#fred weasley x reader ff

[dracowars]

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

thank <33

switching houses | fred weasley

pairing: fred x slytherin!reader

word count: 0,9k

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

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

warnings: none

universe: harry potter

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

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

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

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

"Sir-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[l-lenny]

Dumb Krum! … I love you too

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

Part 1/??

SERIES MASTERLIST

TW: cursing, mention of fighting parents

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Daughter,

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

Father”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hey guys, I'm Vênus (she/her). This is my new ff blog and requests are already open!

I really like writing dark, smut and/or angst contents for s/o x female readers.

Almost all the characters and artists I'll write for are tagged. Feel free to send me your writing requests on my ask. (ps¹: practically i'll write for all Jacob Elordi and Ryan Gosling's characters, there just wasn't enough space in the tags).

So don't be shy... I'm a member of the "toxic characters stan" too <3

ps²: some characters besides the other characters of Ryan Gosling and Jacob Elordi that I didn't put in the tags but that I can also write for:

Scream: Ethan Landry, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher.

Euphoria: Rue Bennet, Jules Vaughn, Ethan Lewis, Lexi Howard, Chris McKay, Fezco.

Hunger Games: Lucy Gray Baird, Katniss Everdeen, Sejanus Plinth, Johanna Mason, Treech, Clemensia Dovecote, Tigris Snow, Haymitch Abernathy.

MCU: Tom Holland!Peter Parker & Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff.

Daisy Jones & The Six: Eddie Roundtree, Daisy Jones, Camila Dunne.

The Vampire Diaries: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Silas, Rebekah Mikaelson, Katherine Pierce.

Margot Robbie: Barbie, Harley Quinn.

Gossip Girl: Chuck Bass, Nate Archibald, Carter Baizen, Blair Waldorf.

YOU: Love Quinn, Joe Goldberg.

Harry Potter: Cedric Diggory, Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black.

Grey's Anatomy: Jackson Avery, Derek Shepherd, Mark Sloan, Alex Karev.

Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank.

Anyway, more characters can be added here over time!

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Pairing: (Fred Weasley x Non-Gryffindor Reader)

Word Count: 2.6K

Warning(s): A few swears 

Summary: A Fred Weasley imagine in which you both face off in a quidditch match against the other. When it comes down to the wire Fred purposely doesn’t make a game changing hit, leading to a short strain in your relationship. 

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It was a lovely day for a quidditch match. The air was cold and crisp. It was cloudy, yet the sun peaked through from beyond said clouds now and then.

Your team was going against Gryffindor, the same team your boyfriend Fred Weasley plays beater for. This wasn't the first time you two had competed against each other, but this would be the first time as significant others.

You had been friends with the twins since first year, but as time grew on, you and Fred developed a stronger relationship, something beyond the lines of friends.

You were indeed nervous about going up against Fred, but you had to remember this was nothing new; you had done this before. The only difference now is that he meant more to you. You both now shared a more intimate connection not only mentally but also physically. You admittedly had a soft spot for the beater, but you couldn't let that influence how you played today.

The current score was 140 to 80, and your team was down. If the chasers couldn't score any more points before Gryffindor's seeker caught the golden snitch, your house would lose. It was up to you; you needed to find and catch the snitch before Gryffindor's lead got too far.

You scanned over the pitch, looking for any traces of the small golden object.

As you were about to set your eyes on another part of the pitch, you caught a glimpse of something shiny, the golden snitch. The clouds had made it harder to find, but thanks to the sun breaking through them, its rays reflected off the fast-flying object.

You quickly flew in the direction of the snitch, knowing it would soon move positions, especially as you got closer.

The match continued in the background, but you were now laser-focused on the golden snitch. You heard cheers, though you weren't sure if it was because the crowd noticed your pursuit or if the houses had scored once again.

You reached the snitch, not close enough to grab but close enough to ensure you could follow it without losing sight of the thing. Quickly, you looked up to the scoreboard, in short enough time to read it. You had to make sure that if you caught the golden snitch now, your team would win. The score was now 150 to 100, so your team had made a small gain but still not enough to win without that snitch.

Looking back to the snitch, you noticed it hadn't moved much, but something had moved, Gryffindor's seeker Harry. He must have caught sight of the golden snitch once you made your haste to it. That or he had seen the sunbeams on it as well, which you doubted.

Taking Harry's further distance into consideration, your chances of catching the snitch was higher than his own but not guaranteed; the snitch was unpredictable.

A strategy quickly coming to mind you put it into motion. You swiftly made your way around the snitch, putting yourself between it and Harry as an extra safeguard. Then you pursued it.

The golden snitch was fast, but you were faster. You began to gain on it. However, you still weren't close enough to catch it. You took a brief moment to survey your surroundings, making sure that Harry hadn't gained much on you or the object you were chasing.

Not to your surprise, he had gained some. Harry was a fast flyer, you'd give him that, but he still had much to learn. Turning back to the goal in hand, you realized it had grown a bit closer in the few seconds you weren't looking at it.

Extending your hand out to reach for the golden snitch, it was barely out of reach, if only you had been blessed with slightly longer limbs like your boyfriend.

Shit, your boyfriend. The beaters. They would try to hit you to try to get you off the snitch's tail, given a chance. You looked past the snitch, and as you expected, Fred was there bat in hand and eyes set on an incoming bludger.

You needed to grab the snitch quickly before the bludger knocked you off track or your broom entirely.

Things began to almost move in slow motion as you looked between the snitch and your boyfriend. You wondered what would happen first, Fred hitting the bludger towards you or you catching the snitch. Quicker than you had hoped, you got your answer, hearing the audible smack of the bludger against Fred's bat.

You felt a brisk wind pass your head, enough to blow your hair in another direction slightly. You followed where it went and realized it was the bludger that Fred had just hit. Looking back to your boyfriend in shock, Fred never missed.

Deciding to act now and ask questions later, you continued your chase of the snitch.

It didn't take long for you to feel the object on your fingertips. Jolting your broom and body forward even more than before, you now had the golden snitch in your grasp.

"They did it! Gryffindor is defeated after (Y/N) (L/N) caught the snitch," Lee Jordan commented as Madam Hooch blew the whistle, effectively ending the match and announcing your house the victors.

You looked to the snitch in hand, then back up as cheers from your house and boos from the opposing range out across the pitch. You saw the Gryffindor team leave and dismount their brooms in defeat, all but your red-headed boyfriend.

Hoovering in the air for a bit, processing everything that just happened, you came to one conclusion. You had unwanted help catching the snitch and winning the match.

Your team had a quick celebration on the pitch. You all set your brooms down where you were, and they all ran to you. Your house's victory chant was all that you could hear as they lifted you in the air for a few moments. You laughed, but all you could think about was how you didn't truly earn that win, and there was only one person to blame.

