#and whatever the hell freds fiance was called

[piglinmyfeet]

Jimmy being a ghost is so currently relevant

It's just like A Christmas Carol, but is Jimmy the ghost of Christmas past present or future?

[xxreader-writerxx]

Red Haired Boy

Word Count: 3.6k (sorry got carried away)

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Warnings: PTSD, mentions of death (happy ending tho), panic attack, graphic violence at parts, mentions of blood, cursing (maybe?), tell me if I need to add anything

Y/N= Your Name L/N= Your Last Name Y/H= Your House Y/N/N= Your nickname

I get shoved sideways by a red haired boy and run into the wall. I let out a small gasp feeling my shoulder run into a sharp brick. I hold the cut with tears in my eyes. I see the boy turn around and run back worried. "Bloody hell! I'm so so sorry!" He tells me and I shake my head firmly. "It's alright." I mumble trying to make it seem like I'm not crying. "No it's not, you're bleeding!" He tells me and I see another boy run and stop seeing us. "Fred! He's on my tail!" He tells him tugging his arm. "Go on then! I need to handle something!" He tells him angrily getting his arm free. "Whatever..." The other boy mutters. "Does it hurt?" He asks and I shake my head shyly. "No... I'm fine. Really."

"WEASLEY!" I hear and see its our groundskeeper. "I'm going to enjoy this one..." He mutters to himself as he pulls the boy by his arm harshly. I look at him and he looks sad but smiles weakly at me. "AH MY ARM. OH IT HURTS!" I say not thinking. "What?!" He asks and I clutch my arm. "AH HELP HELP!" I yelp and he drops Fred, as soon as he's freed I silently tell him to run and he smiles at me. He runs and Filch is still distracted by my wailing. I stand straight and smile. "Its gone now. I think I just need to get patched up." I say calmly, walking to the infirmary.

"What do you mean?" I hear as I get wrapped up by Madam Pomfrey. "It was bloody amazing. She started screaming her arm hurt and let me run off!" A nearly identical voice replies. "Well good for her but karma must've came to bite you." The voice replies. "Yeah... But- No way! It's her!" He says and I look up to see the boy I helped earlier. "Hey- What happened!?" I ask seeing his eye covered in blood. "When he was running he was distracted and fell face first into a statue, cut his eyebrow pretty good." His identical brother tells me. "Oh no!" I say and he walks over and Madam Pomfrey groans.

"Sit there, I'll be back in a moment... Foolish boy..." She mutters and he hops up next to me. "Fred Weasley." He introduces and I smile shyly, shaking his hand. "Y/n, Y/n L/n..."

"I wanted to say thank you, for not only saving me but I also wanted to say thank you for saving me despite me hurting you." He tells me shyly and I smile. "My pleasure."

***

I wake up to my boyfriend kissing my shoulder as I sleepily wake up. "Hi baby..." I whisper groggily. "Hi darling..." He smiles at me and I notice he's kissing my scar from how we met. He places his cheek against mine as I wrap his arms around me. "Whatcha thinking about?" I ask and he sighs. "I never payed you back for saving me the day you got this..." He tells me and I laugh. "How bout..." I say pushing him lightly so I'm on top. "Five minutes, whenever I choose to use it, you have to do whatever I want." I whisper and he smiles cheekily. "Yes ma'am..." He tells me and I chuckles. "Yay that one day I will be doing no dishes." I tell him and he scoffs. "I was thinking something more sexual but ok." He tells me and I kiss his nose.

***

I look around frantically for my loved ones, happy I am a half witch so my family isn't here, blood related though. I look for the Weasley Family trying to see through the falling dust and rubble. I see a messy ginger hair and get excited. I limp over as quickly and see its not my Weasley but Percy. He's screaming for help. I ignore the pain coursing through me and run the best I can.

He's digging through rubble and I freeze in fear. "W-who is that?" I ask seeing a hand underneath it all. "JUST HELP!" He screams and I rush over moving each piece of rubble. I finally help drag the body out. I lay him on me to support his head and moves his hair from his eyes. "Freddie?" I ask softly and he looks at me smiling. "Hey..." He barely says and he gasps slightly for air. "Hey, stay awake for me... Percy get help, he's bleeding a lot..." I cry and he runs. I feel Fred's weak and cold hand wrap around mine. "I hoped you were in my last moments ya know?" He tells me smiling, tears brimming in his eyes.

"Well let that be another day. Freddie you are going to stay alive you idiot." I tell him chuckling through my worry, combing his hair lightly. "I want you to be happy. Don't wait for me to come back. Find someone who makes you happy. Alright?" He asks and I scoff. "I would if you were dying. But you aren't." I sob and he holds my hand. "You'll be ok..." He whispers closing his eyes but I grab his head shaking my own. "Hey remember the time we met?" I ask smiling at him and he nods smiling. "You cut my shoulder so deep and I saved you minutes later, remember that?"  I ask and he scoffs leaning his head back weakly. "Didn't think my last moments would be getting guilt tripped." He tells me and gasps at a pain in his side. "Well because of that you told me you would give me five minutes of anything I wanted. I want to have five minutes, after this war, dancing with you. You understand? I want to get married and dance for five minutes." I demand and he chuckles, then cringes at the pain.

Wizards swarm us and help him onto a stretcher as we finally let go of each other's hands. People help me up saying I need to heal my injuries. I keep my eyes on him scared..

***

Three months.

Three fucking months and nothing is better. They said it would be better by now. But I still miss him, miss my fiancé. He died shortly after I saw him. His dead body being the only thing on my mind every single day. Today I need to collect his belongings so I throw myself out of bed sadly. I walk out to the room to the empty, quiet, kitchen. I look for my mug and think George must have put it away when he was cleaning. The twin of my passed fiancé constantly stops by to help around the house, he says it helps pass the time.

I climb on the ladder and see he just put it far back in the shelf. I look right above it and look at it shocked. It's Fred's mug.

I hold it and tear up. "Why couldn't you stay? You promised you would stay! You promised! Wh-why did I have to loose you?!" I scream and fall to my knees feeling my heart crumble. "You promised..." I whisper against the mug. I put it down and feel the ground rumble from the nearby train. I ignore it until it makes my mug fall from the counter and drop on Fred's. "No... No no no no no..." I sob picking up the pieces.

