#anti weasley twins

[meear]

Friendly reminder that Fred and George literally tried to murder another student for trying to take House points from them

Like I know we apparently don't give a damn about NPCs in Harry Potter, but it's insane to me how no one acknowledges how fucking vile the Weasley twins were

(unrelated but it's also very funny how self-righteous Fred and George acted over Percy being a "git" and how they were convinced of their own moral superiority because they were on the good side, when I'm convinced Percy would never have done something so horrible)

Same goes for Harry and Ron mind you. The level of apathy and cruelty they demonstrate is CRAZY like they legit do not give a fuck. And yeah, I wasn't much better than them as a teenager when it came to people I didn't like, but surely that is something that should be addressed by the narrative?? By anyone? Hermione gets like 0,5 brownie point for suggesting that maybe they should tell someone (YES??) but considering she does jackshit about it that doesn't exactly endear her to me

Despite how many times Slytherin is said to be the evil house while Rowling glorifies the Gryffindor House (and she absolutely does, there are many examples in the books), the murder attempts between the two houses have been pretty one-sided (Fred&George to Montague and Sirius to Snape, not to mention the Weasley twins and Sirius were both 100% unapologetic.

Edit: yes, I was intentionally and graciously omitting Harry's attempt towards Draco in HP6 because even though using an unknown spell was unbelievably stupid, Harry had no idea Sectumsempra would do that and he felt awful about it + Draco did try to Crucio him. I'm watching you, though, Harry. You got over it a lil' too quickly when Ginny defended you.)

Well, Crabbe did try to kill the trio in HP7 , though 1) it was in the context of the war, they weren't exactly students anymore, but most importantly 2) the event is treated with the appropriate amount of horror for the situation

I think it's really fucked up that no one seems to find it a problem or even remember it but hey that's just me!

[misty-memories09]

Even though they're 13 here it's still wrong to catcall someone. Imagine you're 11 and walking to sit and eat in a dining hall and these older kids are catcalling you 🤢🤢🤢

The Weasley twins piss me off so much, from book one too. Yeah, they're funny but they're darn big pricks for picking on everyone for no reason. They only get away with stuff because they're funny but it's only funny when it's not happening to you. Even Harry thinks they go to far, from the top of my head I can think of the time when they stole Percy's headboy badge (for no reason too) turned it to say 'bighead boy' but Harry didn't find it funny and forced himself to laugh.

There's the time they shoved a Slytherin prefect into the vanishing cabinet just because the prefect was doing their duty by taking of points. Yeah, no, even if they didn't know what could've happened to him, it's still fucking awful to shove someone into a cabinet.

[half-blood-prince-throne]

I was starting to read the article on wizardingworld.com

They ranked Weasley siblings but when I saw they put my boy (Percy) in last place. I stopped reading. They talked nonsense about he chose the ministry over his family. Oh you meant family who mocked him every time they had the chance. Family who tried to lock him in pyramid (what if no one noticed and he died in it) family who said that he betrayed them for his career (he worked hard to earn it and when he told his dad about it,he said he recieved this position because Fudge wanted spy instead of congrate him). Percy didn't choose Ministry over his family. His family abandoned him first 

Ps. Do you guys have fanfic that Snape became mentor/Dad to Percy

Non slash please

[expectopatronum18]

On look back molly and arthur having so many kids was soo weird because they were in the middle of a fucking war, a war they were literally losing at that. Molly's brothers were in the resistance organisation against voldemort. What would have happened if she and /or arthur were killed? Molly cries about that during the 2nd war when all the kids are teenagers, wouldn't it have been a hundred times worse when they were kids?? Did any thinking go into this at all?? Having 2 to 3 kids at max is somewhat understandable, but who would have stepped in to take care of 7 fucking kids if anything happened to either one of them??

[maxdibert]

Could you rank the Weasleys from your favourite to the one you hate the most?

1- Percy. The only Weasley with a brain and enough common sense to have ambitions in life beyond gathering as a family and crying because they’re not rich but are humble. I mean, that’s fine, but the Weasleys made it their whole personality, which is honestly pretty cringe. Percy is basically hated for what? Wanting a future? Honestly, Rowling’s moral framework is quite exhausting.

2- Charlie. Basically because he has the personality of an amoeba and doesn’t bother anyone. He seems to stay outside of his family’s cult-like dynamic, doesn’t he? He’s more independent. Plus, he’s the only one who doesn’t get married or seem destined to produce little Weasleys, so all my respect tbh.

3- Arthur. His obsession with Muggles, like a primatologist observing orangutans, creeps me out, but he doesn’t harm anyone. Compared to his kids and wife, he’s honestly less unbearable.

4- Bill. Here it gets tricky because Bill strikes me as a total creep, being 25 and dating an 18-year-old teenager, then marrying her when she’s 19—seriously, what a cringe-fest. But well, I like him more than the others, so what can I do?

5- Ron. He’s not a character I particularly like, but I don’t dislike him either. As the protagonist’s friend, he always seemed pretty conventional, without any unique traits that would make him stand out from other typical protagonist’s friends. He has his funny moments throughout the series with occasional comments, but his proud Gryffindor attitude shaming Slytherins from book one, before they’ve done anything, really disgusts me. His treatment of Hermione in the fourth book and slut-shaming Ginny in the sixth honestly makes me gag. Sorry.

6- Fred and George are together because they’re always together. I don’t dislike them more than Ron, but honestly, what a pair of bores. I would’ve hated them in class. The typical duo of jokers whose pranks only amuse people with just enough brain cells not to soil themselves. Humor for the cerebrally impaired. They were never funny, just a constant nuisance. If they’d been my schoolmates, I’d have ended up hitting them with an iron rod.

7- Ginny. Honestly, she fiercely competes with her mother for this spot, but Molly annoys me more. Ginny is basically a Mary Sue created just so Harry has a love interest and stays tied to the Weasleys forever. She has absolutely ZERO relevance throughout the series, and you forget about her for three books, but suddenly we’re supposed to believe she’s the hottest girl at Hogwarts? And not just that—she’s also the coolest girl because she’s "not like other girls," doesn’t care about her appearance, is violent, acts like a boy, doesn’t cry, and has all the typical traits of a dude but with a conventionally attractive female appearance. She’s the male fantasy of the "girl bro" who can play video games with you and also give you a handjob. A disgusting stereotype. Plus, she has a terrible personality, is arrogant, and resentful toward women who don’t fit her "tough girl" ideal. Honestly, gross. She’s the opposite of a "girls’ girl," and if you’re not a "girls’ girl," I don’t like you, sorry.

8- Molly. She’s a woman who acts morally superior but is the first to judge people. The typical idle housewife with nothing better to do than judge other women (especially young women) quite unfairly. And, what a coincidence, those women tend to be either brilliant (like Hermione) or extraordinarily attractive (like Fleur). She meddles in everything that doesn’t concern her, has an opinion about everything that’s none of her business, and is the kind of nosy old lady who drives me up the wall. I mean, I can’t stand her. Look, I’m the first to criticize Sirius Black and question his behavior, but her treatment of him in the fifth book was entirely out of line. It’s like she felt entitled to lecture everyone according to her standards, when she’s a woman who hasn’t done anything in her life beyond smothering her kids and complaining about not having much money. Lady, what do you mean you don’t have money? You might not have a manor like the Malfoys, but you can feed seven mouths, and there’s never a plate missing from the table. If she wanted to buy fancy clothes, she could’ve gotten a job. There’s nothing wrong with giving up being a trad wife to afford some treats.