You scan the pitch looking for the red-head in question, and it doesn't take you long to find him, for he was a tree among bushes. You saw him being scolded by their captain Oliver Wood. Surely, Wood had seen Fred's missed shot just before you caught the snitch; at least you weren't the only one.

Your teammates placed you back on your feet, and they all grabbed their brooms from the ground as your captain announced a celebratory party in your house's common room after dinner.

Your cheerful teammates only took moments to leave the pitch, with a few of them patting your back in gratitude and proudness. On the other hand, you stayed back, insuring you would have the entire pitch to scold your idiot of a boyfriend.

"Are you coming (L/N)?" Your captain questioned, placing a celebratory hand on your shoulder like many others.

"Uh," You hesitated, glancing over to your team, who were now passing Fred on their way to the changing rooms.

"Yeah, I'll meet you all in the changing rooms. I want to bask a bit longer at the moment," You conned, looking from the snitch in your hand to the now-empty stands.

"I understand, you did well today. We'll be taking home the quidditch cup in no time," Your captain said with a smile and one final path to your shoulder.

As your captain passed Fred, they patted him on the shoulder as well and said something along the lines of 'good game' before retreating into your house's changing room.

You rolled your eyes at the statement knowing Fred didn't play to his full potential. You once again looked to your hand, seeing the golden snitch you now felt you didn't deserve. Clutching the small golden object, you then looked up, seeing that Fred was already halfway to you, his long legs definitely helping in the matter.

Once to you, there was a silence, an uncomfortable one no less, for obvious reasons. Fred feared speaking first, and you feared hurting his handsome face considering you were debating on punching. Instead, you went for a calmer approach, at least as calm as you could be right now.

"Are you going to tell me what the fuck that was?" You interrogated softly, only adding emphasis to the swear that left your mouth.

"What do you mean?" He tried to ask in mock oblivion. However, he knew that you knew that he knew what he did.

"You know exactly what I mean," You said, glaring. "You had a clear shot and missed, you never miss."

"It wasn't clear enough; I guess I can miss sometimes. Besides, I could've hit Harry." Fred tried to reason, but you knew that wasn't true. Fred had time to think of this excuse, and yes, Harry was close, but not close enough for the bludger to hit him instead of you.

"Bullshit."

"Look, I was only trying to help," Fred said, realizing his plan to deny didn't work. He honestly wasn't surprised either, you were smart, but he thought it was worth a shot.

"I didn't ask for your help."

"I know but-," Fred began reaching out his arm to you, wanting to calm you down with his touch. Something that would surely happen if you gave him the chance.

"But nothing," You interrupted, shoving his approaching arm away from your own. "Next time you want to help, don't," You finished taking the snitch from your hand and thrusting it into your boyfriend's chest.

Fred grabbed hold of the golden snitch and your hand before you could release it. At his gesture, you looked him in the eyes, and you could see the pain within them. He hated seeing you upset, even more so, you being upset with him.

You gazed too long in his eyes; you began to feel yourself losing strength to be angry with him, but you persevered. Snatching your hand away from his but leaving the golden snitch.

"Congratulations on your win," You mumbled to the distraught red-head, picking up your long-forgotten broom, leaving the pitch and Fred to his thoughts.

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Fred stayed there for a while, not wanting to face anyone from his house, more specifically, his team. While everyone wasn't aware of his hesitation on the field like you, Wood, or even George, it still hurt to let his team down. Fred thought it was worth it, he thought he was making you happy, but in reality, he had let you down as well.

And down, you felt. As your entire house celebrated the win of today and a higher chance of winning the quidditch cup, you sat sulking in the corner. The butterbeer that was given to you when you first entered the common room, only having a few sips taken from it. In contrast, others were on their second or even third glass of the night.

The room was loud with cheers, chants, and conversations. It was much too loud for you to think, something you needed to do desperately right now.

You hedged your bets on the Astronomy Tower, being quiet and private enough to be alone and ponder, so you left your common room.

The tower was typically off-limits during times that didn't involve a lesson with Professor Sinistra, so you had high hopes you would be alone. Unfortunately, you realized that wasn't the case once you reach the said tower. Inside stood a tall red-headed Weasley, your tall red-headed Weasley. You let out a quiet sigh before joining him on the railing he decided to trust his body weight with, leaning on it.

Fred noticed you the moment you stepped onto the tower. He didn't have to see you to know it was you. It wasn't often that people came up here alone. Usually, it was couples trying to sneak away to make out or have private time, you and Fred included. So, to know only one set of footsteps pattered the floor, he was almost positive it was you. Fred's guess was proven once you stood next to him, not enough to touch you but enough to feel your presence.

You both stayed silent, looking across the night sky. It was still cloudy out, so not much could be seen, but the moon could not be ignored for it was big and bright.

Enough time passed that it gave you the time you needed to think and consult your inner thoughts. You realized you understood where Fred was coming from, but that didn't mean what he did was right.

Fred had known this. Once he realized the impact his decision had on you, his team, and his house, he knew he was wrong, and he needed to make it right. Your boyfriend had been practicing his apology for some time now.

See, Fred had time to think from his time at the pitch and the astronomy tower. He even skipped dinner, something you had noticed as you picked at your own plate, not taking any more than three bites.

Unlike Fred, who was left to his own devices, you were sucked into your house's celebrations. This being the first time you were left alone to your thoughts.

"Are you ever going to speak to me again?" Fred questioned, not taking his gaze away from the beautiful night sky.

"I'm still debating," You responded with a hint of humor in your voice, a good sign in Fred's opinion.

"Funny," Fred replied with a short chuckle. Fred turned to you, taking your hands from the rail and to his own.

"I am sorry, truly. If I would've known me helping you," Fred paused to correct himself. "Or what I thought was helping you would lead to so many issues I would've never done it."

"I know. While I will always appreciate your help, sometimes it's not necessary, Freddy. I just want you to understand that I can handle things on my own," You explained. "Besides, I've kicked your ass in quidditch without your assistance plenty of times," You added, chuckling.

"What's your definition of 'plenty of times' ?" Fred questioned, placing his forehead against yours, smiling none the less.

Fred's smile being contagious brought a smile to your face as well, and you responded, "Well, there was that time when I made you hit yourself with your own bat, and then again the next year, oh, and let's not forget this summer at The Burrow when you..."

Fred cut you off, "Alright, alright, you've made your point love."

He brought you in more, tugging at your arms until there was little space between you two. Bringing his face closer, Fred placed a kiss to your lips, nothing you weren't used to, but it felt especially nice after the misunderstanding you two just recovered from.

After a few seconds, you both part.

"Just know that if you ever pull something like that again, I'll beat you with a bludger myself, Freddy, " You jokingly threatened, pointing a jokingly stern finger at your boyfriend.

"I will keep that in mind," Fred laughed, slowly moving your finger from his face and back to his hand. He went for your lips again, pecking them softly.

"Good, "You said, interrupting the short kiss. Fred rolled his eyes as you kissed him again, deepening it slightly.