George's POV:

I walk into the building to see Y/n yelling at the landlord angrily. "NO YOU CALM DOWN GARRETT! THAT BLOODY TRAIN BROKE MY FIANCE'S MUG! HE FOUGHT IN A WAR YOU WOULD NEVER IMAGINE! HIS MUG IS IRREPLACEABLE! HE FOUGHT DEATHEATERS! DID YOU FIGHT DEATHEATERS GARRETT?! NO! SO YOU WILL GET THAT BLOODY BLOODY TRAIN TO STOP OR PUT A DAMN SPELL ON THIS BUILDING SO I DON'T HAVE TO THINK I AM ON A CRUISE EVERYTIME IT PASSES!" She yells at him holding a bag to her chest, tears streaming down her face. I grab her arms holding them to her chest as she continues to yell at him. "Sorry mate its just a horrible day." I explain as I wrestle her into the lift. "Y/N!" I yell at her and she sobs clutching the bag. "All I had left George! I didn't even know I had it! And it was gone just like he's gone! It was practically a reenactment!" She cries and I hold her close. I kiss the top of her head knowingly.

"He's gone!" She sobs and I nod not wanting to add to it. As much as I miss Fred, she misses him more. She has had everyone in her life leave her and he was all she had besides our family but we weren't even close to him. She trusted him with her life and it was ripped away so quickly. Her love for him was more than a man could describe.

"Let's get you washed up..." I whisper and she nods silently.

***

Fred's POV:

I limp inside the home I once knew and look for my mother, brother, anyone. I can barely see through my bloody hair that has overgrown. I climb the stairs harshly noting the pain in my ribs. I open my room and everything is empty on my side. I walk over to George's bed and nothing. "Mum?" I barely croak. I keep searching ignoring the pain.

I hear a teacup fall and break behind me, I whip around to see my mother as pale as possible. "George? What's wrong?!" She asks and I try to smirk. "Mum wrong twin, but before I yell at you about that I need to find- well myself..." I say drawing my wand. "What? George are you alright? Please don't tell me my boy is gone too." She whimpers. "Mum, where have you last seen me, or well Fred?" I ask and she walks over, tears filling her eyes. "Georgie... Fred died. You remember don't you?" She whispers, combing my hair, I nearly relax at the sensation, haven't been able to see my mother in a year. Only being tortured.

"Mum? I died?" I ask and she sobs, holding me. "C'mon Georgie! Don't tell me we have to go back to St. Mungo's!" She sobs into my chest. "What?! George went to St. Mungo's?!" I ask getting worried. "Oh Godric... Georgie! Y/n! She snapped! Please stop this!" She cries and I freeze. "What do you mean mum?" I ask and she cries more. "You know what happened!" She clutches my shirt tightly. "Mum!" I say grabbing her wrists. "It. Is. Fred. I have been tortured for a year. I need to go find Georgie and Y/n. Where's my girl?" I ask getting worried. She places a hand on my cheek and looks at me carefully. "Freddie?" She asks and I nod, cupping her hand. "Yes mum. Freddie. Can you heal me up and show me where my girl and twin is? I haven't seen them in so long, I miss them." I ask and she smiles. "ARTHUR COME HERE!" She yells as she helps me to the den.

***

I walk into George's apartment with him and my parents slowly. "Why's she living here?" I ask and George sighs. "Please be calm alright?" He asks and I nod. He unlocks the door and looks around. "Y/n?" He calls and sighs. "Don't know why I try anymore..." He whispers mostly to himself. "Please show her slowly George. We can't have her getting worse." My mum tells him and he nods.

I walk into a room across from his and see her laying on her bed. "Hey Y/n! Got you a surprise..." George says and points to the corner. "Let me get her used to seein me first." He whispers and I look at him confused. She turns around and smiles at him silently. "Still no talking?" He asks and she tears up. "It's alright. Can you trust me real quick?" He asks and she nods confused. My heart breaks seeing her, she looks broken.

"C'mere Fred..." He tells me and she whips her head around. I walk over and she tears up. "No..." She whispers and I back away. "Hey Lovey..." I whisper. "You're dead." she tells me and I chuckle. "Turns out. A lot of people think that..." I joke and she walks over. She pokes my chest and I poke her shoulder playfully. "What was that for?" I ask joking and she says nothing but wrap her arm around me.

"Hey Y/n/n, want some tea and we can explain?" George asks and she nods. "Alright me and Fred-" He begins but she shakes her head, holding me tighter like a toddler with a teddy. "I want Fred to stay." She says and I kiss her head. "Y/n, you need to change." He tells her and she grips on my shirt. "I want Fred to stay." She repeats and he sighs. "George. She can just change while I'm turned around. I don't think she'll let me leave, right lovey?" I ask and she nods, nuzzling her face into my shirt. "He'll leave again." She states and I kneel. "Never again. I promise." I tell her and she starts to cry. "You said that." She tells me and my heart breaks. "I know, but this year was temporary. I promise." I tell her.

George finally leaves and she changes as quickly as possible and races back to hug me again. I pick her up and she stays hugging me. "Freddie..." She whispers and I nod. "I gotcha baby." I tell her and she shoves her head in the crook of my neck.

I sit down and George is tearing up. "You got her to talk." He tells me and I look at her confused. "What do you mean?" I ask and he wipes his face. "She was ok at first... Then she saw a Scrapbook of you guys. She realized that you were actually well- You know what I mean. And she stopped talking. We brought her to St. Mungo's in hope she'd start talking but after a month I just took her in here. Hoping one day she'd talk again. Then you came back. She talked for the first time today. Only because she saw you." He explains. "Your turn." She says and I nod, rubbing circles on her back.

"They thought us twins were the only two who were important enough to be in the army but slightly unimportant to kidnap one and try to get answers. They replaced me with a soldier using Polyjuice. Luckily... I had the memory of you guys keeping me strong." I explain kissing her neck. I feel tears on my shoulder and I move to see her face. "What's wrong lovey?" I ask and she hides in my neck again. "My fault." She cries into my neck. "Hey... What do you mean?" I ask and she nuzzles her face into my neck. "I didn't notice..." She cries and I kiss her neck up and down softly. "No baby, they took some of my memories so it would be impossible to not notice." I explain and she holds me tightly. "But I love you so much. I should've." She explains, taking breaks, every time trying to remember a word or at least how to say it. "I'm going to pack her things, I think your flat will be more comfortable." George says and I nod.

"I'm sorry." She mumbles and I kiss her again. "Me too..." I whisper.

***

"Good morning darling." I say as I sit on the couch next to Y/n. She smiles at me slightly and I grab the newspaper. "Want me to read for you?" I ask and she nods,  laying on my lap. I run my fingers through her hair as I read the news, showing her the cartoons. I'm smiling and laughing for her until she gets up and grabs a grape. She eats it and I pop up straight. "Sorry did you want that?" She asks and I smile at her. I kiss her all over her face and she giggles. I start kissing her even more causing more giggles. The sound I haven't heard in two years, right before the war.

"Freddie!" She giggles and I smile at her with the dopiest smile I can muster. "I love your laugh..." I sigh and she smiles at me. I get a call and answer it seeing its George.