Let’s not make it too obvious that the Weasleys generally disgust me and that I find that family the equivalent of a cult, ticking every box of a perfectly functional, heteronormative, traditional nuclear family that triggers and annoys me to no end. I could never stand being part of such a family through marriage, nor could I tolerate spending much time with one. Families like that make me want to hang myself, sorry.

[hell-nah-man]

Maturing is realizing that Molly Weasley was not a good mother to her children. Conditional love is not actually love (EX: Percy, the twins, etc) and unless they conformed to her ideas of what they should do, they were harassed or neglected. (EX: all of her children). I loved her in the first books, but the older I get the more I recognize that she’s toxic.

[tyyjaimiee]

George: It’s in your BLOOD! Lee: That’s racist! George: Your SOUL? Lee: THAT’S racist. George: Your eyes? Lee: That’s gay? George: That’s homophobic! Lee: That’s black! George: THAT’S RACIST! Lee: Damn.

Original quote from the show ”Community”, no longer on Netflix

[hchollym]

random fic idea that has no real purpose or anything it just popped up in my head

Fred and George have a transfiguration project due soon (for the sake of this lets say the project is to turn an object into an animal and back again) but they’ve put it off for so long and they have absolutely no clue what to do.

So they ask for Percy’s help.

He tries to help them but no-one is listening to each other and all the chaos and stress ends in the result of one of the spells being butchered and shot straight at Percy.

He ends up being turned into a dog or something (just any household pet really, but a cat or a dog would blend in better(for this ask im just gonna stick with a dog)) and cue the panic. They try to reverse it but they can’t and Percy in his dog form is absolutely freaking out. He’s running about, jumping on everything, barking and howling and whining and just all out causing a ruckus which human Percy would be absolutely horrified off.

Anyways, after many botched attempts, in a final act of desperation they wrap him up in a blanket and attempt to try and smuggle him to Professor McGonagal’s office.

They eventually get there (whether it was a smooth journey or full of absolute chaos is up to you) and they explain the situation to McGonagall. She does a little check up etc. and (for the sake of plot) she tells them that the spell would last anywhere from a week to a month (i’d say like a week or two).

Because the spell was meant to turn something into an animal the animal is just a blank slate, so basically unlike an animagus (at least i assume animagi dont have this issue), Percy is just in the body of a dog. Which currently occupies the mind of a dog. So he’s freaking out trying to keep tabs on his human brain and trying not to slip to far into animalistic behaviours.

Anyways, so they come to the conclusion that the twins can get away with not doing the project , but as punishment? (i guess? or like a substitute project) they have to look after dog!percy until he changes back. Obviously no-one is happy about this but there’s not really anything else they can do

that’s all i got so far, but the basic plot would be something like:

Things start to slowly fall apart without Percy to hold it together. Nothing too chaotic, but definitely noticeable.

Students failingc classes or flunking tests cause Percy isn’t there to help them study. More fights and arguments because Percy isn’t there to break them up. More people doing things they shouldn’t because Percy isn’t their to stop them.

Slowly but surely, the twins start to notice these little differences and throughout the story, the learn how much their brother is responsible for and they learn to appreciate him better (idk how that would show in a story like this. ideas?)

Meanwhile, Percy is having his own issues. Battling between his now two minds and adding on the fact that he has practically nothing to do for the next two weeks or so since he’s a dog. His story would focus on him learning to relax a little bit and allow himself to indulge in the things that make him happy (again, not sure how this would play out. ideas?)

maybe the other weasley siblings find out and join in as well in lookinv after Percy. It starts off as teasing but by the end of the story they all appreciate him better and Percy learns how to appreciate them a little more as well since they’re taking care of him.

You could even throw in the Golden Trio as well. Maybe the Gryffindor Quidditch team, including Oliver Wood (he is Percy’s roommate so i’m sure he’d notice somethings up when Percy doesn’t come back to the dorms one night). Maybe Marcus even joins the journey somehow

It could even tie into some Third Parent Percy as well. Such as the Weasley siblings start to feel a little bit off as the days go by and eventually they realise it’s because they don’t have Percy checking up on them everyday and even though they’ve complained about it, the start to miss it.

Anyways, yeah.

Thoughts?

You should write the fic! I love the idea - Percy as an adorable dog and learning the relax, the twins taking care of him, things slowly falling apart, the younger Weasleys realizing how much Percy actually does and learning to appreciate him more. 🥰

Like when Fred and George actually do well on an assignment, their parents don't congratulate them because they expect it from all the kids anyway (whether it's realistic or not), whereas Percy is always the first person to congratulate them and say "Well done." They used to grumble about it not mattering, but they secretly liked it because it made them feel cared about, so when they don't get that anymore, they're pretty disappointed.

I think it'd be great if this took place in Percy's 7th year (Book 3). We'd see the prefects not functioning as well either; they're disorganized and stressed because Percy usually makes sure that things run smoothly. I also love the idea of Oliver and Marcus' fights blowing out of control because Percy isn't there to act as a mediator, so maybe they get threatened by McGonagall that they're going to be suspended from a Quidditch match, which has everyone panicking.

Plus, Percy could meet Sirius in his Animagus form and not realize it's him. Like Percy goes running through the woods - trying to embrace being a dog and find a way to relax - but he gets lost and doesn't know how to find his way back or feed himself without magic.

Sirius finds him and is intrigued by this cute - but rather pathetic - dog, and he takes him under his wing, because he figures he's just a young stray, and Sirius is obviously a dog lover. He shows Percy how to find food and a safe place to rest, and even though the twins are freaking out that Percy is missing, Percy's getting more unconditional attention from a parental figure than he's ever gotten. 😭

If you write it, let me know! I'd love to read it. 🥰

Thanks for the ask! 😊

[r0seart]

It’s the last day of pride month

A common thing I’ve heard (at least in my country) when June becomes July is to put away the pride flags because “it isn’t pride month anymore”. Well I say that’s bullshit. Every month is pride month when you’re LGBTQ+.

So I made some of the wizarding fam celebrating pride to remind my followers and anyone who stumbles across my art that we shouldn’t limit our pride to just one month.

Note this is meant to be an uplifting post. Especially with the things that have happened and bills that passed this year. Being LGBTQ+ in America has gotten pretty tough so I want to indulge in some queer joy for a bit.

[h3ll3nist-v1v1an]

I think people hate on cho and the rest because they dont really appear much in the movies except cho and lavender, cho was hates because she ratted them out in the order of phoenix (though it was different in the books, if you never read the books, you dont know that) lavender was hates because she took ron from hermione, fleur was kinda just there in goblet of fire and in the deathly hallows movies and like i said if you never read the books, you dont know that (bigger and longer appearences in books though) tonks was hated for being remus's wife instead of sirius (though jkr bascially wrote them to be straight whem they give of the biggest gay vibes besides sirius and others), that is my ted talk

Also i like wolfstar but dora would definitely ship them, just that vibes

@moonlightdancer26 what do you think?

Things in the HP fandom that ✨just don’t make sense✨

Ship wars

Loving Draco but hating on Ron

Calling Snape abusive while glossing over the fact that the series takes place in an old-fashioned magic school 30 years ago.

Thinking it’s valid that just because you hate a character you can disregard their trauma

Wolfstar shippers who bash Tonks for no good reason (you can obviously not ship Remadora and ship Wolfstar, but why hate on her when she genuinely did nothing bad?)