The exchange of kisses and loving glances continued on for a short while. However, it didn't last for your empty stomach decided to make itself known with a growl.

"Are you hungry?" Fred wondered.

"Starving."

"Lucky for you, I've made friends with a few house-elves. I'm sure they'll be willing to give us some leftovers from dinner or even cook us something."

"Lucky for me," You said, smiling. You brought Fred in for one final kiss before dragging him from the Astronomy Tower and down to the kitchens for some much-needed food.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this imagine as much as I enjoyed writing it. Fred is one my favorite characters from Harry Potter and I love reading about him so I decided to have a go at writing about him as well. Who’s your favorite Harry Potter character? Anyway please let me know what you guys think!

Lots of Love <3

[secretweasley]

i’ll be 45 years old reading and writing fanfic.

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not alone (full of love) (f.w.)

💌: the weasleys’ has always welcomed you in their family. now, they’re welcoming your father together, too. 📝word count: 938 words / fred weasley x reader / 🌸 wholesome fluff / very much inspired by this reblog by @lilypad-55449​​ ✨ 💬: part of the dandelion!au/ff that i wrote but can be read as a stand-alone thing! (also good god this was... a long long time coming for this but i managed to brush it up to post! so sorry for the long wait!)

since that day fred visited your father in your home, he’s been talking non-stop about it. almost gushing over how great that dinner (and brownies) was. it was as if fred created a badge and slapped it on his forehead, wearing it wherever he went. he was that proud of it. 

so much that he had proposed the idea for you to bring him to the burrow.

if fred’s being completely honest, he didn’t know how your father managed to do it. to lose the love of their life and to continue living on to be happy, to take care of another through it all; to raise them up to be a good person and have a heart of gold? fred didn’t think it was possible. yet your father proved every one of those to be wrong when he’s in love with you. 

you, who made the world feel like a better place. not just a ray of light but the whole sun itself. radiating with warmth and spreading kindness the best way you could. it was only fair that your father received that same amount of love if not more. it’s the least (he thinks) he can offer considering he’s been nothing but loving and welcoming towards him since you introduced him to your father as your boyfriend.

it was like a movie coming to reality, sucking your father in for the whole experience he wasn’t prepared for. after finding his rooting to the ground from apparating, he tries to take in the humble abode of the weasleys’.

to say he was flustered would be an understatement. fumbling over his feet, bumping into things, trying to comprehend the amount of people under the same roof as him. he first meets arthur who shakes his hand, pulling him into a hug almost immediately. followed by molly who stands by the door to greet him.

they usher all of you in and the night starts for you... but more for your father as you watch him light up at the company he’s surrounded with. from receiving hugs from everyone to being seated by the dinner table; getting to answer all of arthur’s curiosities of being a muggle and in return understanding more of the wizarding world, it made your heart full.

fred watches as you watch your father receive the love he deserves. since the passing of your mother, you hadn’t seem him quite like this. to be as radiant as he once was; to reflect the love he’s been given. fred has to hold back from tearing up when he swears he sees the tears welling up in your eyes the second molly slides over a neatly wrapped package in front of him after dinner is digested.

all eyes are on your father as he raises both brows, looking to molly for the answer.

“go on,” molly points with her eyes, “open it! made it myself. i’ll have you know, no magic involved.”

your father turns to you with his mouth agape, “lion?”

you nod excitedly, clamping down onto fred’s hand in your grip, ushering him silently.

he looks down to the package, seeing his name written in cursive on top. he unties the ribbon and strings holding the wrapper together, slowly revealing a gorgeous maroon shade jumper with your father’s initial sewn in the middle. the look on your father’s face is indescribable as everyone holds in their breath.

there’s a small pout on his face as he pulls out the jumper, holding it up to witness it in its’ glory. when he lowers it back down to the table, you watch as your father lovingly brushes his fingertips over each stitch with warmth. you knew how emotional it would make him; your mother shared the same sentiment of hand-making things and anything hand-made would make your father bawl his eyes out.

not now, though.

the few stray of tears that manage to slip past gets everyone sucking in their breath as your father laughs it off. you offer your hand to your father, giving him a tight squeeze when he meets your teary eyes with his. it’s a silent moment; a blissful and beautiful one that reminds everyone the importance of family. almost immediately after, your father rushes to put it on and soon laughter erupts as the bright and cheerful chatter ensues.

through your father’s eyes, this... this was beyond the abilities of magic. this was simply the connection of humans and he was eternally grateful knowing you had the comfort from another family while you were away from home. one home to another, the restless nights of him wondering if you were doing okay suddenly made sense seeing how you interact with your friends, then to fred who hasn’t left your side since–in present and in the past–smiling at you like you were the world and it reminds him of himself; because he knew he used to smile at your mother the same way.

through fred’s eyes, this was the magic right here. you and your father, intertwined with his family. when you turn to look at him and offer him a small smile, he swears he sees himself in your eyes, in your future, much like the view he imagines his future to look like. then he looks over your shoulder and sees how happy your father is to be in the company of many who welcomes him and shares this connection of warmth with him. it makes him feel at ease, his heart blooming a field of dandelions but really, all he ever needs is one.

and it’s right here with him.

[marvelettesassemble]

Choices (Fred x F Reader)

Summary: You arrived with Charlie at the battle of Hogwarts just to witness Fred being crushed by the wall. You helped him while Charlie is searching for your sister Nymphodora Tonks, just to tell you that she didn’t make it. So it was your choice: staying in Britain and helping raise your sisters kid or going back to Romania to follow your dream.

Warnings: Battle of Hogwarts, death (but Fred lives)

Word Count: ~ 4.100

A/N: This was supposed to be something completly different, but I kind of like the ending. And somehow this is the first time that I’m anxious to post something since I started writing again. So I hope you enjoy!

It had taken a while for you to arrive at Hogwarts. You had to take a detour, but you had finally managed it. You were travelling with Charlie Weasley – a friend you had made at the Dragon reservoir in Romania. When you got the message that the battle was starting NOW and your sister would participate you quickly walked to Charlie. You had talked about it before, but you hadn’t realized that you would have to leave so soon.

„Charlie, is that your family?“ you asked when you saw three people who had the same hair colour as him.

„Yeah, the twins and Percy,“ he said with relieve in his voice and started to make his way over.

You followed him and before you could reach them a curse hit the wall behind them. Charlie and you sent both a stupor in the direction of the attacker.

„Fred,“ you heard the brother with glasses scream. He was busy shoving the brick pieces away.

„Can you do something?“ Charlie asked you when you arrived and you kneeled next to the person on the floor, who seemed to be Fred. The pulse was there – barely, but it was there.

„I can’t promise anything. He’s no dragon. And I need to do it now, we can’t move him. I need protection,“ you said.

„Please try,“ another voice said and belonged to someone who looked exactly like the person in front of you.

