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cherry-pop-elf · 2 days

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Hoof Race

Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Can be read as platonic

I’m going through ALOT because of a dickwad of a piano teacher. So imma just project and vent here. I love piano, but I don’t love the piano teacher. My own personal Umbridge. Bleck. So it’s gonna be sloppily written, projective, just. I’m going through a lot right now. A lot a lot.

Summary: Your first detention with Umbridge. Needless to say, very traumatizing. At least you have a pair of red heads to comfort you. Along with formed an escape plan to get you out of there. With some help

Warnings: Umbridge, scars, blood, depression, anxiety, stress, crying, trauma, Umbridge being Umbridge. Physical Violence against Reader from Umbridge, Humanism(Racism against other species) Surprise Guest Appearance for the Book Lovers from one of our favorite Divination Teachers

“Where is our little lab rat?” Fred huffed, as he was looking around for you. With George trailing behind. Looking in all the directions that Fred wasn’t looking. You had promised to meet them at Hagrid’s to test out a new product to help with calming animals. Something that was more so a Comission’s for Hagrid than anything else. Would be a nice little treat. Tea, fang, and laughter. Just one problem. Where are you?

“Should have never given Harry that map.” George would grumble, as he was getting worried now. Where were you? You aren’t one to break a promise. Especially to miss out on hanging with Hagrid. Who wants to purposely avoid a cozy evening with him? Especially since the twins had hoards of candy to share. If you missed a treat like that, it has to be beyond your control.

“Checked the dorm, checked Myrtle, checked the Requirement’s, checked the green house-“ The twins would finish each others sentences, as they walked. Trying so hard to think of where you could be. That’s when they stopped infront of the Defense Room Doors. They were open, but the office door was closed. They slowly looked to each other, before bolting inside.

“But Miss Umbridge, it hurts-!” They heard you shout, now that they were pressing their ears to the door. “It’s not suppose to feel good, darling. I should have expected such idiocy from someone who found it wise to speak out of turn-“ Umbridge would huff, as her heels could be heard pacing. A mixture of sharp clicks, and your hiccups.

“Mr. Firenze is not a THING-!” You snapped, only for a sharp smack to echo in the room. Made the twins wince, as you hiccuped again. “That beast is indeed that. Why defend that vile creature, when it even identifies itself as a beast-? Hm? Shouldn’t expect much from an idiotic child like yourself.” She lectured on.

“What do we do?” George whispered to Fred. What could they do? She was still a professor after all. Regardless, they had to do something. Anything. SOMETHING. They had to think fast, before you got even more hurt. Or worse. Expelled.

“Twins-?” A voice called itself, making the duo look over. The familiar blonde hair, and clips of hoof steps, made it clear who it was. Their newest teacher, given Umbridge very literally fired their old one. What a god send, as the twins were able to hatch a plan.

“Please please-“ They made praying hand gestures, as they pointed at her door. Making dramatic movements to try and convey they needed a distraction. Not wanting to get detention next. Never thought detention could be worse than anything Snape could offer.

The echo of another slap was what made the ever calm teacher connect the dots. Oh how he dispised such treatment. It was inhuman. That’s saying something from a man who used to live with trantulas the size of buildings. He would quickly motion for the red heads to quickly go hide under the stairs, before he cleared his throat.

“Mistress Umbridge? I need to speak with you about a matter at hand-!” He called, with a hoof stomp for added volume. The duo was quick to run under the stairs, and narrowly miss her gaze. An ever-plastered fake smile was on her lips, as she would walk down the stairs. A twitch to her eye was given, as she was now forced to speak to the centaur.

"Yes, Firenze? Whatever could you need at this late hour?" She asked, while the twins were quick to rush into the classroom. Left quite a sight. There you were, with bloody hands. To bloody to even make out what scars she had to make your write this time. Along with a firm bruise on your cheek, from her had no less. They were enraged, to put it lightly. This was the last time she would ever do this. That was their promise.

They were quick to your side, as you wrapped your arms around them. Your savior. "She just kept insulting him, and it wasn't right. He's a good teacher-" You would sniffle, as George would use his wand to try and clean your hands. He sneered at the words on your skin. Busy with tending to your immediate wounds, as Fred tried to calm you down and explain the plan.