Insisting that George should’ve died instead of Fred (that’s so disturbing??? wtf is wrong with y’all?)

Excusing literally everything the Marauders did by saying “they’re just kids” and not acknowledging that Snape was the same age

Hating on Cho, Fleur, Tonks, and Lavender (hm I wonder what they all have in common)

Hating Percy when he has an extremely realistic and understandable story and felt genuinely overlooked by his family (which he was).

Calling 9 year old Snape a creepy stalker

Acting like Hagrid was a perfect angel just because he was kind to Harry

[myboipotterimagines]

Golden Pt. 5 - Weasley Twins x Reader

Hi everyone! Thank you for all the support on the last few chapters. I have really enjoyed writing this fanfic, and I hope y'all like reading it. This is probably my favorite one yet. Enjoy!

Again, 18+, minors dni. Love you all. <3

Other parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

George had decided that he would, in fact, be joining you in Hogsmeade. He wasted no time in getting ready, clearly not wanting to leave you alone with his twin for any longer. For someone who didn't care about you, he sure was fucking jealous.

Leaving the shop hit you with the truth of reality like a brick to the chest. Diagon Alley was desolate and destroyed, the shop one of the only businesses still in operation. You clung to Fred. "He's growing stronger, isn't he?" you asked, though even you knew it wasn't a question so much as a statement. Fred leaned down to kiss your temple. "I'm afraid so. But nothing will happen to you while you're with us." "With Fred, at least," George smirked, moving to the front of the charge. "I'm more of an every man for himself type of guy." Fred rolled his eyes. "Ignore him." He laced his fingers into yours and for a moment, your heart stopped beating. A coy smile took its place on your lips as you looked up to find a matching one on his.

"So what all do we need in Hogsmeade?" you finally asked as you walked to the edge of Diagon Alley. A group of wizards had set up an anti-apparition barrier within the streets of the town, hoping to increase its protection against Dark Magic. The borders were patrolled, which did a little to ease your anxiety.

"As much as I love seeing you in my clothes, I think it's time you get some of your own," Fred laughs, his words bringing a blush to your cheeks. "I have also decided to turn our office into a temporary bedroom for you, until you feel more comfortable in ours."

Your heart jumped again. Every so often, ,you would forget that these two were your soulmates, not just a new relationship. Eventually you would all share a bedroom, and a bed, and a life. Your future was as intertwined as your fingers. George finally looked back at the two of you, glancing for only a moment at your hands, then back ahead of him.

"We're at the edge," he said firmly. "I'll apparate us." He reached out one hand to his brother, then one to you. The same pulse of energy ran through you as you touched. You were completely wrapped around the finger of the two, and unsure if it was exciting or terrifying.

The village of Hogsmeade was still as beautiful as it had always been. Since it was an inhabited city of wizards, it was harder to vandalize unnoticed.

"I'll go get the bedroom furniture," George said, immediately dropping your hand. He was gone before anyone could protest. Fred barely noticed, taking a moment to pull you into him, kissing your forehead lightly. "Let's go get you some clothes, love."

Fred made sure you had clothes for every occasion, but your eyes always drifted to the dresses on the racks. He insisted that you needed every one you tried on, eyes raking your body with each new fabric. He even went so far as to outfit you with a slinky silk nightdress that he had adored. If it hadn't fallen slightly past your bum, he would've insisted you go home in it. Instead, he picked out a soft red sundress for you to wear the rest of the day. By the time you were finished, Fred's hands were full of bags, and George was waiting outside.

"Did the princess do some damage in there?" George asked with a smirk. Your own face dropped at his use of your nickname - the one he had only used as his hands had fucked you. "She wouldn't have needed so much if we hadn't basically kidnapped her," Fred laughed. "Where's all the shit you were supposed to get?" "Delivered and assembled," he smiled. "I go above and beyond, dear brother." Fred rolled his eyes. "Let me drop this off and we can grab dinner at the Three Broomsticks. Could you two get us a table without killing each other?" You smiled. "I think we can manage." You placed a kiss on Fred's cheek before he apparated away.

"How long are you going to wait to tell him that I've been inside of you?" You groaned. "I don't know, George. You'll be happy to know you've put me in quite the fucking predicament. So I'm sure you're bloody elated." "He can't be too mad, considering you're fucking him, too." All of the color drained from your face as you stopped in your tracks. You took a moment to regain your composure. "I am. He's my soulmate and he's fucking nice to me." You took a step closer to George. "I would do anything for him." George took a step closer to you, closing the distance between you, before leaning down to whisper in your ear. "I didn't even have to be nice to get you to open your legs." You spun to slap him, but he caught your hand, holding it tightly within his grasp. "No need for violence, princess. Unless that's what you like."

Upon arriving at the Three Broomsticks, the two of you took a booth at the back of the restaurant, George slipping in beside of you. "You really have to sit next to me?" you asked. "Unfortunately. The only thing worse than sitting next to you is sitting across from you and having to look into your eyes the whole evening. I'll leave Fred that torture." "Fred actually likes me, George. Even though you seem hellbent on stopping him from doing so." "It takes two to tango, sweetheart. You know as well as I do that you wanted last night to happen. Probably can't wait for it to happen again." "You're the one who came onto me. You wanted it as much as I did."

George shifted in his seat to look you straight in the eye. As he did, he snaked his hand under your dress and up the middle of your thighs, only stopping at your core. You squirmed from his touch, but his thumb found its way to your clit and his index to your already soaking entrance. He leaned in to your ear, using his free hand to push back your hair. "Like I said, seems like you can't wait for it to happen again." You pushed him off of you, face only reddening as he took his fingers into his mouth to clean them off. "Mm, sweet as honey, princess."

"What is?" Fred asked, sliding across from the two of you. "George what the hell did you do to her?" he added upon seeing your reddened face. "I didn't do anything, Freddie. The poor thing is just embarrassed she's never had Butterbeer." "Never?" Fred asked. You shook your head - a lie, but it would do. "Didn't think I'd like it."

Fred immediately jumped into action, ordering a round of Butterbeer to go with your meals. Hopefully you feigned surprise well when you tasted it for the 'first time'. Fred seemed to buy it, at least. George tried to ignore you the entire evening.

He was successful until you arrived home. "Let me show you your bedroom," he called, not checking to see if you were following before he started walking away. Your bedroom was on the first floor of the shop, nestled cozily in the back. Though the room wasn't very big, George had managed to fit a bed, dresser, and desk into the space. Fred had already spelled your clothes away, filling in the new dresser. "This is incredible. Thank -" you turned to thank George, but he was already gone. Your blood grew hot - he was not going to humiliate you and then ignore you for the rest of the evening. He was going to fucking pay.

At the very top of one of your drawers held the black silk dress. You quickly stripped into nothing but the nightdress, letting your hair fall loose on your shoulders to accompany it. It was beautiful, and you needed to thank Fred for getting it for you.

You didn't bother with a robe or slippers as you ascended the staircase to the twins' room. You knocked on the already opened doorframe, grabbing the attention of Fred first. "Holy shit," he murmured, taking in your body like he was seeing it for the first time. You entered their room, noting George's agape mouth as you moved. "I just wanted to thank you both for putting my room together. I'm the luckiest girl on the planet to have you," you said, smiling at Fred.

"I'm the lucky one," Fred murmured, fingers slipping up and down your frame. "You're so fucking beautiful." You kissed him tenderly, heart melting at his words. "I love you, Fred," you whispered, words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.