„Okay, I put both of our lives into your hands.“

„Do you know where Mum and Dad are? Ginny? Ron? Bill?“ Charlie asked, but didn’t get the answer he hoped for. „I’ll search for them. I’ll look out for Tonks too,“ he squeezed your shoulders saying his thanks and telling you silently he’d look out for your sister just like you did for his brother.

„Can you help me to remove the last stones?“ you asked and Percy helped you while George stood guard and then you zooned out. You had managed to come up with a new technique for dragons who had problems with breathing when they came into the world. In the reservoir you tried to protect the species who were a dying breed. So you tried to do everything that there would be more of them and you had to get creative.

You had managed to get into the system of the dragons, feeling for the organs and trying to form them to make living for the dragons easier. So it was no lie when you told Charlie that were worried because his brother was no dragon. His body was different, but you hoped it wouldn’t matter. You sat down next to Fred, put your hands on his chest and let your mind wander.

You started with his lungs, which were the first target as the bricks had fallen down his torso. When you managed to form them again you moved to the airways. It was difficult and strength-draining. You couldn’t rush in fear that his body wouldn’t mend or wouldn’t accept the sudden change.  

„We can move him now, but I’m not done. I’d rather one of you would levitate him and I’d do the protecting, my stunning spells are rather powerful.“ They agreed and told you that you’d move to the great hall. It has been some time since you’ve been in Hogwarts so George led the way.

It did take a while for you to arrive but you figured it would still be better healing one twin there than in an open hallway where you were an easy target.

„Have you seen my sister? Tonks?“ You asked when you arrived at the Great Hall.

„Haven’t seen her or Remus for awhile,“ George said. You nodded and looked to the right, where a young boy was laying motionless on the floor. He was really young and your stomach turned. You quickly looked away, you needed to focus on Fred. When Percy laid him down on the floor as you asked him to, you took your seat next to him again and turned everything else out.

It took long. Charlie was a really good friend of you. You met in Hogwarts and when you heard how much he loved it in Romania you decided you wanted to go there too. And so you started a friendship there and you didn’t want to tell him, that you tried but failed to heal his brother or that he’d suffer because you hadn’t given it all.

Suddenly you felt something flicker under your hands. Surprised you took your hands back afraid you’d done some damage. But then you realised that Fred had opened his eyes.

„How are you feeling?“ someone asked him. You quickly looked around you and noticed a lot of red heads around you.

„Like I’ve been hit by a wall,“ a dry voice replied and after a second in silence the first one began to chuckle.

„Do you have trouble breathing?“ you asked and felt relieve when he said he didn’t. You quickly learned that the battle was already over and that you’ve won.

„Where is Tonks?“ you asked and stood up, but the healing took a lot of your strength and your legs were stiff from sitting so long. Strong arms steadied you, arms which bore a lot of scars and burns just like yours. „Charlie, where is my sister?“ you asked again.

„I’m so sorry,“ he said. When you had thought about the battle you hadn’t thought one second that your sister wouldn’t make it. Not once! Because your sister was a fighter and a damn good auror.

„Her husband?“ you asked and he shook his head.

„Your family?“ was your next question.

„They’re all okay. Harry and Hermione also,“ his familiar voice answered.

„Okay, that’s great,“ you said with a monotonous voice. You were really glad but you felt kind of numb, because all you could think about was that your nephew didn’t have his parents anymore. How could you tell your parents, that your sister wasn’t there anymore? You asked if you could see them and Charlie pointed to the place where two people lay holding hands.

You didn’t recognise your sister immediately. When you thought about her there was always a great energy surrounding her, her hair a bubbly colour and a smile on her face. The person in front of you didn’t look like that at all. And so it took a while before you broke down and took her hand into yours.

„You were her sister, right?“ someone asked behind you. You nodded.

„You’re Harry,“ you said when you looked at him. „You’re the godfather of Teddy.“ It was his turn to nod. He sat down next to you without saying anything. You suddenly felt the need to hug him. When you told him that you wanted to, he let you and put his hands behind your back.

And suddenly you felt so tired you couldn’t even form a word. Exhaustion took over your body and you didn’t notice the panic you caused Harry when you fell limp in your arm.

You woke up when you felt someone poking your side. You slowly opened your eyes. „Charlie?“ you asked when you just saw some red hair.

„No, its George.“ You opened and closed your eyes until everything focused. „I’m really sorry, but Fred has trouble with breathing. Can you take a look at him?“

You nodded, feeling a headache and your eyes felt swollen. „Where am I?“ you asked when you took in your surroundings.

„You’re at the burrow, our home. You passed out, so we took you home with us. Most of us camped in the living room, but we gave you Charlie and Bills old room. Can you come downstairs with me, please?"

"Sure, I’m sorry. I’m not a morning person, I need my time after waking up.“

„Technically its still night,“ he said sheepishly.

„Lead the way,“ you said when you finally stood in the room. You followed George steps after steps until you reached a room crowded with people. Mattresses were all over the floor and people were sitting by each other.  

They made room for you so you could sit down next to Fred. „Charlie, can you get me some water?“ you asked when you noticed him near you. You introduced yourself to Fred and asked him where it hurt.

„It’s not really hurting it’s just difficult to breathe. I would have let you sleep, but the all keep fussing around me.“ He admitted.

„Okay, I’m going to put my hands on your chest and then I want you to breath slowly in and out, so I can take a look what’s wrong. If there is something wrong or when you feel pain I need you to grab my hand or arm, I won’t hear anything, okay?“

„If this was just an excuse to touch me..“, he started and you chuckled. You thanked Charlie for the water when he handed you a glass and get back to work.

You closed your eyes and concentrated on the body in front of you. You quickly found what caused the trouble. A dent in the air way made it difficult for him and you formed it back the way it used to be.

„Is everything okay so far?“ you asked when you didn’t notice anything else.

„Yes, thank you,“ Fred smiled at you.

„I need to go to Mum and Dad,“ you said then, but Charlies hand stopped you.

„You need to eat something first, you’re exhausted. You won’t make it. We already messaged your parents. Come eat something and I’ll bring you there.“

And so it came that you sat in the Weasley kitchen with Harry next to you, Ginny on his other side and Charlie next to you with Mrs. Weasley in front of you. You supposed the food was good, but you didn’t really taste anything. You were anxious to get home to your parents and Teddy. So you left pretty quickly and you promised to see Harry the next day with Teddy.

You had decided to stay in Britain and to give up your job in Romania. It broke your heart a bit to leave that behind, but it would have broken your heart more when you would have left your family and Teddy.

Your Mum wasn’t the youngest anymore, more a grandma than a mother and you weren’t ready to take care of a baby on your own. This wasn’t what you had imagined your life. And Harry needed to get his life together first and start to think about what he’d want.

Currently Teddy stayed with you in your apartment and you were at a loss. When Tonks had written to you that she was expecting, you thought it was kind of funny to send a little plush wolf. What you didn’t expect was that Teddy would become obsessed with it. And now you had lost it and the baby wouldn’t stop crying. You rocked him in your arm while searching for the plushie.