"Hey could you come down to the shop? Ron set off fireworks after falling and there might be a hole near your office. We tried fixing it but your Magic Blocker is being a pain" He tells me and I sigh. "Alright coming. You two are very much interrupting the best day of my life." I say kissing the crown of Y/n's head. "Why? What happened?" He asks and I smile at the girl in my hold. "Y/n both ate and I heard that gorgeous giggle of hers." I say smiling proudly at Y/n. She blushes slightly and I kiss her nose.

I get up to change with Y/n following closely behind after hanging up and change in our shared room as she fiddles with the sensory knickknacks. With my ADHD and her PTSD we got them to keep our minds healthy. I laugh when she throws the dollar bill squishy at me playfully. I pick it up and she smirks at me. "Pass me my wallet." She tells me and I sigh knowing what I'm getting myself into. I toss her the wallet and she opens it looking for something.

I continue getting dressed when I feel a coin hit my back. "Hey! Dollar bills!" I say tossing the coin back. "I see no such rule." She replies and I smile. "How can you annoy the hell out of me but make me fall so much harder..." I mumble and she smiles. "Its cause I pay good." She quips, tossing a coin at me. I finally get my belt fixed and I walk over. I pick her up and drop her onto our bed. I kiss her neck and she giggles as I tickle her lightly. "I love you so much..." I whisper and she kisses my cheek. "Not as much as I love you." She whispers back.

I get fully dressed and I watch as she disappears into the closet and returns, first eyes searching for me quickly and when she finds me she walks over hugging me. "Ready to go?" I ask and she nods.

Y/n's POV:

I walk into the shop with Fred as we walk out into the streets of Diagon Alley. "Busy street today." He mutters worried and I nod, holding onto his hand tightly. "Don't worry. If we lose each other, meet me at the shop. You know the way." He tells me and I nod silently.

We set off and halfway I lose him in the crowd. I look around scared. My heart beats faster and faster as the seconds pass. "Fred?" I say loudly and get no response. My heart starts to go faster than I've ever felt. "Fred?" I say, tears forming in my eyes.

What if he gets kidnapped again?

What if he's hurt?

What if I get kidnapped?

What if Fred has to go through the same as I did?

What if-

I rush to the shop and go into the bathroom, locking the door as I fall to the ground crying. My heart beating faster than it should. I try to breath but no air is allowed down my throat. Tears fall from my eyes and I cry harder.

I need to go back and look for him.

Stop being a coward.

He could be hurt.

God I can't move.

What if me being a coward causes the last of the Deatheaters kidnap him again?

I can't lose him-

"Y/n? Darling?" I hear and I wipe my tears, quickly standing up shakily. I unlock the door and smile at a distressed Fred. "Hey I just had to fix my makeup." I say and his frown deepens. "C'mere." He says holding his arms open. I stop before hugging him and take a step back. "How do I know?" I ask and he sighs. "I got some Veritaserum in the back if you'd like that." He tells me and I run into his arms, hugging him tightly. "I'm sorry." I cry softly into his chest and he kisses my head. "I'm here for you every step of the way. For better and worse." He whispers into my head softly.

"Now it's time to deal with my idiot brother's mistakes."

***

Fred comes into the apartment and smiles happily. "Lovey!!!" He says and I smile brightly at him. I hold up my now empty plate and he wraps his arms, one hand holding his briefcase, around me. "I made you some too!" I tell him and he looks at the coffee table. "I can't believe I was lucky enough to marry you..." He whispers in my ear and I smile. "I can agree." I tell him, kissing his nose. It's been two years since he got back and I finally got better. I started talking again, laughing, hugging, all because I had my loving husband next to me the whole time. I still have some issues with him leaving but not as bad as before.

"How was work?" I ask as he sits down, starting to eat. "Good. Missed you though." He tells me and I smile, laying on his lap as he devours his food. I unbutton his shirt and pull up the t-shirt underneath, I put my head under the cloth and kiss his scars lightly as he rubs my hair lightly. "I love you my crazy lady." He tells me and I pull my head away, smiling at him goofily. "I love you my red haired boy."

[batgirl-87]

Hey! I love your last ask, the questions are really well thought and I'm curious about 12, 16, 17, 18 and 19 👀if you want 💜

Thank you so much for asking! Sorry it took me so long to answer! Life happens -_-

From this ask

12. What was MC’s reaction learning Bill and Charlie’s little sister went missing her First year? 

Physically restraining her and holding her back from storming into Hogwarts and causing a RIOT! She will find poor Ginny probably trapped in some damn Vault again! CURSE THESE VAULTS - oh wait a minute....

But wait, why didn’t every single Weasley, all the older protective brothers storm into Hogwarts to find their little sister? Did they not find out until later?! Did Percy, Fred, George, and Ron just neglect to inform Bill and Charlie that Ginny was missing until found? Prove they could handle it? Or did Bill and Charlie believe in the rest of their siblings that they could handle it and trust them...Nah, big brothers would storm in and find her. They’d be damned if they just sat around and waited for her to be found!

Assuming they all did not learn until afterwards, still would have to hold her back from storming into Hogwarts, most likely to no avail. Some going off on Ron and the rest of the brothers - Why are they only finding out about this now?! Yes, they handled it and got her back BUT STILL kind of a BIG thing to hide from your family! And then of course storming into Dumbledore’s office and going off yet again to which he is probably very used to at this point. A FIRST YEAR GOES MISSING AND WTF DO YOU DO?! THIS IS THE VAULTS AND BEATRICE ALL OVER AGAIN! WATCH YOURSELF OLD MAN! Going to shave that damn beard off, tie it into a noose and - Yeah, she’s not going to be very happy.

And of course once she gets all her anger out, she’ll ask Ginny if she’s okay and check with how she’s doing. And if they did find out while she was missing and Bill and Charlie somehow decided to allow their brothers to handle it and get Keira to calm tf down and not go storming back to Hogwarts (idk how tbh =p) she would be caring and comforting towards them, ask them how they’re doing, if they need anything, if there’s anything she can do, what they’ve heard - and also just do little things to reduce any stress she can. Look she cooked or got them food! And cleaned! Let’s go look at the baby dragons! You’re hair is looking fabulous today - I mean, it always looks good, but today extra bouncy.

16. What was MC’s reaction to Tonks getting married and having a child?

I’m sorry, she’s marrying who now? Remus? Like...Keira’s Uncle Remus? Secret Werewolf Remus? Her anam cara Remus?! HER COUSIN AND UNCLE WTF - well obviously they’re not related BUT STILL THEY’RE HER FAMILY!

She’s going to need a moment.

SHE’S PREGNANT?! THEY - She’s going to need several moments...Clearly this is a lot for her to process on many different levels. She may have malfunctioned for a moment.