George pulled the two of you apart. "All right, get the fuck out of here and go to bed." "What the fuck, George?" Fred asked. "She's clearly drunk, Fred! She needs to go the fuck to bed." "No, I'm not!" you protested. "I had like two Butterbeers." "Apparently, you're a lightweight, then." You looked at Fred to back you up, but his face was downturned. "Your face is super flushed, love. Maybe you should get some rest." "I'll make sure she gets downstairs, then she's on her own. Tomorrow is a big day for all of us and I need a fucking shower." "Goodnight, love," Fred called. "Goodnight, Fred," you frowned. "I do love you." His expression didn't change.

As soon as you were in your room, George locked the door behind you and cast a silencing spell on the room. "I am not drunk, George. What the hell is wrong with you?" "What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with you? You clearly came up there to try and seduce me. And then you tell Fred you fucking love him? He is not a tool to fucking abuse."

You threw a pillow at him, which he wordlessly deflected. "Not everything is about you!" you yell. "I do love him! More than anything," you voice quiets with each word. You draw in a shaky breath as you lower onto the bed.

George walks over to you, holding your chin in his hands. His eyes glare daggers into yours. "I don't believe you." Your gaze doesn't break. "I don't need you to." "I'll tell him. Everything." "And what is 'everything', exactly? That you fingered me? That you want to fuck me? That you need me as much as I need you?" His grip tightened, pulling you to your feet. "I do not need you. I don't even fucking want you."

In one swift motion, you reversed your spots, pushing George onto the bed. He stared up at you as you held your fingertips to his chest, holding him in place. "For someone who doesn't want me, you seem to spend a lot of time inside of me." He laughed. "Because you're fucking easy. It didn't even take a full day to get with you. It didn't take two before you were with both of us."

You pushed him back farther onto the bed, straddling him. "I think you're the easy one, Georgie. If I was so easy, I would've made you cum instead of your brother." "Fuck you," he snarls, grabbing a handful of your hair. "If you'd like," you retort, grinding your already wet cunt against him. He's clearly hard underneath of you, despite the layers of clothing separating him from you. "Fucking slut," he groans, wrapping an arm around your back to support your position. "I'll stop if you want me to," you repeat his own words back to him. "But I don't think you want me to."

"Fuck," he groaned. "I need you right fucking now." His nails dug through your slinky dress and into the skin underneath, pulling you as close to him as he could. "Thought you didn't want me, Georgie? Now you need me?" you mocked, slowing your hips to almost a stop. George brought his hands to your hips, moving you against him once more. Your core ignited, but you held your moans.

George did not hold his. His teeth sank into your neck, leaving bite marks and kisses from your hairline to your clavicle. When he bit into your earlobe, your first moan escaped your lips. "There you go, baby girl, let it out." His fingers moved from your waist to your cunt, tracing your entrance. "So wet for me already," he laughed. His lips returned to your ear. "Let me take care of you."

You slowed to a stop once more, taking in the labored breathing and flushed face of the man before you. "What happened to every man for himself?" You leaned into his neck, whispering in his ear. "I'm not letting someone fuck me who wouldn't protect me from a Death Eater."

His face grows hard as you stand from him. Before you can exit the room, he pulls you onto the bed, pinning your hands. On instinct, your legs kick at him with all your might, causing him to straddle you to restrain you. "You don't have to fuck me, princess. But, you will know that I would protect you with my last fucking breath. I would lay down my life to save yours. So you can go to Fred to satisfy your needs, but you will not go under the impression that I would ever betray you."

After a moment, he frees your hands, which immediately latch onto his shoulders and pull him into you. For the first time, your lips meet, starving for touch. George can't get close enough to you, holding you by the waist and hair, locking your body against his. You begin reaching for the seam of his jeans, but he grabs your wrists with one hand and holds them over your head, using the other to hold open your legs as he sinks into your pussy. A moan rips through you as he licks stripes up and down your core, taking particular interest in your clit. He moans as he devours you, eliciting another string of moans and curses from your lips.

You cry out when he pulls away, devastatingly close to orgasm. "You taste so good, baby girl, but I need to feel you cum on my cock. Do you want that?" You nod, but he shakes his head. "I need words, princess." "Yes, please." With a wave of his hand, the rest of his clothes were gone. Even though he had seen most of your body, you had seen none of his. You drank in the sight of him, memorizing every curve of his body like it was the last time you'd ever see it. He lined himself up at your entrance, the contact alone making you moan. "You ready?" he asks. "Please," you beg, your body aching for his.

He pushes in slow, a mixture of his moans and yours filling the room. "You feel so fucking good," he finally says once he's bottomed out. You smile up at him, too fucked to say any actual words. "So fucking beautiful with my cock in you, princess." He thrusts into you again, pulling moans from your mouth like a prayer. His pace quickens to a breakneck speed, bringing you right to the edge of orgasm once more. "I'm gonna-" you start, before a new wave of moans leave your lips as his thumb connects with your clit. "Cum, baby girl. Come for me."

Once again, his words send you over the edge, orgasm exploding through you like a bomb. Your moans turn into screams of his name as you ride out the orgasm. Your cunt spasms from the aftershock, drawing out George's orgasm, spilling himself into you. Without a word, he spells away his seed, leaving you empty of him. You groan at his absence, but he lays beside you and pulls you into his chest. You burrow deep into him, inhaling his scent. His fingers trail patterns on your back, leaving only goosebumps in their wake.

No one speaks for ages, and you were sure George was asleep before he whispers three words. "I love you."

Tears fill your eyes as guilt fills your heart. "I love you, too."

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dancing with our hands tied

george weasley x gryffindor! reader (ft theodore nott)

"honestly, the yule ball is so stupid." your complaints could be heard from the opposite side of the hall as you sat, a piece of toast in your hand, in between your two best friends fred and george weasley.

you had met them in your first year, on the train to hogwarts. ever since that day the three of you were inseparable. fred weasley was the louder, more cheekier twin. he had caught your attention first, mainly from his loud nature. you would consider him one of, if not your closest friend. then there was george weasley. the quieter, yet still charming twin. he was kinder. but he was different from fred. you had fallen for him in your second year. no one knew, except angelina johnson, but you had sworn her to secrecy and she wasn't the kind of girl to gossip.

"you're only saying that 'cos you don't have a date." fred smirks at you.

"neither do you." you respond, raising an eyebrow. george chuckles at this, which makes you feel quite proud of yourself.

"yeah well watch this." you watch as fred chucks a piece of paper at angelina. she turns to look over, confused. she gives you a questioning look and you shrug.

"will you go to the dance with me?" fred mouths, and gestures a dance.

you and george snort. surprisingly, angelina nods and turns back to her friends.

"and that my friends.. is how it's done." fred turns back to the two of you.

"unbelievable." george mutters, chuckling.

"yeah yeah, well done. anyway my point still stands." you sigh, playfully.

"well maybe if we find you a hot date, you might change your mind." fred winks at george. he knew of his brothers feelings for you, and boy was he taking advantage of it.

"yeah.. i'll pass." you say, avoiding eye contact with george.

george looks dejected.

"leave her alone fred, if she don't wanna go, she don't wanna go." george tries to mask his disappointment.

"yeah fred." you giggle.

"fine. but don't blame me when you die alone." fred playfully rolls his eyes.

that was the last the topic of the yule ball was brought up that day, the conversation quickly changing to the new pranks the twins had come up with and quidditch, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that something was up. george was acting... weird. i mean.. you weren't entirely opposed to the ball, if he asked you to it, you'd gladly say yes. maybe you'd have to make the first move?

for next few days, you had spent your time trying to work up the courage to ask george to the yule ball. i mean.. even if he said no, you could try and play it off as if you wanted to go as friends. it was fine.