A loud noise was heard behind you and you turned around to see Fred in your apartment. The baby in your arms was still crying and you must have looked helpless as Fred walked directly towards you and took the baby out of your arms. Immediately the crying stopped.  

“How did you do that?” you asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s the habit.” he shrugged.

“Do you have kids?”

He laughed. “No, but many siblings.” He cooed at the baby and when you looked past him you saw the wolf right before your couch. You quickly grabbed it and pushed it into Teddys hands who giggled happily. “You missed our meeting, so I wanted to check on you.”

“I’m sorry. We fell asleep and then he was crying and crying and he threw up and I’m still full of vomit I realise now.” You picked at your shirt. “Could you maybe watch him for me? I’ll be quick with a shower?”

He laughed and told you that it would be fine and you could take your time. You really enjoyed your shower, but you went still quickly to your room to change. You walked back to the living room and smiled when you saw Fred who was playing with Teddy. You grabbed the bag you had already packed.

“Okay, we can go, but I’m afraid we have to use the floo powder. I learned the hard way that Teddy doesn’t like to apparate.”

When you arrived at the burrow Mrs. Weasley welcomed you. “We were afraid something had happened, dear,” she said.

“I’m sorry, but Teddy was fussing and throwing up.” She patted your arm in understanding.

“We still have some time before we’ll eat. You want to check up on Fred first?” she offered. She took Teddy in her arms and you walked with Fred to his old room.

“So, any complains?” you asked and went to work. You didn’t really need to blend everything out it was just formal for you to check him over.

“Just one,” he admitted. “With my heart.”

“What?” you asked shocked and moved your hands towards the place where his heart laid.

“Yeah, it’s beating awfully fast whenever you’re near me,” he smirked at you.

“Fred Weasley, I can’t believe you. I was really worried I messed something up.” You crossed your arms and left the room.

“Everything okay?” George asked when he saw you storming into the kitchen.

“Your brother is an insufferable flirt who doesn’t seem to understand when he needs to be serious.”

“That means at least he’s himself,” George smiled at you. You walked over to Harry who had Teddy in his arms.

“I have to show you something,” you smiled at the younger boy who you’d spend much time with as he wanted to see Teddy often. You grabbed the little picture book out of your bag. “Hey Teddy, you see the elephant?” You asked and pointed at the picture of the grey animal. “He has a cute little trunk, hasn’t he?” His little hands grabbed at the book and when his finger touched the picture and followed the outline of the trunk his nose started to form and he soon had a little trunk himself.

Harry and George laughed and Teddy was glad someone was laughing and let out little hooting noises which made the other ones laugh louder. Although this wasn’t what you had wanted in life you weren’t sad. Although you couldn’t take care of the dragons anymore you were taking care of another human being and you had help from a lot of wonderful people.

Charlie sends you letters with pictures of the dragons, telling you how they were doing and in return  you sent him pictures of Teddy. And Charlie was surprised that in almost every photo was a Weasley or Harry.

You were invited to the reopening of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes and your mum insisted that Teddy stayed with her and you made yourself a nice day. While others couldn’t wait for the shop to open up again you were curious what it looked like as you’ve never visited it.

You had to admit that you were surprised how many people were in front and obvious in the shop. So you decided you’d wait a little bit before you’d visit the twins. After eating ice cream you finally entered the shop and lost your voice for a moment. There was so much going on that you couldn’t decided where to look first.

“Hey do you know how much the Puking Pastilles are?” A young guy asked you and hold up one in his hands. Just behind him there was the price written so you answered him and he walked happily away.

“Already helping, love?” a voice you had heard quiet often asked. “Come, I want to show you something.” He grabbed your arm before you could do anything against it. “They are brand new, I hope you like them.”

He stopped in front of a cage and you had to look twice to make sure your eye wasn’t playing tricks on you. “Are these dragons?” Your voice was getting higher near the end of the sentence.

“Yes, it took a while. Here, hold one,” he opened the cage and quickly grabbed one of the three little dragons and placed it into your hand.

“Is this an Antipodean Opaleye?” you starred fascinated at the miniature dragon in your hand.

“They are your favourite, right?” Fred asked.

“Yeah,” you breathed. And then you realized that you had a dragon in your hand. “Why am I holding a dragon, Fred? They need special care,” you wanted to say more, but he interrupted you.

“Calm down, these aren’t real dragons. They just look like them. Imagine them as puppets who move around. They don’t need food or anything. We invented them and I promise you there were no dragons harmed.”

You calmed down a bit and watched as the dragon started to walk on your arm. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s yours.”

You wanted to protest, but then George appeared at your side. “Just take it, we want you to have it. You don’t want to waste Fred’s work, right? He lost a few nights sleep over this.”

“At least let me pay for it,” you said and took the dragon in your hand again.

“No way, see it as some payback for giving me back my brother. I couldn’t even imagine how I should have done all the work without him.” George said and gave you a half hug before he disappeared to help some customers.

“You’re already doing so much. All the meals at the burrow and the meals Molly gives me for home, you looking after Teddy.”

“We want to, just accept it,” Fred hugged you shortly.

“I’m going to take a look around. But I’m going to pay for whatever I want to take with me.” you smiled at him.

“Call if you need help,” Fred winked and disappeared also.

-x-

Teddys first words were spoken on his first birthday. You were celebrating with your parents and the Weasleys at the burrow as it provided the most space. He was currently in Harrys lap who told you all about his training as an auror. You almost felt like old times when your sister told you she started her training.

Teddy wanted attention, but Harry didn’t notice it at first. “Mum!” Silence filled the room. And then Teddy began to cry. “Mum,” he cried again. You were shocked and not quite sure, if he meant you or your mother Andromeda. When Teddy cried harder and put his hands toward you and you still didn’t move – because you were not his mother, his mother was your sister, who was dead and how were you supposed to tell this little kid this? – Fred put his hand on your shoulder.

“He wants you, love,” his suddenly soft voice was in your ear.

“I’m not his mother,” you said slowly and quietly.

“How is he supposed to know that? You’re by his side almost all the time,” you mum said. And Harry was standing in front of you holding the crying baby so you could take him if you’d reach out.

When you finally did and Teddy was secured in your arms, he slowly stopped crying. He put his hands up to your face and pulled at your lip while he giggled and the word ‘Mum’ left his mouth multiple times. Tears gathered in your eyes but you refused to let them fall. Freds hand was still on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing circles onto your skin. Harry was looking at you, as were the rest.

“We’ll explain that he has two mothers in time.” Your mom offered and then you started crying. You pressed the little body into you and started crying. Teddy started crying again and your mother took him from you.

