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Percy đ€ Carewyn
The summer of 1995 was a very busy time for Carewyn at the Ministry. Normally she wouldâve been glad for the extra case work, as it wouldâve allowed her to help more people, which had always been her dream and goal...but unfortunately, most of this âworkâ as of late had been to assist the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, in crafting some new legislation pointed directly at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Apparently Fudge was so fed up about Dumbledore having so much trouble finding suitable professors for Defense Against the Dark Arts -- in Fudgeâs words, âone of the core subjects for a developing witch or wizardâs educationâ -- that he decided that if Dumbledore couldnât nominate a suitable successor, the Minister (and therefore he) would just have to do it himself. Carewyn truly detested the idea -- but under the circumstances, she knew if she was both going to prevent Fudge from causing too much damage and keep the job she loved so she could continue helping people, then sheâd have to be involved in putting that idea into action. So sheâd accepted the role of legal counsel for Fudge while he developed this plan...even while simultaneously offering covert assistance to Dumbledoreâs organization, the Order of the Phoenix, by leaving enough wiggle room to legally challenge the legislation.Â
One silver lining about having to work with Fudge, though, was that it gave Carewyn the chance to make contact with Percy Weasley, who had been appointed Junior Assistant to the Minister of Magic earlier that summer. Carewyn had to break ties with the Weasley family, including her best friend, Bill, so as to stay at an advantageous position within the Ministry -- an act Carewyn was loathe to put on, given how much she adored all of them like her own family. But not long later, third-eldest son Percy was promoted to the role of Junior Assistant at only 19 years old -- an act Carewyn immediately pinpointed as Fudge trying to keep tabs on the Weasleys, whoâd always been loyal and close friends to Dumbledore -- and right afterward, rumors started flitting around the Ministry that Percy had severed ties with his family, all because they supposedly believed the âBoy Who Liedâsâ rubbish about You-Know-Who returning.Â
Carewynâs heart hurt, just hearing the rumors. She knew Arthur and Molly had to be devastated over Percyâs departure -- Bill and Charlie undoubtedly would be too, once they found out. Bill in particular had always been so protective of all of his siblings: his greatest fear, from the time he was young, was any of his family being hurt. And with Voldemort really having returned, it was truly dangerous for Percy to be shoving his head in the sand at this particular moment.Â
Someoneâs got to look after Percy and make sure heâs okay, Carewyn decided at once. If the Weasleys canât, then I will.
So when Percy stopped by Carewynâs tiny office the following morning to fetch the legislation draft and notes sheâd written for Fudge, Carewyn couldnât help but smile at the sight of him.
âHi, Percy,â she greeted him.Â
Percy was very stiff-shouldered as he gave her a slightly forced smile and nod.Â
âGood morning, Carewyn,â he said, his slightly pompous voice coming out a bit brusquely despite himself. âIâm here for the notes the Minister requested...â
âI figured,â said Carewyn. She took out a file and placed it in front of her on the desk. âItâs all right here -- I enclosed a letter of recommendations at the top, for the Minister to read over -- â
âMuch obliged,â Percy cut her off as he reached out to take the file from her.Â
He seemed oddly evasive. Carewyn could sense he was trying not to look into her eyes too long, but when he did, slips of memory emerged.
â -- swear, it feels like she can look right through you, at times...â
â -- itâs called Legilimency -- â
The first voice in Percyâs mind she didnât recognize, but the second she immediately knew was Billâs. The thought of her best friend made Carewynâs heart hurt.Â
âYou havenât had breakfast, have you?â she said abruptly, as Percy turned to leave. âIâm brewing some coffee.â
She indicated the modified Muggle coffee maker next to her desk.Â
Percyâs eyes flitted over to it. For a split second, Carewyn could see his fatherâs face in Percyâs gaze.Â
âThank you,â the bespectacled young man said uncomfortably, âbut I should really get this back to the Minister -- â
âIâll send it on ahead for you,â said Carewyn crisply.Â
She raised her wand. In an instant, sheâd transfigured the file in Percyâs hand into a Ministry-of-Magic-approved paper airplane, which she then Charmed to soar out of the room, out toward the Ministerâs office. She then indicated the empty chair across the desk from her with a gentler expression.