"guess who has a date for the yule ball." george's voice broke you from your thoughts, as the two of you sat together in the library where you were supposed to be studying for your upcoming potions exams.

your heart stopped. a small part inside of you hoped he wasn't going to say him but of course, who else would it be?

"who?!" you say in fake enthusiam.

"me!" he announces, waiting for you to respond. a small part of him was hoping that you'd object and want to go with him yourself. unfortunately, he knew that wasn't in your nature.

as for you, you were struck. i mean, you knew it was your own fault. you were very vocally anti-yule ball. that didn't stop you from feeling heartbroken, though. but you knew you had to power through it.

"who's the unlucky girl?" you chuckle, feebly.

"katie bell." he responds, almost sounding.. apologetic?

"right. good for you." you mutter.

"yep." george responds, trying to search your face for any emotions. he saw none. maybe he needed to get over this.

you nod at him straight-faced.

"i uh- just remembered.. i gotta go meet fred. bye." george abruptly stands up, and leaves without another word.

"bye then." you respond, and sigh.

"well l/n that was the most painful thing i have ever witnessed and i'm friends with draco malfoy" theodore nott sat down in george's empty seat. he was your old herbology partner, and he was pretty nice.. for a slytherin.

"cheers nott. you should be thankful for my free entertainment." you smile weakly.

"you got it bad for weasley.. wow y/n i thought better of you." he teases.

"yeah yeah whatever, leave me alone." you frown, and turn back to your potions book.

"wait i didn't mean it like that.. look i have a proposition." theo responds, seeing your face.

you nod at him to go on.

"come to the yule ball with me to make him jealous."

"you what?!" you chuckle at the absurdity of what he had just said.

"hey! any girl would die to be you right now. it'll be fun! and i'm sure george won't be able to keep his eyes off us." he nudges you playfully.

you sigh. "fine." you fight off a smile, you couldn't deny the fact that theo was charming.

"i'll be at the gryffindor common room on the night. make sure you look hot." he smirks.

"will do." you smile.

maybe this was the distraction from george you needed.

you wandered back to the gryffindor common room with a smile on your face. the twins were quick to notice this.

"what are you smiling at?" fred says, as you take a seat beside the twins on the comfy armchairs.

"you all doubted me, guess who also has a hot date to the yule ball." you pretend to wipe dust off your shoulder.

george's heart dropped. he didn't like this one bit.

"yeah right, who?" george asks.

"nott." you smile.

"theodore nott??" george announces. "why.. that guys a dick."

"and a slytherin." fred adds.

"look he asked me. now we all have dates." you respond, trying to ignore the looks on their faces.

"yeah well.. i don't like him." george glares.

"well.. it's only for one night." you roll your eyes.

"but still... why would you go with him?!" he mutters.

"because he asked me?!" you respond. "i'm going to bed."

you stand up and leave to go to your dorm. what was his problem? you could go with whoever you wanted.

george sighs.

"mate, you need to tell her you like her eventually.. and maybe not act like an idiot about it." fred attempts to comfort him.

"that is not happening." george responds adamently.

the next few days you avoided george at all costs. after your last exchange, it felt like it was the right thing to do.

before you knew it, it was the night of the yule ball. angelina had put a charm on your makeup so it remained flawless and you wore the most beautiful dress you owned. you felt pretty.

as you walked down to the common room, george couldn't help but mutter a "wow". you were glowing.

"hope you're not checking out my date, weasley." theo teases.

"shut up nott." george growls, fred only laughed.

as you approach the boys, you felt george's eyes on you.

"hi." you mutter.

"l/n you look..."

"beautiful." george cut theo off, smiling at you, you felt your cheeks heat up and smile back.

"damn right, come on." theo offers his arm out for you and you take it.

"i'll.. see you guys there." you smile at the twins and make your way to the hall.

"i know this isn't a romantic date but.. you still wanna dance? kinda wanna have some fun too." theo asks when you arrive.

"gladly." you smile.

the two of you dance for most of the evening. you had a pretty good time but you can't help but look over at george who was laughing with katie.

"hey y/n.. now's your time." theo mutters cheekily to you, as you watch katie approach one of the beauxbuxton boys, who happily accepts her offer.

"thanks theo, you've been a great date." you smile, as theo winks back at you.

you make your way over to george, and take katie's empty seat.

"so you having a good time georgie?" you smile at him.

"it's been alright. better if i came here with someone else though." he chuckles.

"really?!" you reply.

"yes. look y/n, i'm sorry about the other day. i guess i was just.. jealous." george sighs.

you felt your heart pound. "jealous?"

"yeah.. i brought katie here to make you jealous. she was in on it of course, i just.. really like you y/n." george says, sighing.

"oh george, i brought theo here for the exact same reason" you exclaim.

"you did?!" he grins.

"yeah.. the truth is.. i really like you too. i've just been too nervous to say anything." you smile.

george grins back and takes a hold of your hand.

"so you wanna dance y/n?"

"happily."

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WEASLEY TWINS!!!!!

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Vulnera Sanentur [Weasley Twins x Reader]

Part 7

Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Title: Vulnera Sanentur

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley {established relationship}

Timeline: DH1&2- Initially set during the battle of the seven potters. Canon and certain plot points have been altered for the needs of the story.

Summary: The battle of the seven Potters throws your world into chaos when one of your boyfriend’s is cursed. As Snape’s ex-potions assistant and previous protégée, you recognise the inflicted curse immediately and demand answers from your mentor.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of war and Voldy, descriptions of injury and blood, descriptive smut, p in v sex, shower sex, tension. Outside sex. Semi public sex. None sexual nudity. Crying. Snape has a soft spot for reader. Arguments. Probably some cursing. Mentions of nightmares. Reader is part of the Order of the Phoenix. Mentions of death (Dumbledore). Mentions of Tonks’ pregnancy. On it got a angsty. So much angst I can’t tag it all. Not spellchecked nor beta read, we die like Madeye.

The return to Hogwarts.

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Apparating into Hogsmeade just outside the anti-apparition jinx perimeter was the only feasible way you could get close to the castle, but it was extremely dangerous, to say the least. There was a bounty upon all of your heads, none more than Harry who had been marked as undesirable number 1. Your plan was to sneak in through the Honeydukes cellar passageway, navigating Hogmeade in the dark just as you had the night George lost his ear to confront Snape. You wished you had the marauders map on your possession and had cursed yourself multiple times for not keeping it to hand, knowing that Grimmauld place was much too risky to return to now that Yaxley had discovered the location of the safe house after fleeing the ministry.

You had not anticipated the alarm that sounded out the second you all apparated into Hogmeade, the Caterwauling charm forcing you to run for cover the second your feet landed on the ground. Snatchers and death eaters were hot on your tails as you hid behind folded tables in the market, holding your breath and trying to control your shaking limbs. Snow covered the ground and you tried your hardest to hide your tracks but it was too late, all of you huddled together beneath a table as footsteps approached. Only when another alarm sounded off in the distance did the men relent and began running to investigate, assuming it to be Harry.

You stood quickly and beckoned the rest of your group to follow you, trying to slip through the jitty that ran between the Hog's Head and the side entrance to Honeydukes. Your heart sunk as you spotted a newly installed railing too late, cornering you and preventing you from escaping. You turned to Ron with a look of fear in your eyes, desperately trying to think up a backup plan as you tried to pull the secret passageways from your memory.