"WAIT WAIT-I UH-I AM JUST A CENATUR! A WITCH LIKE YOURSELF KNOWS MORE THE I!" Firenze shouted, making the twins realize their time was running out. "Just be quiet, and follow our lead-" Fred just said, and you listened. Typical behavior, after all. They were always scheming, and you were happy to get into any mess they offered.

"Well....You are just a centaur. You aren't modern, or cultured, such as myself. I suppose i can remind you how we properly function here." Umbridge would smugly say, as Firenze tried so hard to not roll his eyes. Was worth it, as he was able to watch you be escorted back under the stairs. That firey red hair hidden away. Just in time, because even his calm soul can only take so much.

"Oh dear, Mar's is infront of Saturn. You know what that means, I better return to my classroom-!” She had no idea what that meant, no one did since it was a big lie. Least it sounded good enough to make her scoff. Feeling as though she wasted her time with him. Regardless, she gave a friendly smile. Now walking back towards her office.

The second her back was turned, the blonde stallion quickly motioned for the three of you to hurry to him. Fred and George basically carried you, as they did. Needing to work fast. Was just yanked around like a doll, but there was no choice. The moment Umbridge had gasped, noticing you were gone, you three were on his back.

“Where did-“ But it was faded, as you three were not having a horse ride of your life. Escaping her, this night. Quite the adrenaline rush. Riding the back of your teacher, as he tried to not trip down the stairs. Least you had Fred and George to comfort you. Holding on to the straps on their teachers body, for his supplies, and comforting you.

“Well clean you up, and make sure that this is the last time she ever hurts anyone.” Fred said, with a firm nod. You never thought the twins could look so angry before. Was scary, but also a morbid reassurance. Given Umbridge’s gaslighting was getting to you. Thinking you were a burden, failure, worthless, just horrible. Didn’t even noticed you were starting to cry. It was all too much. The boys would hold you close, and just hold.

“Dreadful woman. Dreadful dreadful just oh so dreadful-“ Firenze would keep on muttering, as he tried to not break an ankle on those ever moving stairs. Full of much spite as anyone else. Suppose that meant the twins had someone on their side, at least.

“You are gonna crash with us tonight.” Fred said to you, as Firenze took that as advice on where to go. Now heading to the Gryffindor common room. “Think of it as a big sleep over. Chilling in the common room’s living space.” George echoed. Childish, but there is joy in childhood. Had you smile in approval.

“Here, allow me to offer some assistance.” Firenze then spoke, as he rummaged in his bag. Still trotting along, as it was just a hallway roam now.

“This should help with your healing and recovery. Sometimes spells can not solve all problems.” And a small bag was offered to you three. Most likely a herbal of some kind. The kind textures were very reassuring. A reminder you weren’t crazy. That she was in the wrong. Not you. Still, made you tremble in fear.

“Gonna be ok. She’s not gonna hurt you anymore.” Fred reassured, with a kiss to your head. Followed by George hugging you tightly. Just helping ground you, as the centaur finally stopped at the painting. She didn’t even ask for the password. As if she wanted to delay much needed rest.

“Rest, if you can. When you join me for our class, tomorrow, you are permitted to not join. You may just relax, and star gaze. That often times relaxes myself.” Firenze offered, as he laid down at the open wall. Allowing you three to get off. He understood you were a victim, and offered sanctuary where he could.

“Thanks…” You sniffled, as to not be rude. He knows, he knows. He gave you a pat on your head, and a smile, before taking his escort away. Leaving you three with your thoughts. The twins mostly thought of how to make whatever happens to Umbridge look like an accident, while you were still shaking from the ordeal. Murder plots can be for another time. You were first.

Escorted to the common room couch, you were as pampered as you could be. Hands properly wrapped, the herbal deal brewed, helping clean up the blood stains, using their latest invention to help clean up your bruise. Just doing what they could, as you sniffled and hiccuped.

Once done, you were soon lying against Fred. With George semi on top of you. As if some kind of pressure therapy. A means to make sure no one could touch you, or sneak up on you. Was nice. What was nicer was the random fellow classmates who walked around. May it to get something to drink, unable to sleep, what have you.