âYou should eat something,â she murmured.Â
Percy looked up at her, startled. Carewyn could see Molly in his eyes, this time -- Bill too.Â
The third eldest Weasley flushed darkly as he averted his eyes again, his gaze falling over to the coffeemaker and Belgian waffle iron on the side.Â
â...I suppose,â he said stiffly. âBut I canât stay long -- thereâs a great load of work to do...â
Carewyn nodded respectfully as Percy sat down. If there was one thing she and Percy had in common, it was their workaholic tendencies.Â
Once Percy had sat down, Carewyn set about fetching some mugs from inside the cabinet hosting the coffee maker, as well as loading some stored batter into the modified waffle iron so it could cook. She could feel Percyâs eyes on her, but when she looked up, he quickly looked away again.
â -- Muggles use these things to cook different kinds of food! Donât entirely get why they choose to iron it, but Muggles are truly fascinating things, arenât they?â
Carewynâs eyes softened a bit, hearing Arthurâs voice in Percyâs thoughts.
âJacob made these for me,â she attempted conversation.
Percy looked up, startled. â...Oh, ah...your brother?â
Carewyn could hear Charlie in Percyâs thoughts.
â -- kind of a mad genius, really -- â
âHer brother disappeared because of those Vaults, Perce -- Careyâs not going to just give up on them -- â
âYes. Iâd mentioned how irritated I was that the cafeâs lineâs always so long and that I didnât have any electricity so I could plug in my own appliances...so Jacob ended up enchanting these so he could gift them to me for Christmas. He even made a stop at a Muggle shop out in San Francisco to pick me up the waffle iron...âÂ
Carewyn couldnât keep the fond smile off her face.Â
â...Itâs been helpful, in keeping everyone fed,â she said amusedly. âBen especially -- heâs always skipping meals. And Talbott, Tonks and I work such late nights, itâs nice to be able to brew a pick-me-up or two, to get through it all...â
Once the coffee was finished brewing, she poured out two mugs, one for Percy and one for herself.
âWould you like milk?â she asked. âSugar?â
âSugar, please,â said Percy. âTwo lumps will do.â
Once Carewyn had fixed his cup properly, she offered it to Percy, who quietly thanked her as he brought the mug into his hands and took a sip. As he did so, he kept his eyes locked on the coffee as much as he could -- even so, Carewyn could just barely sense the clipped memories in his head: Bill standing over Carewynâs shoulder, Charlie wrapping an arm around Carewyn and calling her his âtwinâ...even the twins laughing.
âSheâs like Mum!â
âOnly cooler!â
Thatâs what it is, then, Carewyn thought. Heâs afraid his familyâs told me about his departure.
Her red lips came together grimly as she looked down at and took a sip from her own cup, contemplating how best to approach the issue. Then, taking a deep breath, she decided to say very softly,
â...I heard about what happened.â
Percy avoided her gaze all the more even after raising his head.Â
â...From Bill, I presume?â he muttered.
The thought of her best friend made Carewyn give the slightest, longing wince.
â...No,â she said softly. âWe...arenât speaking, right now.â
Carewyn felt Percyâs wide eyes on her without looking up. There was a long silence, before Percy finally spoke again.