“I’m so mad at Tonks. Why did she walk into the battle and left us with this mess. How are we supposed to tell this little innocent human that his mother isn’t with us anymore? How are we going to explain this mess? That he thinks his aunt is his mother? That his godfather is barely legal himself? That I’m a horrible person because I’m mad at my dead sister because I had to leave my dream behind? I don’t know what to do with myself. I never wanted this, but I wouldn’t treat him for the world. He’s everything to me and I’d protect him always.”

“Don’t you think Tonks and Lupin would be glad that you’re taking such good care of him that he thinks of you as his mother? We’ll figure something out. Maybe you can help out in the shop for a few hours if that’s what you want,” Fred offered.

“No one is angry at you. We’re all adapting and it’s obvious that Teddy needs you. I think you need him too,” Harry offered you his arms.

“What are you doing Friday night?” Fred asked on one of his many visits.

“The usual?” you said while you put away the dishes from dinner while Fred wiped the table clean.

“Lets go out. I know for a fact that you used to visit the pub in Romania frequently,” he said. “We can ask the others or it could be just the two of us, whatever you prefer,” he said almost sheepishly.

“Thats because there was nothing to do there BUT to go to the pub. We were in the middle of nowhere. And if I didn’t know you better, I would say you were too afraid to ask me out on a date,” you laughed not really thinking what you had said out loud.

“What if I was?” he asked and stopped with the cloth in his hand.

“Yeah, right,” you were still smiling until you turned around and looked at his face and were surprised to see that he wasn’t joking. “Are you serious? Fred, I know you did all the things because I kind of saved your life, but I want you to know that you owe me nothing. I’m glad and I appreciate everything you and your family have done for me, but you don’t need to.”

You already felt like a burden.

“We do this because we want to. I’m here all the time because I like to spend time with you. I want to take you out on a date. I guess you kind of touched my heart in more than one way when you put me back together,” he said and looked you in the eyes.  

“I’m older than you,” you said.

“So?” he asked.

“I don’t come alone, I kind of have a kid,” you went on.

“Does it seem like this bothers me? I like him and he likes me, I come from a big family.”

“I don’t want more kids.”

“Don’t you think I know that? Would you just go on a date with me? We don’t have to plan a future now. Just go on a date with me. Maybe it’ll be great and if not we can go back to just how it has been. We’ve got nothing to lose,” he said and grabbed your hand.

“Okay, but I have to find someone who will look after Teddy,” you said.

“Oh don’t worry. George already said he’d take him,” Fred smiled brightly at you.  

“Got it all planned, huh?” you asked.

“Sure, I have for a while now, love,” he smiled brightly at you.

The date went well, and after that first one there came a second and a third. It wasn’t easy with a little kid around, but Fred made it easier and of course the rest of the family. It wasn’t always fancy what you did, most of the time you fell asleep on the couch because you were exhausted. Fred was around so often, that most of his clothes were at your place than at his own flat. So, George asked him one day why he didn’t pack all of his stuff so he could use the extra room.

Teddy grew up with so much love. You’d tell him stories about you and your sister growing up, Harry would tell stories about his dad and you made sure that he knew where he came from.

It took a while for you to find something else you wanted to do besides dragons. And your heart grew heavy when you looked over at the little dragon Fred had gifted you, who was sitting on your night table. George had confided in you, that Fred had just come with the idea of it to impress you. When your eyes shifted, they found a picture of Teddy in a dragon costume, which Charlie had gifted him, and you knew that you had made the right decision when you turned around and cuddled more with Fred.

[chamberofwords]

preview of my upcoming fic - 'yellow'

this was 0.9k words btw. obviously, this was not proofread yet!!

Periwinkle was the colour of the twin’s swaddling blanket when Molly and Arthur Weasley brought their newborn twins home from the hospital. The bright blue contrasted against the dull maroon of their beaming parents’ outfits. The shade also served as a clear indication of their twins’ gender. The same blue followed them as party decorations that adorned across their warm living room when Molly and Arthur held a sip & see party for their friends and relatives to celebrate their childs’ arrival together. It seemed that the guests had the same idea of wrapping their push presents with the colour blue – because at the end of the day, their dining table were drowned by the various hues of blue thanks to the stacks of presents they received. Unwittingly, the day Fred was born was also the first day that the colour blue was introduced into his life.

Ever since then, Fred had always showed a preference for the colour blue. It was the first colour that Fred has associated himself with, mainly because he was taught to just accept it as a colour that represented him. Molly had decided that the eldest twin would be colour-coded blue while the youngest would be green – just so that the rest won’t have a hard time to differentiate the twins together. That would mean that while Fred’s jumper comes in lapis blue, George’s was basil green. When Fred’s bedsheet was dyed in oxford blue, George’s was in emerald green. Heck, even their undergarments were colour-coded; Fred’s was tinged in a shade of teal while George’s was in forest green.

Even at a young age, Fred has always been known as someone who preferred to live life easily. He was a child who just accepted facts without knowing its rationales, so he could easily say that blue was his favourite colour without questioning himself why. However, as the years passed by and Fred starts to grow a little taller and older, he decided that it was time that he paid more attention to what he likes and dislikes.

Just during the period when Fred was about to start his first year in Hogwarts, Fred silently declared to himself that from then onwards, his favourite colour would be orange. After all, it was the colour of the hair that runs in the entire family, and dare he say, the entirety of his house (Molly would probably deny this if he confronted). Fred doesn’t tell anyone, but he’s convinced that the colour of his blood and the rest of his family members is orange and not red like what his anatomy books had told him.

To further commit to his stance, he made sure that the clothes he bought for the upcoming school year were mostly orange. It can’t be helped that his wardrobe still contained traces of blue, since it was the colour that he grew up with. Furthermore, it’s too wasteful to throw it all away. Also, he’s sure that his mother would nag his ear off if she were to ever find his old clothes lying in the trashcan.

Fred also secretly bought a pot of orange ink to use for school without his parent’s knowledge. He decided to use the money he got from Aunt Muriel who had gifted the cash to him as an early birthday gift. Though honestly, he was unsure if he would ever get a chance to use the bright orange ink in school. Mostly because students are only allowed to use black ink for writing. But hey, Fred made a commitment - and he was going to stick to it.

Unfortunately, Molly found the jar on the day before Fred was supposed to get onto the Hogwarts Express for the first time. Fred was never a neat person. So when Molly came into the twin’s room to help them pack properly for school, she had accidentally kicked something hard under the pile of Fred’s clothing that he had set aside near his trunk. Thinking nothing of it, Molly only wanted to pick up the item that she had accidentally kicked and put it back into place out of respect. Consequently, that led to Molly picking up the jar, and realizing instantly that no one in the family had orange ink in their possessions. Only until when Molly turned the glass over to read the tag under, she yelled out the older twin’s name out of anger and pure shock. At that moment, she simply could not believe that her son Fred Weasley had spent a large amount of money on a small jar of coloured ink under her damn nose. In the end, Molly Weasley did nagged his poor ear off. Literally.