"Potter, in here!" A voice whispered from the side, urging you to run forward for cover.

A large portrait on the wall grabbed your attention immediately, a young girl with a clipped smile and distant eyes.

"You bloody fools, what were you thinking coming here?" The deep voice said, walking into the room. His likeness to your ex-headmaster was striking though not in the way that they were identical but almost as if they had the same kind eyes and long white hair and beards. "Have you any idea how dangerous it is?"

"You're Aberforth, Dumbledore's brother," Harry says, watching as the man briefly pauses mid-step before continuing on to peak out the shuttered windows, looking for any sign of suspicion with a vague noise of confirmation.

Aberforth kindly fetched some food and drink for you all though you don't launch for it as Ron and Hermione do, your stomach in knots about the next task.

"We need to get into the castle, tonight," Harry says with urgency, also not moving to reach for the food.

When Aberforth turns to him with a look of confusion and disgust, Harry presses, "Dumbledore gave us a job to do."

"Did he now?" Aberforth replies sneakily, pouring himself a drink. "Nice job? Easy?" He asks sarcastically, implying a conflict between them and previous knowledge of Albus' riddle like tasks. His face beamed with a sardonic smile that didn't reach his eyes, though he clearly found it an amusing situation.

"We've been hunting Horcruxes," Harry admits. Your gaze shoots your to him in surprise and alarm that he'd admitted it out loud to a man you barely knew. In truth, you had been more than hesitant about things since the incident with Bathilda, not to mention your multiple uses of Polyjuice Potion in the last few months alone. Quite frankly, you didn't trust anyone to be who they claimed to be.

"We think the last one's inside the castle, but we'll need your help getting in," Harry says. The tension on the room lingers as Aberforth places down his drink, eyeing Harry with suspicion, not astounded at the claim as you had anticipated him to act.

"That's not a job my brother's given you, it's a suicide mission. Do yourself a favor boy. Go home. Live a little longer."

"Dumbledore trusted me, to see this through," Harry counters, unfazed by Aberforth's harsh tone.

"What makes you think you can trust

him! What makes you think you can believe anything my brother told you! In all the time you knew him, did he ever mention my name? Did he ever mention hers?" Aberforth gestures to the painting of the young girl you'd spotted upon entering, her vacant expression never changing even as she's addressed.

"Why should he?" Harry begins to say, before Aberforth interjects.

"Keep secrets? You tell me." He goads.

"I trusted him."

"That's a boys answer," Aberforth dismisses. You cast a glance at Hermione as the two argue back and forth, keeping surprisingly cool under the tension. Ron, standing beside Hermione, looks less concerned as he continues to eat, shoving his mouth full of food as he watches the confrontation before him. "A boy who goes chasing Horcruxes on the word of a man who wouldn't even tell him

where to start. You're lying. Not just to me, which doesn't matter, but to yourself as well. That's what a fool does." Aberforth has taken a few steps towards Harry but he stands resolute. "You don't strike me as a fool, Harry Potter. So I'll ask you again. There must be a reason."

Harry remains resolute even as Aberforth moves ever closer to him, the tension lingeries thickly in the air as you await Harry's answer.

"I'm not interested in what happened between you and your brother, I don't care that you've given up. I trust the man I knew. We need to get into the castle tonight."

Ron's gaze flickers to you and you look upon eachother with an unreadable expression, both relating caution as you anticipate Aberforth's next move. Harry stands strong, not cowering under the dark gaze of your helper. After several seconds of intense, silent exchange, Aberforth shifts his gaze to the painting of the girl, his eyes softening as he glances at her, relenting.

The girl gives a nod, still holding her wistful smile and turns, waking off into the distance of the oil painting, her form getting increasingly smaller the further she walks.

"Where've you sent her?" Asks Harry, curiously watching the girl disappear from the frame.

"You'll see soon enough," Aberforth replies, a little cagey.

"That's Ariana, isn't it? Your sister. She's beautiful," you say, trying to pull Aberforth back on to your side, feeling like a disquiet was pulling at him and Harry that you didn't want to linger.

"She'll always be beautiful," Aberforth says, glancing at you briefly. You nod with a small smile, understanding his wistful tone.

"She died very young, didn't she," Hermione adds delicately, though Aberforth doesn't glance at her, nor reply for a few moments as Hermione's statement hangs in the air.

"My brother sacrificed many things, in his journey to find power, including Ariana. She was devoted to him -- he gave her everything, but time."

"Thank you Mr Dumbledore," you say quietly. He stares at you for a moment with an unreadable expression before nodding curtly and walking into the other room up the stone steps. You catch Ron's eyes who looks at you in question but you shoot him a harsh glare, telling him to back off. The four of you stand in awkward silence for a few moments, looking around the sparse room and waiting for your next instruction or sign.

"She's coming back! And she's got someone with her!" Hermione calls, scrutinising the painting as a very small figure emerges from the back of the canvas. The whole scene is slightly ominous as you wait for the image to become clear, a sense of dread filling you as you consider who would be with her. Had you been set up?

"Who's that with her?" Ron asks, moving to stand closer as you all fixate on the second figure, increasing in size as they move closer, seeing that the second person was limping. The second person moves behind the girl, concealed completely as the frame around the painting creaks open from the right side. You draw your wand, ready for whatever might be unleashed but frown as you see the opening to a dark and long tunnel, revealing exactly who was stepping closer. "Bloody hell!"

"Neville!" Harry says with a smile, thankful to see an old friend. "You look

"Like hell I reckon," Neville says, crouching down with his wand in his hand. His cardigan is marked and dirty, much like his face that holds scars and fresh cuts. "This is nothing. Seamus is worse. You'll see." He looks at you, then Hermione and then Ron, all with a smile as you greet eachother.

"Hey, Ab. We've got a couple more coming through," he says, turning to Aberforth and addressing him with a familiarity which tells you everything you need to know about the kind bar owner who had been exactly who he stated to be.

"I don't remember this being on the Marauder's Map," you say quietly with a tone of suspicion, looking at the walls of the damp and dark tunnel that surrounds you, completely unfamiliar to even you. Having George and Fred as best friends turned lovers ensured that you knew every secret passageway and hiding place in the castle, and this was one you had never found before.

"That's because it never existed till now. The seven secret passages were sealed off before the start of the year. This is the only way in or out now. The grounds are crawling with Death Eaters and Dementors," Neville explains, leading the way with his wand extended, exuding light to guide your path.

"How bad is it with Snape as Headmaster?" Hermione asks. Even in the semi-darkness you notice her gaze flicking to you at the mention of your old potion master and mentor.

"Hardly ever see him. It's the Carrows you have to watch out for."

"The Carrows?"

"Brother and sister. They're in charge of discipline. They like punishment, the Carrows," he says, pointing to the newest gash on his face.

"They did that to you? But why?" Hermione asks.

"Today's Dark Arts lesson had us practicing the Cruciatus Curse, on First Years. I refused. Hogwarts has changed."

You're amazed by the change in Neville, no longer seeing a scared boy but rather a confident man, no longer afraid to stand up for himself or the people around him. It's a bittersweet reverence you feel, conflicted by his words, knowing that this new regime must have forced him to change. You wondered about everyone else, how had they fared?