â...I see.â
His voice was very solemn and yet also oddly soft: almost empathetic.Â
Carewyn swallowed. She could surmise what Percy was probably thinking -- that theyâd had a similar falling out -- and as much as she wanted to correct the record, she knew it would be counterproductive. She knew Percy was in denial about Voldemort being back just as much as Fudge was, and he was just as deathly loyal to the Ministry as the rest of his family was to Voldemort. If she told Percy the truth about her helping the Order or the true reason why she wasnât in contact with Bill or the others, then he would undoubtedly tell Fudge, and everyone else would only be in more danger. And so, reluctantly, she let it lie.Â
When she looked up, Percy was looking her in the face again -- it made it so that his emotions were suddenly much better for her to read, through his eyes.Â
âHeâs using you, Perce, canât you see that?â
â -- wants at Harry -- â
â -- know you donât want to believe it -- none of us do...but You-Know-Who is back, Percy!â
â -- only believes what he wants to see -- â
âAnd what about you? Blindly marching lockstep with Dumbledore, all this time -- even after he let Bill go running off after the Cursed Vaults with Carewyn -- after he left him and Charlie around the likes of Patricia Rakepick -- !â
âDonât you see, youâre nothing but a pawn Fudge is using to -- !â
âNothing?! Nothing?! And what have you done with all your time at the Ministry, Dad?! Besides....besides chasing after airplanes and collecting rubbish Muggles chuck away!?â
âAt least Iâm trying to do something with my life! At least Iâm trying to provide for everyone -- to be someone my family can actually be proud of!â
âAh yes -- proud of. A Ministry brown-noser that bows and scrapes before the likes of weak men like Cornelius Fudge, just to advance himself -- â
âYouâve NEVER understood me! None of you ever have!â
Arthurâs and Percyâs voices yelling at each other was a strange feeling, for Carewyn. Both of them were destructive like out-of-control, reckless flames, and yet it was oddly vulnerable: like a wounded lion lashing out when deeply hurt.
Carewynâs eyes flooded with compassion, feeling Percyâs anger second-hand. Percy seemed to sense how much Carewyn was seeing -- before he looked down at his mug again, Carewyn once again could hear Bill.
â -- itâs called Legilimency -- â
âSuppose you read my mind, just now?â Percy asked with a dark smile.Â
Carewyn shook her head.
âThoughts arenât something that can be read -- theyâre not sentences in a book. I can only sense and feel someoneâs emotions and memories.â
She paused. Then she reached out and took Percyâs hand.Â
â...Percy...Iâm sorry your father said that to you,â she murmured.
However right he was about You-Know-Who...and however much it is true that Fudgeâs promotion of you was more selfishly motivated than you think...youâve always worked so hard, to try to do well at the Ministry. Mr. Weasley mustâve known how much all of this means to you...
Percyâs eyes darkened.Â
âHe thinks Iâm just thinking of myself,â he said lowly. âThat Iâm just running after glory for myself, and nothing else. But...â
His hand started to shake as he clenched his teeth, bowing his head.
â...But...but heâs always been the selfish one!â he burst out angrily. âAlways running around, dawdling after Muggles...like his jobâs nothing but a game! His was the only salary weâve got to live on, since Mumâs always been at home -- sure, we want him to be happy, and yes, weâve been able to manage...but we shouldnât have HAD to just âmanage!â He shouldâve been providing for us -- he shouldâve been trying to climb the ladder, shouldâve been looking for a job that could actually pay the bills, rather than make us constantly live on the edge...constantly have to buy things second-hand, constantly have to decline opportunities or make do with rubbish, just because we couldnât afford better...constantly have to live with the stigma of being one of Arthur Weasleyâs boys...â
Percyâs hand inside of Carewynâs clenched into a fist. Carewyn gave Percyâs fist a gentle squeeze, but she didnât speak: this was a time to listen, not to talk.
Exhaling heavily, Percy put down his mug of coffee down on the table, so as to protect it from his own temper.
