t care that they weren’t allowed to say his name, he murdered him. He took Cedric away from them.

It wasn’t fair, none of this was fair.

Y/N had spent so much time already thinking to themselves, what had they done? What could they have possibly have done to deserve to have their love taken from them.

Y/N and Cedric has been together since Third Year, and they were so excited to continue their relationship. Move in together, get married, have or adopt their children.

The dream had been crushed.

Y/N had spent most of their time in Cedric’s dorm after he had died, under his bed covers sobbing themselves to sleep every. single. night. They were thankful that Cedric’s friends were so understanding, not telling them to shut up or stop crying.

The school year was about to end however, and all of Cedric’s belongings were still scattered around the dorm, just like he left it before the The Maze.

Y/N had been desperately trying to not look at the photo of the two of them the entire time, it was painful to see them both happy in that photo. All the memories they had together.

God, how they wished they never met Cedric. That would have stopped the tears falling, stop them from rolling in the deep.

They wanted to take the photo though, it was their favourite picture. Plus they really needed one of Cedric’s jumpers right now, maybe to even keep. Just for his scent. Maybe that would make it less painful.

With a tear stained face, they climbed out of Cedric’s bed. They crouched beside his trunk and started to try and find their favourite jumper.

While lifting out his Hufflepuff knitted jumper, a piece of paper fell, it must have come attached to it. Y/N couldn’t help themselves, they became curious.

What they discovered wasn’t anything Y/N could imagine.

To My Love, Y/N

You might not need to see this letter, which I’ll be thankful for, but that might mean you’re no longer with me, which I hope to God isn’t the case.

Assuming I’m no longer here, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve left you behind Y/N. I’m sorry I’ve broken our promise that we’ll be together until the very end of both our lives. I’m sorry we couldn’t do all the stuff we wanted to do.

You know I wanted all that too.

Why am I writing this letter now you ask? Because I’m petrified, almost every year since Harry Potter’s been at school, You Know Who has come back in some sort of way.

You may already know this, but he’s coming back Y/N, I have a feeling. He never died that night. No one is safe.

You need to stay safe. You know I always tell you to never run into danger, but you’ve never given a shit about any of that, have you?

Such a brave and beautiful individual, one of the things I admire about you.

But for me, I beg, please be careful, if I’m no longer here, I don’t want you joining me. You’ve got so much to live for, love. Whatever happens with You Know Who, still make the most of your life.

You know where I’m going with this.

I need you to move on from me, Y/N. Find someone new, boyfriend, girlfriend, whoever. Enjoy your life with them. Do what you planned to do with us.

We could have had it all, love. But I want you to have your all with someone else. I can’t stand the thought you suffering because of me, I want you to be happy, and if that’s not with me, I’m okay with that.

Unless they start to treat you badly, then you know I’ll be haunting them as a ghost. If shit starts flying all over the place, you’ll know I’m getting them back.

But do that for me, alright? I’m insisting you do. It may take time, and that’s alright. But if you feel ready to move on, I hope you know that it’s alright.

I teared up writing that part! This is difficult for me to write, you’re here with me right now. Asleep on my bed, while I’m writing a letter to you if I die, strange isn’t it?

If you woke up and saw me writing this…I’m not sure what I’d say. So I’m hoping that you sleep peacefully and don’t decide to wake up.

You can take what you want from my belongings, I want you to have as much as you want. Perhaps the picture of us beside my bed, just in case you forget what that bloke you dated in high school looked like.

You’re free to take away any jumpers, lucky for you there’s no more need for me to beg for my jumper back. You can keep them.

The smell might fade, I’m not sure how to fix that. Have a look for a spell that can make the scent stay, there must be something.

I guess this is it.

I hope you never forget the memories and times we had, I know I never did. Good luck with your life, love. You deserve the entire world and more, so find someone who can give you that.

Love you forever and always,

Ced.