They took notice of you, could quickly grasp it was Umbridge, and let you have your comfort. May it be making sure you three had a blanket, staying extra quiet to not disturb you, or asking if you needed anything. Just some humanity against the darkness.

The comfort of the twins, the easing calm of the tea, and the sound of the ever lit fireplace. It helped you come back to earth again. Just what you needed. Reassurance that you were the victim. Not the other way around. Just deep breaths of fire, cinnamon, and gun powder.

You’ll be ok. You’ll be ok, and the twins promised.

As if they ever would break a promise.

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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You mess with one of us you mess with all of us

Harry Potter x fem! twin sister! reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: Umbridge has been giving Y/n Potter detentions constantly for almost a month but when it begins to take its toll the pink toad will have to deal with the wrath of entire potter clan

Warnings: Umbitch, blood, fainting, scars, lack of appetite mentioned once, wizarding slurs, threats but it’s to Umbitch so is that really a warning?

A/n: 2.3k words, Harry is the elder twin and shes a griffindor because that was easier for the story line, voldy isn’t defeated or comes back like he did but Jilly survives, Sirius still goes to Azkaban in this because he was framed for the muggle deaths caused by peter but Lily and James escaped in time x also slight Freddie and reader okay more than slight haha, sorry I hope you don’t mind x

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You walked back from yet another detention, clutching your jumper tightly at the ends to hide the blood that was coming from your hand. Umbridge had singled out yet again for being Harry’s twin sister and given you almost a full month of detention for no reason but her own sick pleasure. You must have had about half a dozen different things scared on your hand and up your forearm, I must not tell lies, I must not prank others, pranks are not funny, I must respect my elders and her most recent addition, I am a filthy half breed, ironic right coming from one herself, which you stupidly voiced but apparently because her parents where both halfblooded that didn’t count and you earned an extra hour of writing for it

You hadn’t told anyone about the detentions, they knew you had some but you lied and said it was with Snape or some other Professor, either that or they assumed you were hanging out with Luna or one of your other friends outside Gryffindor. Why didn’t you mention it? Your brother had enough on his plate trying to run a small army whilst readying himself to deal an evil wizard with a personal vendetta against him without needing to worry about you too. You would speak to your parents or godparents but they were all a part of the reformed order and fighting a war, you couldn’t add this to their plate either as you were worried enough about them without distracting them with this

As you got to the portrait you felt faint, the months long torture, blood lost and lack of appetite that came with it had taken its toll, so when the fat lady asked for the password you just stared at her like she had just asked you a complex math problem

“Password?” she prompts again, you don’t answer as your brain is unable to function anymore, luckily someone comes to your rescue

“Y/n?” you hear a familiar voice say, lazily looking over but your vision is hazy so you can only make out a tall mop of ginger “You alright?” he chuckles at your glassy eyes

“Tired” is all you can get out before you try your best to focus but fail “Freddie or George?” you ask confused

That gets his attention, concern filling his eyes as you always knew the difference being a twin yourself, it was like a radar “Love?” he places his hand over your forehead checking your temperature

“Freddie, I don’t feel well” you admit moving to clutch his jumper to keep you up, only recognising the twin as George usually called you doll

He wraps his arms around you right away holding you up turning to the painting “mimbulus mimbletonia” he says quickly “Well come on” he ushers for her to open it faster earning a huff in return

He moves his arm around your waist to hold you up as you come in but your legs give out before he can reach the couch “Y/n?” Ron who was chilling alone on the couches waiting for you to get back stands up and runs over to help you as Fred kneels down “What happened” the younger Weasley asks frantic

“I don’t know she was like this when I found her outside” Fred explains worried “Go get Harry and Mione”

Ron nods giving you one last glance before sprinting up the stairs while Fred lifts you into his arms and places you on the couch “Y/n love I need you to stay awake what happened?” he takes one of your hands in his as he shakes your shoulder gently with the other but you’re quickly losing consciousness

Fred was about to speak again when he felt liquid on his hand, pulling it back he sees the blood, quickly rolling up your shirt and jumpers sleeves revealing the scars “Hey Freddie what you doing…Y/n?” George says cheekily before he sees your state him and Lee both kneeling in front of the couch “What happened” he turns to his brother