âI wanted to attend the Slug Club party with you,â he mumbled self-consciously. âThe one your brother was invited to, before you graduated.â
Carewyn blinked in surprise.Â
âIâd heard all about the Slug Club from other students,â Percy explained earnestly. âAbout how Horace Slughornâs only ever invited those he saw as the most up-and-coming witches and wizards to his events. I thought itâd be exciting to meet so many new, well-regarded people -- maybe talk to Barnabas Cuffe about what itâs like to work as a journalist for the Daily Prophet -- chat with some fascinating up-and-coming authors, before I read their work -- maybe even meet the Gwenog Jones -- tell her how much my little sister idolizes her...â
Carewynâs eyes welled up with compassion.
âPercy, why didnât you say anything?â she asked sadly. âJacob and I wouldâve loved to have you join us.â
Percy shook his head. "I was only fourteen. Slughorn wouldâve had no reason to talk to me -- I hadnât done anything that would set me apart as anything other than âone of Arthur Weasleyâs boys.â And I already knew I had nothing to wear that would be suitable.â
âAndre wouldâve made you something to wear,â said Carewyn, but Percy shook his head again.
âI thought of that, but...at the time, I didnât want to be treated like a charity case,â he said gloomily. âI was already so much younger than you, and...well, youâve always been much closer with Bill and Charlie than me. Even Fred and George...â
âThat doesnât mean you wouldnât have been welcome,â Carewyn said very firmly, giving Percyâs hand a squeeze. âI only went to that party because of Jacob, and Jacob only went out of a sense of feeling like he had to, after how worried Slughorn was about him all those years. I know Slughorn wouldâve loved having another person there who was just as thrilled to be there as he was.â
Percy gave Carewyn a weak smile. Through his eyes, Carewyn could feel just how warm and comforting her sentiment was.
â...Thank you, Carewyn.â
He paused. Then, taking a breath, he took the plunge.
âItâs...itâs lovely that you went to a party you werenât even interested in, just to support your brother,â he said quietly. âI donât think any of my siblings would go with me, if I got invited to a Slug Club party...theyâve never been interested in such things...â
Carewyn frowned. âYou donât think Bill or Charlie wouldâve supported you?â
Percy looked uncomfortable. âIn sentiment, maybe, but...well, Bill and Charlie always spent the most time together, at home. They were always each otherâs best friend, before they got to school and met you. And Fred and George of course always had each other...even Ron and Ginny ended up together most often, just because they were the smallest and always needed the most attention...â
â...Leaving you all by yourself,â Carewyn finished grimly.
Percyâs eyes darkened again. Carewyn could sense the remnants of a very lonely bespectacled boy hiding in a hollowed-out tree outside the Burrow, reading a book, coming off of him.
Carewynâs eyes softened and she gave Percyâs hand another affectionate squeeze.
âIâm sorry, Percy,â she murmured. âIt mustâve been really lonely for you sometimes...even with how close your familyâs always been...â
Her eyes landed on their hands rather than Percyâs face as she tried to shut out the isolating memories rippling off of Percy.
â...My mumâs family was a lot worse than yours...but she was the black sheep there too...and sheâs always said that you should never be lonely, when youâre in a family. Even when youâre physically alone...you should never have to feel alone.â
Percy looked up at Carewyn, his lips twitching into a weak, humorless smile.
âYour mother sounds like a very kind woman.â
He paused. Then, after a moment, he spoke a bit more bitterly.
â...I...donât suppose Fredâs followed up with you about taking over my old room at the Burrow, now that Iâve left for good?â
Carewynâs blue eyes welled up with pain.
â...Percy...â
She got up from her chair, extended both of her arms, and encircled him in a big hug. The taller ginger-haired man flinched ever-so-slightly, but almost immediately grabbed onto her in return, burying his face into her shoulder without ever getting up from his seat.
âHe didnât mean it like that,â Carewyn whispered in Percyâs ear. She found herself maternally stroking the younger boyâs hair like she sometimes would Charlieâs, when he was sad.
âI know,â Percyâs voice came out slightly muffled beside her shoulder. â...I know...â
Even so, Carewyn could tell how much that barbed joke had really hurt.