Just as you approach the end of the tunnel, a large door appears, blocking any further light. Neville turns to you all with a grin on his face, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Let's have a bit of fun, shall we?" He turns back to reach for the door and slowly begins pushing it open, moving forward to block you all with his body.

"Hey! Listen up, you lot! Brought you a surprise," he calls out, addressing what you assume to be other students.

"Not more of Aberforth's cooking, I hope. Be a surprise if we could digest it," you hear a voice call back, a voice you instantly recognise as Seamus.

Without replying, Neville steps to one side and reveals you all stood behind him, Harry first with Ron, then you and then Hermione in near single file within the small entrance to the tunnel.

"Blimey!" Seamus calls out, his face amongst a sea of others who all turn to the opening at Seamus' exclamation. The crowd erupts with cheers and hollars, your names called out as people begin to stand, clapping and smiling up at you all. You recognise many of the faces there, Luna, Cho, Dean, Lavender, Cormac, Padma and Parvati, Nigel and more. You look around hopefully to try and spot Ginny but you can't see her familiar face nor the familiar red hair you're so hopeful to see.

You descend down the ladder and are immediately met with a surge of hugs, backslaps and handshakes as the group of your fellow students embrace you, greeting each of you with an excitement you'd not anticipated.

"Get the word out to Remus and the others that Harry and the gang are back," Neville says quietly to Nigel, making you freeze in Padma's arms. You naturally assumed 'the others' meant Order members, would they all be joining you? Would you finally get to see Fred and George again? And if you did, would they even want to see you?

You faked a smile as more people greeted you but you felt as if you were on autopilot, your mind spiralling at the idea of seeing your loved one's again and their reaction. You tried to focus of Bill's words from before, his tone was positive and present tense, hopefully they did still want you. You watched from over the shoulder of a student you didn't recognise to see Nigel scrambling to work an old battered wizard wireless, navigating through the crackles of it warming up, speaking quickly and fighting to keep the large headphones on.

"River, DA calling. Do you read? We have a new weather report: Lightning has struck. I repeat, lightning has struck."

"Okay, okay! Stand down! Let's not kill them before You-Know-Who gets the chance!" Neville says, trying to calm the group who have taken to mainly swarming Harry. The sea of people parts and Ron, stood beside Harry, takes your hand, pulling you in towards him as he does the same to Hermione, keeping you all close together.

"Right then. What's the plan, Harry?" Neville says, crossing his arms as he looks expectantly at Harry.

Harry gazes out over the expectant faces in the room, noting the hollow eyes and broken bodies and the desperate, almost palpable desire for hope amongst the crowd. For a moment he seems lost, remaining mute as he is awed by the sacrifice his friends have made.

"Okay. There's something we need to find, something hidden here in the castle. It could help us defeat You-Know-Who," he says determinedly, though if not a little lost. You share a look with Hermione that looks hesitant and concerned, both of you worried to give the game away.

"What is it?" Neville asks.

"We don't know," Harry replies.

"Where is it?" Dean asks, still looking hopeful.

"Don't know that either."

There's a brief pause that lingers with awkwardness, the sea of hopeful faces falling a little as the anticlimactic information is relayed.

"I realize it's not much to go on," Harry says.

"That's nothing to go on," Seamus says a little defensively, rendering Harry speechless for the moment, faltering under the unexpected backlash.

You spot the Ravenclaw banner in the distance and place your hand on Harry's shoulder, stepping in for him as it seems that he's a little lost for words, trying to navigate what exactly he could and should tell them.

"We think it's something to do with Ravenclaw," you say, side stepping to move in line with Harry at the front. "The thing we're looking for, it would be small, easy to conceal. It'd most likely be valuable and sentimental to Ravenclaw herself," you say, looking around at the sea of people who have turned their attention to you. You fixate on the eagle symbol on the banner, trying to look at the Ravenclaw students in the room, knowing they would be the most likely to have some information.

Your words are met with near silence and lost faces, confusion upon some as they look around at each other clueless.

"Well, there's Rowena Ravenclaw's lost diadem," Luna says from near the back.

"Oh, bloody hell. Here we go," Ron mutters under his breath behind you and you deliver a swift concealed kick to his shin to shut him up.

"The lost diadem of Ravenclaw? Hasn't anyone ever heard of it? It's quite famous," Luna says looking around as people turn in her direction, not taking her seriously.

"Yes, but Luna, it's lost. For centuries now. There's not a person alive today who's seen it," Cho says delicately, not wanting to humiliate Luna in front of the crowd. The other Ravenclaw's nod in agreement.

"Excuse me. But would someone tell me what a bloody diadem is?" Ron says, stepping to the other side of you so he doesn't get kicked again.

"It's a kind of crown. You know, like a tiara," Cho says.

You look towards Hermione and raise your eyebrows, seeing the same understanding in her eyes. It was possible, more than possible.

Just then, there's a distinctive rumble of the door opening and you freeze for a moment before you spot Ginny walking quickly over to the assembled group. She freezes for a moment, staring at Harry before mumbling his name with a smile. Ron gives a wave and says hi, though she pays no notice, still intensely staring at Harry who is staring back just the same.

"Six months she hasn't seen me and it's like I'm Frankie First Year. I mean, I'm only her brother," Ron mumbles between you and Hermione and you can't help but smile at his childish grumbling.

"Got loads of those, though, doesn't she? There's only one Harry," Seamus says, turning to you with a smile and a little wiggle of his eyebrows, making your heart flutter and your stomach tie into knots, having momentarily forgotten about the impending reunion with your boyfriends.

"Shut up, Seamus," Ron says without any real conviction, only to be interrupted by Neville who turns to Ginny with a frown.

"What is it, Ginny?"

"Snape knows. He knows that Harry was spotted in Hogsmeade," she says, still frozen to the spot, looking alarmed. Her gaze breaks away only briefly as she looks to you, then Ron, then Hermione. She eventually runs forward and embraces Harry, then pulls you in, then Ron and then Hermione.

"We need to do something," Harry says, turning to your group.

"How long until the order gets here?" You hear Ron ask Neville, trying to make a plan, knowing it would be foolish to act before the order had assembled.

"Anytime now, they've all been called to arms," he replies, looking back towards you as you nod. Trying to ignore the knot in your stomach and the lump in your throat, you turn to Harry, his gazed fixed to the floor, seemingly trying to think of options.

"Harry we need to overthrow Snape," Hermione says, a dangerous look in her eye.

"But we have to catch him off guard," you say, agreeing with Hermione. "We have to wait for the Order to arrive, if it turns into a fight we need backup. Neville how many of the teachers are on his side?"

"Just the Carrow's I'd say, most others have either been threatened, left or stayed to protect the students," Neville says, moving to stand closer to you all, the intel for the plan.

"We surprise Snape, overthrow and outnumber them, then we search the castle whilst the Order sets up defences," you say, looking directly at Harry so that he'd listen to your reasoning, "once we start this, there's no turning back."

He nods almost immediately, his gaze turning to you as he works through the plan in his head.

"That could work," Ron says encouragingly, moving closer to place a hand on Harry's shoulder.

Suddenly a loud alarm rings out, a whirring sound reminiscent of an old war time air raid alarm. You flinch, as does your little group though the other students seem completely unfazed, each of them dispersing to grab their discarded school robes.

"What's happening?" Harry asks, looking around frantically.

"Snape's called an assembly," Ginny explains, quickly placing her outer robes around her. "We have 10 minutes to get to the Great Hall."

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione exclaims as Harry reaches for a robe, quickly placing the cloak around him. So much for your plan.