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ehhh not sure about this one, but i tried! hopefully it’s alright!

can’t believe i’m already on 20 followers too!! thank you so much! i’m hoping to plan an event soon for 25!! :))

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is there like a universal agreement about who is the faceclaims for the afton family??? or is it undecided?

ive seen a lot of people say that willem is william afton but i’ve not seen anyone really agree on one for the rest of the fam

but i like how they look in the animations (especially michael 🙏🙏) but i can’t figure out what actors/actresses looks closest to the animations

also for the emily’s as well like?? have i not been searching hard enough and it’s really obvious-

i totally don’t need this for a fanfic so help a gal out 🙏

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Freddie’s Guitar Lesson

Pairing ✨: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary 💓: In order to pass music class, Y/N needs to learn an instrument, and the teacher’s partnered her with guitarist Fred Weasley.

Word Count 🖊: 1,397

A/N 🗣: thank you for the support on my first Fred imagine, i didn’t expect that many people to like it! this one might not be as good but i’ve never wrote an AU before :)

Warnings ⚠️: swearing

Requested? 📮: no

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Y/N was waiting for the class to finish, she was so unbelievably bored to shit. It was Music class, she had been forced to take it to fill up her timetable, it was that or Art.

Unless she could pass the class drawing a stickman, she reluctantly took Music. She didn’t think it would be that difficult, just listen to some music and say how it made her feel.

Oh how she was wrong.

She was currently set to fail Music class, which didn’t bother her at first, until she found out she needed to for uni. She was set to pass all her other classes and meet the grade requirements, but she had to pass Music or she wouldn’t get in.

Quite the predicament.

She went to her teacher about her grade, begging for him to pass her, but he said the only way she had a chance was if she passed her instrument exam.

This would have sounded simple to some, but Y/N didn’t know how to play an instrument. And how the fuck was she going to learn one in a few days?

Her teacher could sense her worry and Y/N could see an idea was in his mind. He told her to have a seat and wait for class to start.

Now here she was, waiting in class. He hadn’t told her what was happening and she was getting bored of waiting. “Now, some of us need to have a little boost of help with their instrument exam.” The teacher briefly looked at Y/N. “So to help them, I’ve decided we should partner up and help each other out.”

Ah. This was what she was waiting for.

Y/N was waiting to be picked, she had no idea who anyone was in her class, she just used to spend her time sleeping or daydreaming.

“Y/N.” The teacher sharply got the girl’s attention. The class’ eyes were on her, she must’ve of been paying attention. “You’ll be partnered with Fred.”

Y/N nodded, she had no fucking idea who Fred was. She looked around the class and no one gave her any signal he was this classmate.

The teacher let out a sigh as he seen the confused look on Y/N’s face. “Right corner.” Turning around, Y/N seen a boy with ginger hair. Y/N assumed this was Fred and moved to sit beside him.

“Hi.” She greeted.

“Do you know anyone in this class?” Fred questioned her immediately.

“Not really, no.” Y/N admitted.

Fred let out a breathy laugh through his nose. “Thought so.” He replied.

“So, what instrument do you play?” Y/N asked.

“Guitar.” Fred answered, Y/N internally winced. How the hell was she going to learn guitar? “Do you really hate it that much?”

He must have seen the expression on her face. “It’s not that.” Y/N insisted. “I’m just not sure how the hell Im gonna learn it.”

“You don’t need to learn guitar if you don’t want to.” Fred gave a small smile. “I know the basics of most instruments, so I can always help with one that you already know.”

Oh. He thought she actually played.

“That’s the thing…Fred.” Y/N let out a nervous laugh. “I know fuck all.” Fred furrowed his brows at this. “I don’t know any instruments.”

“What the hell are you doing in this class?” Fred questioned.

Y/N let out a small laugh. “It was either this or Art, and I can’t even draw a stickman that well.”

“So, why do you care?” Fred shrugged.

“I have to pass this class for uni.” Y/N explained to him.