Percyâs arms adjusted a bit around Carewyn, giving her a slightly tighter squeeze before he finally released her. He brought a hand up under his glasses to covertly wipe at the tear that had formed in the corner of his right eye, clearing his throat loudly.
âExcuse me, I...lost my composure. Silly thing...â
âItâs not silly,â Carewyn shut him down sharply.
Softening at once again, she walked over to the waffle iron, which had started to beep. She opened it, levitating out the newly cooked waffle inside with her wand onto a plate before summoning some butter and strawberry compote out of a drawer.
âI realize this makes for a rather sweet breakfast,â said Carewyn as she set about buttering and then drizzling the compote over the waffle. âBut...well, Mum used to say that sometimes something sweet in the morning can take off the edge of a bitter nightâs sleep.â
Percy eyed the full plate of food and then the clock.
âIt looks lovely, but...â he said uneasily, â...I really should be getting back to work...â
âThen take it with you,â said Carewyn. âYou can always bring the plate and mug back to me, when youâre done with them.â
Percyâs eyes softened a bit behind his glasses as he picked up his half-full mug and got to his feet. â...All right.â
He accepted the plate from her in his other hand as he headed for the door. He paused in the door frame, looking back over his shoulder at her with a slightly warmer expression.
â...Carewyn...thank you for listening. I mean, you clearly have a full day of work yourself to contend with, and -- â
âMy work might be very important to me,â Carewyn said firmly, âbut the only reason it is so important is because it lets me help people. And the people I care about I will always help first.â
Carewyn could imagine Bill standing over Percyâs left shoulder, smiling fully and handsomely as ever. It made her smile that bit more warmly at Percy.
â...My office door is always open, if you need anything,â she said gently.
Percy smiled and nodded, before turning on his heel and heading out of Carewynâs office, taking another sip of coffee as he went.
Friendship Drabble Prompt!
#hphm#hogwarts mystery#my writing#friendship drabbles#percy weasley#carewyn cromwell#arthur weasley#bill weasley#charlie weasley#jacob cromwell#horace slughorn#yeah I see carewyn and percy really becoming closer while stuck at the ministry together under fudge#percy definitely sees carewyn in a similar way he does bill in the sense that he doesn't agree with all her choices#(namely not being a rule-follower all the time and sometimes being deceptive to achieve her ends)#but also really respects her because of just how caring and paragon she is personality-wise#plus like bill she parents the hell out of people including bill and charlie's siblings#so yeah she also has some molly weasley vibes for all the weasley kids hahahaha#also yes arthur was harsh in that argument but honestly percy went way over the line too AND this involves a political dispute#considering it's about supporting or not supporting fudge and the ministry#so yeah I could see why it would get heated fast and a lot of things would be said that were both cutting and harsher than they meant#I'm looking forward to maybe drawing/writing some content for that slug club party slughorn invites the cromwells to at some point#after that one big merula-centric drawing project I'm working on right now
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Harry Potter FRED AU (It could not be named anyhow else and youâll soon know why)
Please bear with me I swear Iâll make the lenght worth it
I also promise this one AINâT SAD
Few days ago I was taking a nap and when I woke up my half-conscious brain thought about the name Albus Severus again because itâs a terrible name whether he is named after anyone or not. And I thought âdid Ginny even get any say in it or what the hellâ.
I really think that Harry should name their first child (he did) James Sirius, which is fine, Ginny would name their second son and together they would name their little girl (which I think they did).