But once she processes things - also the fact that imagining Tonks married and a mom, like that’s so grown up and mature and it’s a little difficult to wrap her head around Tonks as a wife and mother instead of the rebellious punk prankster with colorful hair - alright, she’s going to make an awesome mom, that’s not the point. The point is, again, it just seems like such a grown up thing and Keira doesn’t even see herself really as a grown up =p She still see her and Tonks as teenage cousins getting into shenanigans, even as technically adults, rebelling against the system a bit and stirring some things up in their careers. Getting married and having a kid - wow.... are they getting old? Existential crisis time!

BUT then! They both deserve to be happy. If anyone deserves to be happy it’s Remus Lupin. And they make each other happy. And she fully accepts him and loves him as he is, Werewolf and all. Of course she would, she’s not a judgemental person! They’re happy and in love and that’s all Keira wants for them, to be happy and loved. And once she gets over the weirdness they’re adorable... and then it get’s a little weird again... but still cute...but weird... Hugging is fine, a little peck but so help her if a kiss lasts too long SHE CAN’T! Got to go, cannot see this, do not want to see this - HER EYES! =p

OH! And if you think they’re sneaking off to get married without her there HAHAHAHA THEY ARE SORELY MISTAKEN! If you don’t think Keira and Jacob (and Sirius because no I can’t let him die I JUST CAN’T) don’t come strutting in with Back in Black playing in the background to be the best man and woman/maid and man of honor - whatever - right before they take their vows, confused as to how they found out and found them then you are wrong. So very wrong! One might even officiate, who knows! Getting married without them HA! Nice try. 

17. What are MC’s opinions on the Golden Trio and the happenings at Hogwarts after they left?

Ron - Aww little Ronny! Look at him growing up, he’s getting so big now! She remembers when he was little! 

There’s a lot of affectionate teasing and reminiscing of embarrassing childhood stories that Keira feels maybe his friends need to hear =p A lot of messing with his hair and forcing him into tight hugs that again may embarrass him. Honestly, he views her as his older sister. He pretty much grew up with her or hearing about her from Bill, Charlie, even Percy and the Twins. She would come to visit and she’s very close with his two eldest brothers, even working with Bill, and every time she’s around him she treats him like her little brother. She’s been a big part of his life for most of what he can remember. He grew up hearing stories about her adventures at Hogwarts with his brothers so he should have been better prepared honestly for everything he had to deal with when he attended.

I’m sure he tried to brag even about her. “Yeah, my brother Bill is a Curse Breaker and his partner is Keira Black - yeah, the one who dealt with all the cursed vaults here - allegedly...” “My brother Charlie works with dragons but he could have gone on to play Quidditch professionally. Actually, his girlfriend - fiance? Unofficial wife? - played in the World Cup. And won. She could have played professionally too.” *insert Oliver Wood fangirling over Charlie and Keira’s Quidditch skills and how skilled their children would be!* “My big brothers and their friends would sneak into the Forbidden Forest all the time.” - but he doesn’t want to do that necessarily =p

But then after all his bragging when she’d actually appear and he’d get all embarrassed and wouldn’t want his friends to meet her because she just embarrassed him =p Sure Bill and Charlie partook in this as well. Likes to brag about his cool older siblings but no one actually meet them because they’ll embarrass them. Also they’re all giant dorks. Bill and Charlie smashing tables into each other when they’re supposed to be setting up for the wedding? All of them obsessed with their hair in some way. 

“Bill, remember that time you were obsessed with Emily Tyler and you had to ask ME to ask her out for you because you were too afraid!” - Some brave Curse-Breaker he is. 

“Well, remember when you dunked yourself into the courtyard fountain in the middle of the day? Then you were stuck with soaking clothes for the rest of classes that day. Everybody thought you were mad. Definitely looked mad.”

But she and Charlie were definitely the first people Ron thought of to help get Norbert safely out of Hogwarts, specifically her to get Norbert to Charlie if he couldn’t make it himself.

“Remember when you came into the Prefect’s bathroom and dove into my bath and Charlie walked in - he was so upset!” - Which would then lead to a series of embarrassing stories of Charlie because he foolishly thought being quiet and not sharing stories back and forth as Keira and Bill were would somehow save him from this but nope. Ron can’t have his friends hearing all these stories about them after bragging about them to his friends! Humiliating.

Hermione - She should be in Ravenclaw. She’s so smart and her hair is amazing. She should be the chosen one. Are we sure she’s really not? Thank Merlin for her because without her Ron and Harry would be doomed! I think there’s mutual respect between the girls.

Harry - Ohhhhh the special chosen one... Isn’t he so great and amazing -_-

Oh is there some bitterness and animosity from Keira towards Harry. She went through so much hell at school, broke all these curses to save people only to get punished and reprimanded by teachers and other adults, and had nasty rumours spread about her around school from the students, called cursed herself - no one appreciated all she did for them and that school! All the sacrifices and people she lost!

But Harry freakin’ Potter here basically gets a parade everywhere he goes and can do no wrong - HONESTLY. He caught the Golden Snitch in his mouth and won the game - she literally won the World Cup. Guess who got more praise and admiration. Dumbledore clearly favoring Harry when Keira feels he was not really on her side or supported her much. 

Now, she gets it, he didn’t ask for this - but she didn’t ask for her role either that was thrust upon her but at least he gets love for his while she was shunned. 

It’s an interesting dynamic where she can definitely empathize with his situation, having this responsibility thrust on him he didn’t ask for and constantly fighting of his and his friend’s lives, not wanting to put his friend’s at risk, being so confused about wtf is going on - she’s been there, she gets it. And when Ron requests her to give Harry some advice and help him out because he needs it and she’s the only one really who understands she agrees - mainly for Ron and his little puppy dog eyes - he’s adorable, how could she say no?! And she listens to Harry and validates him, because yeah, his feelings are totally valid and true, and tries to offer some advice based on her experiences and they sort of bond, and it’s not like she wants him to die or anything bad to happen to this kid! She’s not a horrible person! But she still has this resentment towards him, or at least the praise and adoration he gets, which again really isn’t his fault but... She also has a hard time being sympathetic to all the danger he’s experiencing because she dealt with so much so it’s like - yeah, yours isn’t really that bad =p You think your life is so hard? Psh, classic teenager.

So she offers her advice and to be someone to talk to for Harry if he needs it per Ron’s request and they sort of bond and she may even offer some help with things such as sneaking into the Forbidden Forest.