Fred didn’t say anything for a moment as he thought to himself. “This is gonna be tough.” He mumbled.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at this. “I might be a quick learner.”

Fred let out a laugh. “I’m sure you will be.” He sarcastically replied. Fred got up from his seat. “We better get started now.”

“Where are you going?” Y/N asked him.

“The music room, my guitar’s in there.” Fred informed her, heading towards the classroom door. The teacher didn’t even bother, this must have been a regular occurrence. Fred turned around when he seen Y/N wasn’t with him. “Coming or not?”

Y/N raised a brow. “Can’t you just bring it through?”

Fred pretended to ponder for a moment. “No.” He bluntly replied, leaving the classroom.

Y/N let out a sigh as she got up from her seat. “Alright then.” She followed Fred towards the music room, a spare room where students kept instruments for when they needed them to practice.

“Do you know any of the notes?” Fred asked her as he pulled his guitar out his case.

“What do you think?” Y/N replied.

“Let’s start with C.” Fred told her, holding his guitar to show her the note.

There was a spare guitar beside her, she picked it up and tried to find the correct note. But she hadn’t quite got it. Fred leaned forward and moved her fingers to the correct note.

“Thanks.” She mumbled. Fred began to teach her an easy song, hoping she would catch on. At the start, she actually did, Y/N was going well following on.

But one part she just kept slipping up on.

“I give up!” Y/N angrily huffed, putting the guitar to the side and getting up from her seat.

“And just not pass the class?” Fred raised a brow. “What are you going to do about Uni? You need to keep at this, Y/N.”

Y/N huffed. “It’s just so difficult.”

“Learning an instrument isn’t easy, but it is possible.” Fred reminded her.

“But how?” Y/N desperately asked.

Fred thought for a moment, until Y/N seen an idea pop into his head, she could tell from the glint in his brown eyes and the smirk on his face. “Get your guitar again.” He told her, Y/N reluctantly did as he said, sitting down in her seat and picking up the guitar.

Fred pulled up a seat and placed it behind Y/N, who raised a brow at what on earth he was doing. Fred put his hands on top of hers, so he could help guide her fingers to change notes.

Y/N’s face was as red as a tomato.

“Is everything alright?” Fred asked, Y/N just nodded as she ignored any eye contact. He was quite close to her, she could feel his breath beside her ear.

It did help her though, Fred figured out what she was doing wrong. She kept jumping to the wrong notes because of the part of the song she learned earlier. They solved it and soon enough, she had managed the full song.

“Want to try it all yourself?” Fred had pulled away from where he was, Y/N couldn’t help but feel that she was missing the feeling of him so close to her.

“I’m not quite sure I get it.” Y/N turned around and smiled at Fred.

“Y/N, don’t get nervous. You are definitely ready.” Fred informed her, putting his seat away. Y/N sighed and tried to play it herself, and unfortunately she was quite good.

“That was brilliant Y/N!” Fred cheered, getting ready to leave the room.

“Fred.” Y/N blurted out, she wasn’t even sure what she wanted to say, now they were just staring at one another.

“Are you going to say anything or are we gonna do a staring competition?” Fred joked, Y/N abruptly got up from her seat and pushed some hair behind her ear, a nervous habit of hers.

“I was just wondering…” Y/N trailed off, taking a deep breath before talking again. “If you’d maybe give me more lessons?”

“You only need one song to just pass the exam.” Fred reminded her. “No need to worry.”

“I was meaning in general.” Y/N saw the confused expression on Fred’s face. “I’d like you to help me again.”

Realisation had finally hit Fred. “I’m free tomorrow if you want to come over?” He suggested, Y/N giving a nod.

“Maybe learn half a song if you have enough energy.” Fred winked at her as Y/N turned red once again, understanding what he was insinuating.

“We’ll see.”

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hi! hope this was good! it was my first proper AU and im not sure how it is, so hopefully it was good!

i know barely anything about guitars as well so i relate to Y/N here ahhaha

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