Clearly, Fred Weasley was truly committed to the colour orange.

It became a huge part of his daily life now – the jumper under his robe, his quills that he use for school (somehow, he managed to dye it even), the orange candies that were scattered on his desks, his everything. Yet somehow, there was a tiny part of him that was still unsure if he loves the colour orange. Maybe, if he was feeling bored, he would go with the colour red just to mix it up a bit. The reasons were simple; it was the colours of his house. His tie, his robes, his dorm – red was a colour that was impossible for him to avoid.

Still, Fred wasn’t exactly sick of the colour orange. The word ‘sick’ is too strong of a word to describe such a feeling. He would just say that he was so used to see the colour orange that he got numb to it. He wouldn’t mind living in a world of orange. He was just comfortable, yet never satisfied.

This phase lasted until his fourth year, just when his fifteenth birthday was round the corner.

[dracowars]

Hi! Since requests are open can you so this? (Reader has a laid back persona)

Headcannons or one shot fred wealsey x muggleborn slytherin reader that smokes? YOU DON'T HAVE TO WRITE THAT PART IF UR UNCOMFTARBLE THO,,, she visits the burrow for like the 1274939th time cause they all love her‼️‼️

The scenery at the burrow is up to you but I just wanna add this little thing- she and Arthur get along well since she's a muggle. Atleast for an hour each time she's there she introduces Arthur to her mini muggle toys (lego, race car kit, UNO) and they play til she has to go home

Hope this isn't too complicated;; take your time if you decide to write this!

visiting the burrow as fred's girlfriend

pairing: fred x muggleborn!slytherin!reader

a/n: arthur weasley has my whole heart <3

warnings: none

universe: harry potter

Coming back to the Burrow - Fred's home - has developed into one of your favorite things to do since the beginning of your relationship

It always feels like coming home, even though it technically isn't your home

The first time, you were extremely stressed out

Fred had to assure you at least a hundred times that his parents and siblings will love you and that you have nothing to worry about

He was correct, however, entering their Gryffindor household as a Slytherin made you freak out

Usually, you are very laid back and there is not a lot that can stress you out, but that day turned you into the complete oppositie of what you thought you were

The more you went there, the more you were integrated into the family

Now, you are seen as an equal member and an integral part to the weasleys

It warms your heart every time when Fred's mother, once again, cooks the most delicious dinner for her big family, always considering your likes and dislikes as well

She even went ahead and bought you your favorite muggle snack

How she knew that? You have no idea

All you know is that it's not only you who loves the snack, but Arthur Weasley does so too

And whenever he gets the chance, he will ask you about everything related to the muggle world

What is a spork? Why do you have signs across the street for cars? Or what even is the real use of a broom?

You heard all of these questions before and you were always more than happy to answer every single one of them

Seeing Arthur being this interested in your world makes you feel kind of proud

And it makes you feel appreciated in some kind of way

In addition, he always seems really happy whenever you can bring some light onto the mysterious things the muggle world produced, thus you gladly tell him everything you know

That one time Fred thought his father was asking you enough questions, but he didn't even listen to him and just kept asking why rubber ducks are such a big deal in the human world

A different time, you even got Arthur a Hot Wheel and he couldn't stop talking about it the whole evening, making every single one of his family members - including you - play with it at least once

He was so fascinated and since you made him happy with it, it made you happy in reverse

You don't know what you did in your previous life to deserve to have these amazing people in your life

But you couldn't be more glad

And you are sure that you will never leave this family

At one point, you are a Weasley

[l-lenny]

Dumb Krum… i love you too!

Part 9

TW: drinking

SERIES MASTERLIST

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In a hurry you arrived at the entrance to the Slytherin dormitories. Opening the passage there waited for you Fred. Looking up at you, as you were practically shining. Your hair looked stunning and the golden pearls were making you more radiant. Your looks were bit different too. He loved the way your lips were almost seducing him. The red suited you better than he would hoped so. Your formal dress hugged you just right and the fur cape were a nice touch to the ensemble. He just looked at you, blushing mess and his troughs were all over the place.

“Oh my Merlin” he said and kissed your hand “pardon my rudeness beautiful lady, but you look like the most radiant and pretty gem in the universe” Blood rushed to your cheeks at his remarks and charms. Still bit like of you wanted those words to be from Viktor but this was also very heart warming.

Arriving hand in hand to hallway where rest of the champions and their chosen were waiting. You looked at Viktor and Hermione. She looked stunning. The periwinkle dress made her features pop. Viktor was staring at his best friend. She looked so different right now. But in a good way. In a way that made is heart swell with emotions. “Ehm now then” said a new voice in corridor, coming to light there stood McGonagal. “You all will be entering the hall in this order firstly will go in the Hogwarts champions then Beubatoux champions and lastly Durmstrang champions. Please note that everyone already entered and you will have the first dance. Please do not embarrass yourself or your house” she said and with a knowing look addressed at Fred she made her way back. As she said you did. Entering the enchanted room where everything was shiny and sparkly you looked straight ahead. Dominant stare as you squeezed Fred’s arm.

“I hope you will have unforgettable time” he said with a smile and bowed before me. “Same goes for you Freddie” I smirked at him as he pulled me to dance. The melody swiftly turned around the Great hall as I became engulfed in the dance. The charming eyes piercing through me. The time was almost stopped. The dance was magnificent and entertaining as slowly everyone began dancing along the champions. Looking into Fred’s eyes he looked deep into yours. You two were moving in a sync and very gracefully. After some time and some photos Fred said: “I will bring you some refreshments” and kissed my hand at last he disappeared in the crowd. I went to greet some of my friends having fun and chatting in the middle of the crowd of their fans. “Artie-“ he spun to my detention and greeted me all cheerful. “Oh! Y/n!” He said and whispered to my ear. “I have sneaked in some of your favourite booze” I punched his shoulder “come let get this party started!” He cheered. “The left bottom of the snow, 12 o’clock” With a heavy sigh I eventually add to the enthusiasm with a smile. “Y/n?” There was Fred with a few drinks. “Freddie~ I have a great idea” I smirked. “Let’s get this party started!” I said as I dragged him to the secret stash. Artie and I have made this system where we would use elements of direction, and colours or things to say where to look. “Make sure none is looking” I said to Fred as he watched me. I came to the last table in white table cloth and went beneath it to find bottle of Tounge tying lemon squash, some fire whiskey and muggle vodka. Piking it up I walked towards my date. “Sooo do you wanna party?” I said as i shook the bottle.

Fred smirked at you and eagerly nodded. “Bloody hell you are amazing!” With this you were the main reason the ball was on fire! Fred and you spiked the punch bowl and let that ball become a party. You enjoyed yourselfs, the booze making your nerves calm and allowing you to be more relaxed and in a party mood. The Wierd Sisters played splendid music and all of you were having great time.