BUT THEN 

Sirius breaks out of Azkaban and it’s all Harry, Harry, Harry. HARRY?! HARRY FREAKING POTTER AGAIN?! Oh, Harry is his godson and he looks like James and reminds him of his friends he misses and he just wants to make sure he’s safe with everything he’s dealing with, sure his life is hard - oh what a supportive fucking person for Harry - WHAT ABOUT HER, HELLO?! She’s actually related to you! Sir! And she went through hell herself at Hogwarts. Didn’t go right to see her - okay she was probably in Egypt or Romania when he did BUT NOT THE POINT - straight to Harry because he’s the most important person in the world apparently! (I have an AU sort of story I really need to finish where Sirius actually breaks out during Keira’s 6th year I believe...no wait maybe 7th but even still clearly Sirius loves Harry and they have a special connection/bond and yeah Keira can get jealous).

Oh Keira may have hated Harry for awhile. And yeah, she gets it, Sirius has been through hell in prison, Harry is the only link to James and Lily who he loved and misses terribly, and those people he lives with are awful and Sirius would provide him a much better home that Harry deserves because no one deserves abuse - but Sirius is her family! Blood family! And she went through hell about being a scandalous member of the House of Black and admired Sirius honestly so much and then she finally gets to see him and he’s obsessed with Harry! She might just kill Harry herself. You’re welcome, Voldy! Jealous Aunty Bella? She’s that bitch that killed Harry =p 

She wouldn’t actively try to kill him but there were moment at the top of the stairs where she thought of giving him a little nudge and claiming he tripped and fell down them. 

Thank Merlin for Remus who always managed to be there for Harry and Keira and not show any sort of favoritism because he loves them and cares about them both. And is also a helpful voice of reason to Sirius who honestly doesn’t seem to get it =p Because Sirius is happy to see her and Jacob too, don’t get him wrong! And he’s proud of how she handled everything and what she’s done in her life, but feels like she did all that without him, like she doesn’t need him but Harry still does. And really, he broke out not because of Harry but because of Peter. If he broke out for Harry he would have done it years ago, not when Harry was a teenager, right?

I’m sure Remus sort of mediates a little sit down between Keira and Sirius because as members of the House of Black he knows very well they can be dramatic =p And he’ll get them to sit down and talk and be real and resolve this nonsense because they’re family and they love each other. And honestly they are so similar - SO similar - that Remus can get frustrated and be like ‘you two are acting exactly alike - like stubborn petty arses’ essentially to which they would both definitely respond about how they have nice arses =p

No worries about that, Sirius and Keira quickly bond, they are similar, and have a close relationship. But this is about Harry and Keira. And their relationship goes from bitterness to sort of a mentor to raging resentment to - omg, are we...family? Like...technically...sort of... And then this raging resentment turns into more like sibling rivalry/teasing... Like Keira is much harsher with her comments and ‘teasing’ towards Harry than any of the Weasley’s who she also views as family, as does Harry, but also forms this protective ‘I can mess with him and be mean to him but you can’t!’ She can say mean things, even beat up on him a little bit, but if anyone else tries it she’ll end them. He’s her punching bag =p 

She likes Harry, and they bond through their life experiences. She just has some resentment to work through. But then they actually form a sort of sibling-like bond. Where she then teases Harry and Ron mercilessly although still nicer to Ron and they may try to stand up for themselves but honestly they’re both pretty afraid of her and they know she loves them and will do anything to protect them. She just takes a long time to warm up to Harry. But they get there eventually. 

The Trio and their shenanigans - They should hang out with people from other houses not just a bunch of Gryffindors. Why are they being so cliquey and House-ist? =p

Part of her is also a little proud of their shenanigans but then part of her is like “oh a troll? Cute. Life size moving chess pieces? Psh, cursed ice knight. Spiders?! Still?! At first terrifying but now seriously annoying - he’s still causing drama?! Honestly, call an exterminator. A BASILISK?! ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME I WANT A BASILISK! I get a dragon that - okay, the dragon is super cool too, don’t get me wrong BUT A BASILISK! UGH SO JEALOUS! Oh you had a lesson on Boggarts? Yeah I had to deal with a whole army of them as part of a curse... Also had someone trying to kill me so... Yep, DADA Professor. Well she tried to use one of my friends so... Oh they just tried to kill you themselves? Didn’t use your friend so you couldn’t trust them and then kill one of your friends? Yeah, Cedric is incredibly sad and unjust but he wasn’t your best friend!” So a little... unimpressed...

“Yeah, Rita is a real piece of....work...”

“Dolores Umbridge?! Oh wow... I’m...I’m so sorry...that’s awful. That’s worse than anything I had to face.”

18. Did MC ever return to Hogwarts for some reason?

Prior to the 1994 World Cup game I like to think they honored the previous winning team in a little pre-game ceremony so Keira was there for that obviously (although not technically at Hogwarts) and then attended the dragon challenge of the TriWizard Tournament because Charlie was clearly going to be a part of that and she does want to see him as much as possible with them working in different countries plus Bill was going as well and she can’t really work without her partner - they’re a package deal! 

Did she make an appearance as an OG member of Weird Sisters for at least one song at the Yule Ball also that year? Perhaps. And she looked awesome =p 

Oh! And she definitely visited like the first day of Remus’ new job as DADA Professor - she was so proud! And maybe also to make sure he was getting Wolfsbane and all of that was good and taken care of. And then when he gets fired OH does she flip some tables and desks - Storms into Dumbeldore’s office, flip that desk, storm down to Snape’s Potions classroom, flip some of those tables and goes tf off! She is so pissed!

And then she’s obviously there for the Department of Ministry battle where she saves Sirius because nope, sorry, cannot have Sirius die like that. I have a whole post ranting about this =p And then the Battle of Hogwarts because again she’s not letting Remus and Tonks and Fred die. CAN’T DO IT I’M SORRY CANNOT! She came to fight and she came to win.

*(I swear I wrote out a whole post about how I cannot acknowledge Sirius’ death or Tonks and Remus because of how unfair it is to Remus in particular whose life was so hard and how he deserves to be happy but I cannot find it! I looked and looked and I’ll keep looking but I’m sorry!)

19. Did MC attend Fred and George’s Grand Opening of Weasley’s Wizards Wheeze? What was their reaction to the twin’s epic exit of Hogwarts?

Keira has never been more proud of anyone before ever. That exit was... the most beautiful thing... awe inspiring, amazing, incredible... Literally brought a tear to her eye. SO PROUD! Slow clap proud =p

Of course she made sure to be there at their opening, she’s very supportive of them and wants to make sure they know that! She probably made Charlie and Bill go to - not that their whole family probably weren’t already going and supportive but Keira was just making sure they showed their support. She didn’t care about what work they had - the baby dragon will hatch without you just fine! Let’s go! Allons-y! You telling me Tonks and Tulip weren’t also there?! They probably could keep that place afloat alone by themselves even though they’re not in school anymore - maybe just for the nostalgia. I’m sure a few other members of the Cursed Vaults Gang came to the opening to show their support as well, even if Keira made them =p 

Sorry this took so long to answer! Thanks for being patient! 💜

[freddiesaysalright]

Beautiful Mess Part 6

A Brian May x Reader Fic

Summary: Reader works in a bookshop. She meets Brian May and they have an instant connection. It seems to be a fairy tale romance. But, things are seldom what they seem.