"You wait here for the Order, I'll sneak in with the crowd, he won't be expecting that," he says, fingers struggling with the ties of the cloak in his haste.

"Hermione it might be the best way," you say carefully, expecting the disbelieving look she gives you. "Snape doesn't know Harry's already in the castle, right Gin?" You ask, turning to Ginny.

"No, the castle would be locked down if he did," Ginny says, agreeing with you.

"I have some Polyjuice potion," you begin to say but Harry stops you.

"No, it has to be me," Harry says, and you nod in understanding, letting him go.

The students pour out, including Harry who is concealed between Ginny and another Gryffindor student you don't recognise, leaving you, Ron and Hermione alone to await the Order's arrival.

The sound of the students marching in formation is an ominous noise, the steady beat of the synchronised footsteps only illuminating the quickened pace of your pounding heart. You took a seat on one of the crates in the back corner of the room, your back to both walls, staring into your lap and wringing your hands as nerves overtake you. The Order, most importantly Fred and George, would be here any minute and you didn't even know where to begin with greeting them.

Would they still want you?

Would they be harsh and dismissive?

Were they mad at you for leaving?

Your stomach flipped with nerves and you tried to hold back the nauseous feeling that kept rising up, your entire being riddled with anxiety. The others seemed to sense your internal distress and left you alone, standing together and talking quietly in the other corner. You pulled out the lebetum from your pocket to keep you occupied and distracted, looking into the frosted glass as you tried thinking of happy memories to see the words form but you were too anxious and conflicted to get a clear thought in your mind, the words remaining hidden. You still weren't certain what the exact use for it was, though it had helped you to retrieve the sword of Gryffindor. Why was the doe significant? You were pretty sure that Dumbledore's patronus was a Phoenix, so surely it couldn't be Albus helping you beyond the grave. The only clue you had was Dobby's cryptic message delivered just before he died, 'my boss was right'. But Dobby was a free elf, Harry had ensured that after the chamber of secrets, planting the sock which freed him from the Malfoys.

Just as you huffed out a breath of disappointment and placed the lebetum back deep into your pocket, a deep rumbling noise broke through the quiet room, alerting you to an intruder. Holding out your wand you waited a few seconds for the figure to appear, visibly shrinking in relief when you noticed Kingsley's signature blue robes coming into view. He was followed close behind by Remus and then Neville. Arthur and Molly stepped in and then Bill and Fleur. It was like you were being tortured on purpose, having to wait and sift through the familiar members until you finally saw the two near identical beings you'd longer for all this time.

They all naturally congregated around Hermione and Ron, greeting them with warmth having seen them first as they entered, your position partially hidden in the back corner. Almost immediately, you see George and Fred looking around worriedly as you aren't with Ron and Hermione. George catches your eye line first and you immediately stood up on shaking legs, feeling breathless and frozen in place, unable to take even a single step out of overwhelming fear that you'd be rejected after all this time.

His face erupts with sheer relief as he nudges Fred hard with his elbow, alerting his twin to your presence. Both twins turned to face you and within one second of turning, they run off from the group and bolt over to you, each pulling at your frozen form as tears erupt, free flowing down your face. George takes hold of you first, muttering unintelligible words as he cradles you tightly. The movement hurts your tender shoulder but you couldn't care less whilst you sob into his chest in relief. Fred speaks too but you can't make it out, both of their voices mixing to form a symphony of background noise. Fred then pulls you into his arms and spins you around, holding all of your weight as you sob and laugh at the same time. He puts you down on the floor and kisses you hard, hands tangling in your hair, no part of you left untouched as George grabs hold of your spare hand, feeling you firmly between them.

"I'm so sorry."

"I'm so sorry baby, I never meant-."

"You're really here."

"I love you."

"I love you."

"Missed you so bloody much."

You all speak at the same time, still clutching onto each other desperately as if one of you would disappear at any moment. George stops speaking and pulls you into a kiss, all his emotions pouring into the kiss, his remorse and regret, longing and desperation from the last months all culminating within him.

"I'm so sorry, I never meant to push you away, I took it out on you and I will never forgive myself," George says with a hiccup, still holding you as he pulls away from the kiss, speaking quickly so that he can be the first one to talk. Your tears have slowed now and from what you can see, both of the twins have their own tear lines too.

"No I'm sorry, I never wanted to leave you, especially not after everything that happened."

"We understand sweetheart," Fred says, stepping back in after giving you and George a moment. He places his hands onto your waist and you stand between both men, exactly where you should always be.

You hear a cough from the corner of the room and turn to see Remus with his hand in front of his mouth, looking sheepish and a little embarrassed having to break up your reunion. You understand, knowing that business needed taking care of first. You walk back to the group and are greeted warmly by Molly who pulls you into a bone crushing hug, followed by Arthur. Fleur then pulls you in and Bill strides over to you, placing his arm much more gently around you, knowing the problem with your shoulder.

"Told you," he whispers in your ear and you smile, gently elbowing him playfully which makes him laugh, your boyfriends paying close attention to your interaction.

"So where do we begin?" Hermione asks, looking towards Kingsley for leadership. He explains his plan but stops when he realises he doesn't quite know why you've returned.

"We need time," you say, standing straight. "We have to search the castle for something and destroy it."

"Then time you'll have," Kingsley says with a nod, ushering you all forward as you walk in formation towards the great hall where Harry would be revealing himself. You're flanked by your boyfriends, neither of them letting you out of their sight nor more than an arms length away as you walk between them.

Kingsley and Remus cast matching stunning spells as soon as you all round the corner to the hall, taking out the two deatheaters who were guarding the entrance to the hall.

You wait in tense silence, trying to listen in to what you believe to be Snape's threatening monologue until you hear a chorus of gasps, alerting you that Harry had made his move. It was time to act.

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So I see you're anti Molly Weasley (I admire your bravery), and can I please go off on something about her that I hate with a burning passion of a 1000 suns?

It's when she makes a dig at Sirius for *checks notes* not being in Harry's life because he was falsely convicted of murdering Harry's parents and sentenced to Azkaban without a trial. Even back when I was a fan of her, I was honestly appalled by that.

And then she's over here trying to gatekeep and prevent him from actually having a relationship with Harry, it just pisses me off so much. In general, she pisses me off.

I’m sorry this took me a while to respond because I’ve been busy with college. Thanks for the ask as well. :)

But this is one of the main reasons I don’t like Molly Weasley. There are a few other reasons (like how she treats Ron & the twins), but this is one of the biggest because that wasn’t 100% Sirius’s fault that he wasn’t in Harry’s life.

Sirius had just lost his best friend and another close friend (James & Lily) and would’ve been, understandably, devastated at more than likely not thinking straight at the time. And that is paired with the betrayal of Pettigrew being the traitor that sold them out in the first place.

Not to mention, the fact that he never got a trial and Harry was placed with the Dursleys by Dumbledore and even after the events of POA, Dumbledore didn’t even attempt to get Sirius a proper trial to give him a chance at freedom and the ability to be in Harry’s life.

All of that lead to being stuck in his childhood house, in which he suffered heavily and being around Kreacher and his mother’s portrait day after day with everyone telling him to stay inside. That had to heavily affected him, having to live around that again.

However, despite all of this, Sirius tries to be there for Harry, even if he is slightly misguided in what he thinks Harry needs, or what he thinks Harry should do (eg. sneaking out to Hogsmeade to meet in OOTP). Sirius still clearly had that love for Harry, which Harry wants and Sirius is happy to give.