After few dances with Fred you relaxed with him on the side. “Y/nn!” Slurred a voice you instantly recognised. “Vik?” You turned around just to see him smiling at you lovingly. You could tell he was a bit drunk by the way his eyes dropped and the way he dragged out your name. But to you in that moment it was sexy. “Y/nn” he draped his hand over your shoulders. Fred didn’t liked this too and showed him aside. “Look man I believe she is my date” he said. Viktor however didn’t back down. They started to bicker and your drunken mind started to race. Well this will be awesome….

[takumifujiwaraswfe]

I will | Chapter 0 - Prologue |

pairing: Tom Marvolo Riddle x OC

Warning: cursing, english is not my first language.

Spider's tooth... Leeches juice... Leeches. Well that's funny. That's like everyone else. Everyone? Who? You know. I know everything. Everything. Sounds beautiful. Thirty seconds. Done. Like all of them. Well. It'll be like this soon enough.

Dark corridors, clatter of perfectly polished shoes against the stone floors. What are you doing here, Tom? I'm patrolling. Answer ready. Being a prefect is so useful.

Useful useful useful.

Why are you here?

You're not useful. But who? You. And what about her? Who? Haha... Who? ... Tell me!

Who?

Answer me!

You know who. Her.

Her her her her.

You know everything Tom. You know it. You know that I'm only a voice in your head. You talk with yourself.

No.

Fucking shut up!

Click click click.

Her.

She is useful...

And this dull squeaky sound. Listen to it Tom.

And everything went quiet again.

[saaailor]

FRED WEASLEY X OC - LOOKING FOR FEEDBACK/CRITIQUES!!!

Hello there! I’m currently looking for feedback/critiques on a Fred Weasley fic that I’m currently writing- primarily, where I should take it and how it will end. I currently have three ideas for the ending, and I’m wanting to get it kinda set in stone now, so I know what to allude to, ya know? 

If you’re interested in helping me out, feel free to send me a DM or something! I’ll fill you in on all the details there lol. 

Thanks!

[ceruleanrainblues]

Heaven.🙌

MASTERLIST

a/n: here are all of my imagines and headcanons, up to this point. please give it a look through, and if you like it, please follow me!

GEORGE WEASLEY

nightmare {george x reader}

itch {george x reader}

flu {george x reader}

just friends {george x reader}

thief {george weasley oneshot}

squish {platonic! george x reader}

handsome {george x ftm reader}

malkin { george x reader}

wonderland {george x reader}

newlyweds {george x reader}

couch {george x reader}

what he looks for {george hc}

sleep {george x reader, fred}

beach {platnoic! george x nb! reader}

pining {george x reader}

orange bitters {george x reader}

bed {george x reader}

view {george x reader}

fireworks {platonic! fred, george, reader}

period {george hc}

college {george hc}

pranksters {george hc}

statue {george hc}

grey {george x reader}

cold medicine {george, fred}

false {george x reader}

second {george x reader}

textbook {george x reader}

love poems {george x reader}

handsy {george x reader}

MARRY ME {GEORGE X READER}

prologue | pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | epilogue| bonus chapter 1 | bonus chapter 2 | bonus chapter 3 | poem

FOR THE BIRDS {GEORGE X READER}

pt 1 | pt 2 | bonus chapter 1 | bonus chapter 2

FRED WEASLEY

dress {fred x reader}

kiss {fred x reader}

tongue {fred x reader}

insecure {fred x reader}

hit and miss {fred x reader}

trust {fred x reader}

care of magical creatures {fred x reader}

what he looks for {fred hc}

qp {platonic! fred x reader}

tickle {fred x reader}

sleep {fred, george x reader}

spit {fred x reader}

fireworks {platonic! fred, george, reader}

period {fred hc}

college {fred hc}

pranksters {fred hc}

statue {fred hc}

foster parent {fred hc}

durmstrang {fred x reader}

cold medicine {george, fred}

snow day {fred x reader}

truth {fred x hermione}

forbidden forest {fred x hermione}

dare {fred x hermione}

tomorrow {fred x reader}

ferris wheel {fred x reader}

DRACO MALFOY

sick {draco x reader}

easy road {draco x reader}

wise {draco x reader}

arrogant {draco x reader}

piano {draco x reader}

not yet {draco x reader}

teasing {draco x reader}

corrupted {draco x oc}

HARRY POTTER

snapped {harry x reader}

REMUS LUPIN

scared {remus x reader}

hearing aids {remus x reader}

love her {remus x reader}

bambi {marauders drabble}

period {remus hc}

jealous {remus hc}

home visits {remus x oc}

major {remus hc}

JAMES POTTER

period {james hc}

jealous {james hc}

major {james hc}

SIRIUS BLACK

period {sirius hc}

mine {sirius x reader}

jealous {sirius hc}

major {sirius hc}

PETER PETTIGREW

period {peter hc}

jealous {peter hc}

major {peter hc}

REGULUS BLACK

jealous {regulus hc}

major {regulus hc}

HERMIONE GRANGER

truth {hermione x fred}

forbidden forest { hermione x fred}

dare {fred x hermione}

LYCANTHROPY BETA VERSION, ORIGINALS

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3

LYCANTHROPY {REMUS X READER}

pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3

GILDEROY LOCKHART

yule ball {gilderoy x reader}

misc. headcanons {gilderoy hc}

GINNY WEASLEY

new life {ginny x reader}

OTHER

heal

guardian to be

[secretweasley]

mad for her , g.weasley

dont you think you should tell the girl before it’s too late?

warnings : angst , heartbreak

blurb !

“george .. don’t you think you should tell the girl before it’s too late? you don’t want to regret your choices.” molly hovered over her sons body with his twin lovingly, “you’re right.” he spoke in almost a whisper, his face stained with tears while he mourned his bestfriend. “i know i am, now go.” she rubbed the tear off of his cheek softly, the battle had began picking up again and everywhere he turned he was met with a deatheater. “harry! have you seen y/n?” “y/n?” “i’m mad for her; i think it’s about time i tell her , i want to spend the rest of my life with her!” harry looked at him softly with a frown placed upon his face “i have.” “well then , take me to her.” harry stayed silent but motioned for him to follow. they entered the great hall once again passing his family, remus, tonks, lavender. all people george knew and cared for.

his eyes scanned the room and harry paused for a moment, something in the corner of his eye shined blue. his heart began racing as he turned to you, pale on the ground, your eyes shut and your hair laced with blood. he remained frozen for a moment before his mother stood beside him. “oh my godric.” she spoke in a whisper, placing her hand upon her mouth as tears rushed out of her eyes. she loved you like you were her own child , you had been going to the burrow since your first year when the twins were in there second and took a liking to you. she never thought she’d have to see you like this. “what’s the matter?” arthur held molly for a minute before looking down and seeing what all the commotion was about, his chest tightened and he held his wife closer.

“george, i’m so sorry.” harry spoke in almost a whisper, comforting the ginger beside him. no words could help the weasley, he was heartbroken.