Word Count: 2.9k

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A/N: I only got this chapter out this fast because I actually wrote it first! I’ve been dying to share, and I hope y’all enjoy the suspense!!!

Warning(s): Mild gun violence

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5

Part 6 here we go!!!

Brian spent the remainder of the morning like a ghost. Going through the motions of dressing and going to the studio. He didn’t remember actually getting there, and while he was there physically, his mind and heart were wrapped up in you. Emotional whiplash was hitting him hard. The whole night was perfect - everything he’d hoped for these past few weeks - and then the morning came and you were engaged. His heart felt small inside his chest.

When he entered the studio, Freddie was shockingly the only one there. Brian nearly sighed with relief. Freddie would understand this sort of hurt and confusion. He just had that sort of emotional intelligence. Also, he knew Brian better than most people.

“Morning, dear,” Freddie said brightly. “Rog and Deaky are getting some food. Did you -” He stopped himself as he took in Brian’s appearance. “Good lord, darling, are you alright?”

“No,” Brian said, voice gravelly from the emotion welling up inside him. He met Freddie’s gaze. “She’s engaged, Fred.”

“Oh, no,” Freddie returned sympathetically. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

Brian broke down. Freddie took his friend into his arms and helped him over to the couch. There, Brian explained the whole thing. Freddie listened carefully.

“I just don’t understand,” Brian finished. “One minute, we’re making love and the next day she’s crying and leaving. Telling me she’s engaged. But she doesn’t even wear a ring or anything.”

“Maybe it’s not something she wants,” Freddie said. “It appears to me - from what I’ve seen and heard - that she wants you.”

“I believe she wants me too,” Brian replied. “Which is why I’m so confused. I’ve got so many questions.”

“You must speak to her then,” Freddie said simply. “She’s the only person who can give you any clarity.”

Brian opened his mouth to respond, but then Roger and John returned. Roger took one look at Brian and his face darkened.

“What did she do?” he demanded.

“Nothing!” Brian insisted. “She just told me the truth. She’s engaged.”

He went over it again for them. Roger was fuming by the end of it and John just shook his head.

“She’s been lying to you this whole time?!” Roger cried. “What the hell is wrong with her?!”

“Don’t be like that, Rog, I’m sure it’s very complicated,” Freddie said.

“I’m with Roger,” John said. “If that’s the case, I think you’re well shot of her.”

“Well, I’m a hopeless romantic, darling,” Freddie said. “If you want your closure - or perhaps your second chance - you should go after it.”

“Thanks, guys,” Brian said, looking at all of them. “I think I will ask her and get closure. But at the end of the day. For now, I could use a distraction.”

“We’re happy to oblige,” said John, handing Brian some new sheet music. “You’re gonna hate this one, so it’s perfect.”

Chuckling, Brian looked it over. Then he frowned.

“You’re right, Deaky, what the fuck is this?”

You anxiously watched the clock, hoping you’d be able to close the store before Brian got over to see you and question you. You knew you owed him some answers, but you were in no rush to give them to him. Just another half hour and then you’d be able to lock the door and hurry home. Your heart jumped into your throat when you heard the tinkle of the bell, but you breathed a sigh of relief when you saw who came through the door. It wasn’t Brian. It was a stranger. Just an ordinary man.

“Hello,” you said. “Just so you know we close in a half hour.”

He didn’t say anything. He just nodded before disappearing into the history section.

You sat on your stool behind the counter and watched the clock. It felt like each tick lasted an hour. And each tock went on for a week. Perhaps you really would get lucky and Brian didn’t want to know. It made you sad to think you might never see him again, but it was for the best. The time you’d shared was really more of a fantasy. You were silly to indulge it at all.

A soft ding made you look at the door. Your heart constricted. It was Brian. Part of you was thrilled to see him and part of you dreaded it. You didn’t know whether to smile or wave or say something. You decided on just looking until he gave you some sort of indication of his emotions. He looked displeased but also very sad.

“Y/N,” he said, walking up to the counter. “I’ve got to speak to you.”

You sighed. “Brian, what else is there to say? I told you I’m engaged. We can only be friends, nothing more.”

“You told me you love me,” he reminded you.

Tears stung your eyes. “And that’s true. But we can’t be together.”

“Can’t you end it with your fiance?” he asked, taking your hand. 

“No,” you said, shaking your head. “I could never leave him.”

“Why?” he pressed.

“It’s complicated,” you said. “But I owe him too much. I won’t betray him by going back on that promise.”

“But you don’t love him,” he said. It was a statement, not a question.

“You’re right, I don’t,” you admitted. “And honestly, I’m sure he doesn’t love me as anything beyond a dear friend. But we’re bound to each other.”

“Explain it to me,” he requested. 

“I can’t, Brian, it’s too much,” you said.

You got to your feet and pulled your hand away, heading for the door. Brian followed.

“It’s not too much,” he said. “I’ve got time.”

“You’ve got to be back at the studio, I’m sure,” you returned, locking the door and turning to face him.

“Not for a few minutes,” he insisted. “Please, Y/N. I’ve got to understand. I’ll lose my mind if I don’t.”

You turned around and looked at him. Both your and his eyes were shining. It made sense. Even though it was clarity he would gain, it was also goodbye.

“Just let me lock up the back door,” you told him. “Wait here.”

He nodded. You went to the back and left him waiting at the counter. You turned the deadbolt and went to head back to Brian when you were startled by the man who’d come in before him. You jumped and gasped softly at his sudden appearance behind you but quickly recovered, hand over your heart.

“Oh, sorry, sir,” you said. “I forgot you came in. Here, follow me to the front door and I’ll let you out.”

“Shut up,” he said harshly.

In a swift motion, he retrieved a handgun from inside his jacket and pointed it directly in your face. Your heart began pounding wildly with panic and you swallowed a scream.

“Please,” you said, shakily. “You don’t have to do this. You can have whatever you want. The money in the register, my jewelry, anything. Please, just don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t have to hurt you if you do exactly as I say,” he warned. “Where’s the phone?”

“Behind the counter,” you said.

“Let’s go,” he urged.

He grabbed you by the arm and put the barrel to your temple. You winced at the cold of the metal. Then the man forced you to walk forward, which was difficult on your shaking legs.

“Y/N?” Brian called.

“Who’s that?” the intruder demanded, yanking you to a stop.

“Just a regular customer,” you lied. “I don’t know him well.”