But then I thought âwhat would she name him?â Obviously my first thought was Fred, but I was like ânah, that one is for Georgeâs kid... unlessâ
Here comes my AU, imagine it with me:
It is the first 1st of April after the battle, it isnât very happy for someoneâs birthday, then Percy gets an idea. He cannot forget how the last thing he said to Fred made him smile and he refuses to do anything on his birthday that would not achieve the same goal. So he looks at George and proposes this... what if every one of the siblings named at least one of their child Fred or any equivalent of that, if for nothing else than at least for the chaos it will create at Hogwarts. Everyone is silent for so long Percy just wants to take it back and obliviate everyone, but then Fleur stands up to it and gets really passionate about it and then it slowly dawns on everyone and they love it. It is the first time in all those months that George gives them a non-forced smile. Everyone is super into it. Mrs. Weasley is crying because a) she is happy because her boy is smiling again b) she knows she will be super embarrassed if she ever has to talk to McGonagall after she finds out about this and c) she thought Percy was better than this. Nevertheless if it makes George smile again, she wonât be too harsh about it.
It goes something like this (Iâm kind of ignoring the cannon children, but whatever):
- Bill and Fleur name their firstborn daughter FrĂ©dĂ©rique. She had some mean kids try to laugh at her for it because they thought itâs stupid. She shut their mouths pretty quickly.
- Charlie doesnât have kids. But he did discover a new breed of dragon, which main trait is that it isnât violent at all, itâs just really mischievious and will mess up with everyone and everything. Charlie names the breed Island Trickster, for both the experts and amateurs the nickname Fred catches on pretty quickly even though majority of people doesnât know why.
- Percyâs first child is also a girl but he refuses to let anything stop him from naming his child Fred, because a) it was his idea and b) heâll be damned if anything keeps him from making this prank, that he created in honour of his brother, work. She gets the name Frederica. She hates it and demands her family calling her by her second name. They do and none of them mind, but before she departs for Hogwarts her parents take her aside and explain why they named her this way. Her prankster blood kicks in and from the moment she steps on the train she introduces herself as Frederica, Fred for short.
- Georgeâs first kids are twins, boy and girl. There is no hesitation - their names are immediately Fred and Freda. When they have the second child, there is a mild discussion, but eventually his name is Fredrick. Proud of their legacy, at school neither will respond to anything but Fred. They become Fred & Fred and Fred.
- Ron, who through Hermione discovered Queen, decides to name their son Freddie. Hermione doesnât see a reason to protest, she loves it.
- Ginny lets Harry name their first son. First, she likes the name James Sirius. Second, whatever happens that child will have prank as their blood type, so there is really no need to add onto that. Third, she is naming their second child and it will be a version of Fred. Harry does not protest at all, because a) he already has his son named after his father and godfather and b) he refuses to stand in the way of this prank. Also Ginny, being the undercover little shit she is, names their son Fred George... everyone keeps calling him Fred and George. They both also talk about naming their daughter Lily Luna Freda or something and they do, itâs just not that public so she can do with that potential whatever she wants.
It also happens that the whole former gryffindor quidditch team joins in on this (including Lee Jordan, who is considered part of the team) as well as bunch of other friends.
Mrs. Weasley is still a little sceptical but she canât deny that her boy would be proud. Her job also gets a little easier, because now she just automatically makes her grandchildren sweaters with F. Sometimes she makes more of those that she should but the kids love it (cue later).
Meanwhile in heaven James, Sirius and Remus are both really excited and really jealous. Fred is waiting for the chaos to take reign.
As for Hogwarts, most of the professors are losing it sometimes with entertainment (they mostly enjoy it when someone else is in pain because of this and they love to watch it), sometimes with annoyance, sometimes with both and sometimes actually losing it about to break down and cry (especially when some of their colleagues would just watch and smile). Alltogether in all the houses there is about twenty Fred Weasleys (boys, girls, first names, second names) and the Potters (James Sirius, Fred George and Lily Luna) plus the other Freds - all of them there for two or three years, which basically translates into destruction of the highest level.
There are family gatherings frequently at the Burrow, where they all just sit around the table writing letters to their kids and all of them writing one howler.
The howler arrives to a random person, usually a friend of one of the Weasley/Potter kids and the whole Great hall hears, âFRED! WHAT DID YOU DO THIS TIME?!â
All the Fredâs look at each other, because they all did something they shouldnât (which their parents donât know, but the kids donât know they donât know). No one also knows which Fred it is meant for. No one knows if they are being scolded or messed with.
Very rarely the howler would yell, âFRED WEASLEYâ, and in the fat pause after that, every single person in the room can hear, Fred George Potter say âoh, thank Merlinâs nightgown.â
Sometimes the howler would shout, âFRED. I AM SO DISSAPPOINTED IN YOU. YOU WERE NOT GIVEN THIS NAME TO KEEP PEACE AND TRANQUILITY AT THE SCHOOL!â Molly Weasley may or may not scold her children and children-in-law for this one. (Obviously if the kids werenât into pranking their parents would never force them or out them like this, but since they are all openly on board this happens way too often for the professorsâ liking.
Then there is christmas time. Most of the kids leave for home... most of them except for the Weasley/Potters and some of the other Freds, whose parents are friends with the Weasleys. The sweaters come and... every signle one has a F on it. None of the kids protest. They wear it proudly. There are attempts at making fun of them. It doesnât work.
James walks around announcing to everyone repeatedly and very loudly that his name is Fames Firius Fotter. In the meantime, as long as Lily is wearing her sweater, she refuses to react to anything but Fily or Funa and that includes the teachers.
Everyone tries to resist, everyone breaks down eventually.
McGonagall wants to look stern, but she is loving it.
There is a relatively new professor trying to complain to the colleague sitting next to him. Neville Longbottom, who names his children Frank Fred, Alice Fredricka and Augusta Freda, nods sympathetically while sipping his tea. âI know,â he says. âImagine if one of them named their kid something like Prank. We would call them a normal name now.â
That is the moment Minerva McGonagall loses it and actually chuckles. Every single one of the kids writes a letter to their parents about that one.
All hell loses all the breaks on April Fools. McGonagall wanted to go easy on punishing the pranks for several reasons and one of them is that it is the twins birthday. It takes one April Fools when the kids take it relatively easy for them to figure out the punichments are quite mild. The next year they go Wild and McGonagall understands that her nostalgia is a dangerous thing. She stops it then and there, because she knows it wonât stop them, it might just stop some people from getting hurt.
Sometimes Peeves wonât have the mood to come up with something himself so he just goes with calling everyone Fred. Some teachers take from it, figuring that if they donât remember someoneâs name it must be because they decided they will deduce it later, which translates to âthe name is Fredâ.
Years later when the children leave Hogwarts there is formed a new quidditch team. The name is âFlying Fredsâ. They are all married and stuff, so their last names are all different, but all of them share the name Fred, which only increases the children named Fred, because who wouldnât name their child after their favourite quidditch team, amiright?
People in both the wizarding and muggle world are astonished as to Why is there suddenly such a popularity to the name, while in the afterlife Fred wonât stop saying shit like âThe students have surpassed the teachers.â and the Marauders are both upset they didnât manage something like that, but also impressed and really loving it.
McGonagall once talks about it with George and he says it was Percyâs idea. Percy, always perfect prefect Percy, blushes as McGonagall looks at him and says:Â âAll those years I was worried you arenât an actually Weasley and youâve just been hiding all that potential, hm.â
It is that moment they understand she might have always been strict, but she loved those little and big pranks simply because they were creative and smart and she was always so proud of the Marauders and the twins for it.
#harry potter#harry potter au#fred weasley#fred and george#george weasley#albus severus potter#james sirius potter#lily luna potter#weasley twins#quidditch#hogwarts#marauders#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#bill weasley#fleur delacour#charlie weasley#percy weasley#ron weasley#hermione granger#ginny weasley#this is what i created for the sake of harry' poor child to have a normal name#i am really proud of this one#pranking#peeves#lee jordan#oliver wood#angelina johnson#katie bell
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