“Bullshit, you don’t,” he spat. “He’s waiting for you after closing time.”

“P-please, I -”

He forced you forward, placing the gun at the back of your head now, so you were a few paces ahead of him. As you came around to the counter, Brian’s brow furrowed. You had more tears in your eyes and you were quaking. Then he saw it and his eyes went wide. The gun emerged first, followed by the man pointing it.

Brian lunged for the phone.

“STOP!” the man bellowed, and Brian froze where he stood. “Or I’ll shoot her. Turn around and put your hands where I can see them.”

Brian obeyed, holding his hands above his shoulders as he glowered at the assailant.

“What do you want?” Brian asked.

“You’ll see soon enough, curly,” the man retorted.

He pushed the muzzle with bruising pressure into your scalp. A terrified whimper left your mouth.

“Go to the phone,” the man said. “Call your fiance.”

“H-how do you -”

“Don’t question me!” he barked. “Just do what I fucking tell you!”

“I’m sorry!” you returned meekly and went past Brian to where the phone sat on the counter. 

The man ordered you to turn around and face him as you dialed. Your hands shook violently and tears clouded your eyes. You were grateful you knew the number so well. As you pressed the final button, the man took the barrel of the gun and place it at the hem of your sweater. He used it to push it up, running the cold steel over your stomach and then your bra until he was pointing it directly over your heart.

You had no time to worry about it being indecent. The phone rang several times and for a moment, you feared you would get no answer.

“What do you want from her fiance, anyway?” Brian asked.

“Don’t you know?” the man returned. “Her fiance is Richard Kimball. One of the richest men in all of the UK. He’s got more money than the royal family if I heard right.”

You weren’t sure if that was true since Richard never discussed finances with you. You knew the Kimballs were incredibly wealthy, but they were new money, making their fortune post-WWII. 

Brian looked at you, appalled. It all came together now. He just never expected you to be betrothed to Richard. He thought surely they had secured some heiress for him, but it was you. 

“Is that true?” Brian breathed. “You’re engaged to Richard Kimball?”

“I am,” you choked out. “I’m sorry, Brian, I should have told you -”

“Enough!” interrupted the intruder. “Focus on your task. I want two million for his precious fiance’s safe return.”

You nodded and finally, you heard Richard’s familiar voice.

“Hello?”

“Richard,” you said. “It’s me.”

“Hello, darling,” he replied. “Sorry it took so long to pick up. I’ve already sent my secretary home.”

“That’s alright,” you assured him. “Listen, I need you to come to the shop.”

“Is everything alright? I know we were supposed to talk, but I’d really prefer somewhere we have plenty of time and...”

He kept talking but you stopped listening. You took a deep breath. You locked eyes with the intruder. Your heart was beating so fast, you thought it might tear out of your chest. With a sudden burst of bravery, you changed course.

“Richard, call the police!” you shouted.

“Fuck!” the intruder cried.

“There’s a man holding me at gunpoint, he’s white, tall, blue eyes, dark hair, tattoo on his left wrist and -”

BANG.

In under a second, the man had removed the gun from its place on your chest, turned it on Brian, and fired. You screamed. Brian collapsed on the floor, clutching his arm. Blood was staining his sleeve and hand. 

“Y/N!” Richard called, but you couldn’t answer him. You couldn’t tear your eyes from Brian and your ears were ringing. “Y/N, are you hurt? What’s happening?!”

You started to answer but then the intruder wrenched the receiver from your hand. While he faced the other way, you flew to Brian. His breathing was heavy and he rocked back and forth on the floor.

“Brian, I’m so sorry!” you cried.

“You did the right thing,” he grunted. “Don’t be sorry.”

“Get to the shop,” the intruder said to Richard. “You have one hour to be here with two million or I kill them both. And don’t even think about calling the police.”

He hung up.

“Is it very deep?” you fussed over Brian.

“I don’t know,” he returned. “I think it just grazed me.”

You started to respond, but yelped when the intruder yanked you away by your hair. 

“Please!” you begged, struggling against him. “Let me go to him! Let me help him!”

Frustrated by your newfound resistance, he threw you to the ground. You fell forward, nearly on your face, and then crawled over to Brian again.

“Any more stunts and I’ll give him worse,” the man warned.

You ignored him and started tugging at Brian’s jacket. You needed to see the wound and make sure it was just a graze. Although, considering the amount of blood, you doubted it. He hissed when you moved his arm, but he didn’t try and stop you.

“I’m sorry,” you told him. “I’ve got to see it.”

“I know, it just hurts,” he winced.

He had on a t-shirt underneath and the injury was just below the sleeve. It was a graze. But it was deep and bleeding heavily. Already the wooden floor was stained red. Brian’s blood was on your skirt and hands and you frantically wondered what you could possibly do for him. Your eyes landed on his face and tears rolled down your cheeks. He was already struggling to stay conscious and you weren’t sure if it was from shock or if he was really losing that much blood. Or perhaps it was the pain.

“Oh, Brian, I’m so, so sorry,” you said. 

He took a deep breath. 

“No,” he replied stiffly. “S’alright.”

You turned to the intruder. 

“Please,” you said weakly. “Let him go. Hold me hostage, but you don’t need him. And he needs help.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Brian protested through gritted teeth.

“Don’t be a hero, Brian, you’re hurt,” you replied.

“Doesn’t matter,” said the intruder. “Neither of you are going anywhere until I’ve got the check in my hand.”

“You won’t get a penny,” you told him, though it sounded less impressive with the sniffle at the end. “The Kimballs don’t negotiate.” 

The man didn’t answer. You looked helplessly at Brian. His breathing was shallow and short, and he bit his lip to keep from crying out. You stood up, kicked off your shoes, and slid your stockings down your legs. You knelt down again, moved his hand out of the way, and then wrapped them around his arm tightly, hoping that it would be enough pressure to stop the bleeding. Or at least keep it at bay until help arrived.

You helped him onto your lap, and he relaxed into you, murmuring your name and his gratitude. You felt terrible. The weight of this was overwhelming. What if he ended up with serious damage and couldn’t play anymore? All because he wanted to see you, and you had been careless enough to forget that the other man was inside. You opened your mouth to apologize again, but the sound of a siren cleared your mind.

You knew the intruder was going to grab you, so you quickly stuffed Brian’s jacket under his head and let him gently lay on the floor. The intruder yanked you up by the arm and walked you over to the window. Brian moaned a little as you were taken from him, and you whimpered. Then the intruder forced you to face the window and you saw it - several police cars, a couple news crews, and a gathering crowd.

Back at the studio, Freddie, Roger, and John were all waiting for Brian. Freddie smoked a cigarette. Roger twirled his drumsticks. John plucked at the strings on his bass. Roger was getting perhaps the most impatient since he had a date that night and did not want to be late. John heaved a sigh.

“I s’pose I’ll go ahead call Veronica to tell her I’m missing dinner,” he said, putting his bass to the side and striding over to the phone.

“Let me know when you’re done so I can call Kate and cancel drinks,” Roger said.

John only nodded and picked up the receiver.

“Do be patient, darlings,” Freddie said, getting to this feet and taking the phone from John to hang it up. “He went to speak to Y/N and I’m sure he’s in a great deal of pain.”

“We can’t wait around for him all night,” Roger said.

“Just give him five more minutes,” Freddie insisted. “If he’s still not back, you can both go home and I’ll wait up for him.”

“Five minutes,” John repeated, looking at his watch to begin timing.

He took a seat beside Roger, who lit a cigarette of his own and took a long drag.

Minutes ticked by. Freddie could sense the irritation coming in waves off of Roger and John. Suddenly, Jim Beach burst into the room, making them all jump. His face was flushed, his forehead gleamed with sweat, and his suit was disheveled. It looked as if he’d run all the way to the studio.

“Where’s Brian?” he demanded through his deep breaths.

“He’s at the bookshop,” Roger answered. “Why?”

“Oh, no…”

Jim’s face fell and the bandmates exchanged worried glances.

“What’s going on?” John demanded.

“I’ve just had the news on,” Jim explained. “There’s a gunman at the shop. Someone has already been shot and it’s become a hostage situation.”

All four of them raced out the door and hurtled down the street, hoping they would find Brian safe.

[gryffinpuffthunderbird]

8, 13, & 19 for the Harry Potter asks :)

Hi anon! Thanks for the ask!Oof these ones are hard and took a lot of thought and ramblingAnyway, here we go:

8. Who do you think was the best father figure towards Harry?

Hmm.. Tough one. Some people might rush to say Dumbledore, but dear gods no.I think Sirius would have been, given the chance. But the actual time he and Harry got to spend together, even long distance, was sadly not that much. But he was a good one.Part of me said Remus, but on second thought I realized he’s more of an Uncle figure.

I think Arthur really got the most time with Harry, and basically adopted him immediately just like Molly did. Arthur and Molly treated him like a kid that needed loving family, not some famous hero. Included him in the family’s holiday to see the Quidditch World Cup. And went with Harry to the Ministry, giving him advice and support before the bogus disciplinary meeting. (And then waiting for him at the doors since he wasn’t allowed in)He was probably the first example of what a father should actually be like that Harry had witnessed, much less experienced.

13. Who was the bravest character in Harry Potter and why?

Well, I think I’ve got 3 in the running. So many characters are so damn brave, but these ones really stand out to me. (Apart from Weasleys because I am always biased towards them). And obviously Harry is, but since he’s the protagonist, and the one whose point of view narrates the whole story, I’m going with other characters.

Of course Hermione is up there. She has endless nerve, doesn’t know how to give up, and is probably definitely the only reason Harry and Ron survived several dangers. Stands up to bullies, for herself and others. Even when its against the hate of muggleborns. And standing up, face-to-face to hate speech aimed towards people like yourself is certainly a scary thing. Is more aware of the rules than anyone, but so good at breaking them when necessary. Good at telling her friends off when they’re being idiots. Faces dangers while so scared she is probably shaking inside, but doesn’t show it. And made her own loving parents forget she ever existed, just to keep them safe.

Neville is another. I know exactly how difficult it is to not only do something most would consider brave, but to do anything even a little brave when you have debilitating anxiety. He’s scared of many things through the first book. But by the end of it, he stands up to his friends for the good of his House. Even knowing how strong they are. Sure it fails, but he did it anyway.He works his way past his Grandmother’s verbal abuse, past his self doubt, past his tendency towards clumsiness and forgetfulness. In the end, he not only fights authority in a school being run by the enemy all year, but stands up to the most terrifying person in Wizarding history.

And then there’s Dobby. From a race that is not only entirely enslaved, but conditioned to be unable to imagine a life without, considering themselves in their place. Except Dobby. He didn’t feel satisfied with that life, he had the daring to imagine a better life, and to want it for himself. A little so-so about whether he felt worthy of it, since life as a slave to the Malfoys left him with so many self-abusive tendencies. Despite his fear of his masters, he sneaked out to warn Harry of danger awaiting him. He plays the same role again a few years later, this time warning Harry of Umbridge.  Then he goes back into his old master’s home to rescue our heroes and company, endangering and sacrificing his life in the process.

I can’t help but admire the kicked underdogs who grow strong and kind in spite of it. (And totally didn’t get a bit emotional when writing about Dobby...)

19. Favourite Weasley?

One does not simply choose a favorite Weasley!!! But let’s look at the contenders shall we?

The first Weasley I adored was Ron, because of course. The first movie (I saw it in theatres) was my introduction to the franchise, I was about the same age as Rupert, and always had a thing for redheads. Early adolescent crush for sure.

I admire Ginny like you wouldn’t believe. She puts up with so much shit and doesn’t get enough credit. And she’s ballsy as hell. I wish I was half as ballsy as Ginny.

The Twins are the twins. They’re cute, funny, brilliant, and determined. Been crushing on them since high school. Setting foot in Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes in Universal Studios was truly a magical moment. Almost got to meet the Phelps Twins at ECCC, but it didn’t pan out. Saw their panel, though.

Bill is a hot, awesome badass, with an even more hot and badass wife. I would love to have seen more of Bill in the books and certainly in the movies.

And Charlie. He’s so cute. And sweet. And works with dragons. And loves his family. And works with dragons! He can sew, and I’m sure is an excellent (and the coolest) uncle. And the freckles. And did I mention he works with f***ing dragons?! Its badass enough to mention thrice. He sometimes reminds me of my actual fiance. Why did we not have more of him in the books? Or at all in the movies? We were robbed.

I love Molly and Arthur and Percy to bits as well. But its the above listed that are fighting for dominance in the ‘favorite Weasley’ contest. It really kinda shifts. I guess if I had to say at this moment? Its a tossup between the Twins and Charlie.

These adorable little shits. Amusingly the actors’ personalities are kind of the other way around. From what I’ve seen, on panels or otherwise, James who plays Fred is quieter and more laid back, and Oliver who plays George is talkative and is more outgoing. Maybe someday I’ll meet them at a Con. I still need to get a Fred hug to recover from Deathly Hallows.

(Sam Heughan is so far my favorite fancast/faceclaim/whatever you’re calling it. Never actually watched Outlander, but dang he’s nice to look at, I gotta say. I mentally picture Charlie pretty close, but some slight differences. Go to Romania? Spend time with dragons? Spend said dragon time also with Charlie Weasley? Don’t mind if I do...)