Fred holds up your hand showing them the scars “What a bitch” Lee says upset as he see Umbridge’s handiwork

“What’s going on?” Harry asks panting after half hurling himself down the stairs, Hermione and Ron out of breath coming down soon after him

Fred moves out of the way letting Harry take his place, your brother inspects your hand, his eyes beginning to tear up as he sees your state and the words painted on your arm. George and Fred share a look after their own eyes hone in on two of the scars, pits in their stomachs as they know you probably got the detentions because you often helped them with their shenanigans

“Harry, we need to get her to Madame Pomfrey now” Hermione urges her voice shaky, you were like the sister she always wanted her hand moving to take Ron’s seeking comfort

Ron clasps his other over hers as Harry nods “You want us to help?” Fred offers to which Harry nods letting him pick you up and bring you to the infirmary

Harry couldn’t breathe the whole way there, nor could he relax as you lay unconscious on the hospital bed. He outright refused to leave when asked, never letting go of unscarred hand, rubbing little circles in it while Fred, Hermione and Ron all had to leave as Poppy couldn’t allow them to stay since they were in immediate family

Dumbledore was still nowhere to be seen and that vexed Harry, adding to the compiling anger raging in his heart, he was furious at Umbridge for doing this, for forcing you to write all of this, for pushing you to your limit. He was upset you didn’t tell him but it wasn’t the first time you had hid things to protect him, he only wanted to protect you so he felt like he had failed you in that moment, failed as a big brother

He was about to drift off to sleep, his head laying on the bed next to you still holding your hand when he heard the door open followed by three voices speaking all at once but he recognised each of them “Mrs and Mr Potter, Mr Lupin, she’s right over her” Poppy leads them over before stopping “Hello again” she says to the familiar dog whose identity she overlooked

“Harry what happened? All we got was a letter from Minerva saying y/n was hurt…oh my god” Lily asks walking up to Harry gasping as she sees you laying there

“What the hell happened to her arm” James exclaims as he goes around the other side of the bed with Remus, the latter’s mouth dropped open as he examines the scars carefully

“Filthy half…” Remus can even finish it as his eyes fill with rage “Who did this?” they all look towards Harry for an answer

“Umbridge” he says bitterly rolling up his jumper to show his old scar “She’s been using a this quill as detention punishment, on the first week me and y/n got them after she insulted Cedric…but I had no idea that y/n was getting special treatment from her” tears prick his eyes as he scrunches up his face “I’m so sorry I failed to protect her” he sniffs as the tears begin to fall

“You did not fail her” Lily says her hands coming to cup his cheeks before pulling him into a hug

“Pads” Remus scolds as the dog jumps up on the bed, whimpering as it licks your hand before snuggling itself into your side

“Why didn’t you tell us she was torturing students?” James asks upset that you both kept this from him “I knew she was a bitch at your trial but this is taking the cake” he continues aggravated

“I’m sorry, I…we…didn’t want to add to your stress” Harry says sadly

“It’s okay I understand but you need to tell us these things so we can kick her not so pretty in pink arse” Lily says earning a chuckle for Harry

Remus lets out a laugh “I understood that reference” he says to James who is too annoyed to register but his face softens as you stir

The dogs head lifts up but stays snuggled into your side as you groan a little, hand going to your forehead as you squeeze your eyes tightly, opening them you take a second to adjust to the brightness of the room “F-” you start as the last thing you heard was a certain twins voice but then you see your whole family even your uncles, one of whom grey eyes are looking up at you “Un-snuffles” he huffs at the nickname but lets you reach out and pet him “Mum, dad, Uncle Moony…what…ah” you wince at as you try to move your hand

“How are you feeling?” Harry asks

“Better” you say quietly, the guilt swirling in you at how worried they all look, you could even swear you could see frown lines from your Uncle in his dog form “I’m sorry I didn’t want to trouble anyone” you look down

“Aww sweetie” Lily moves to sit at your side on the bed, Harry standing up to let her through “It’s okay” she leans forward placing a kiss on your forehead “The important thing is you’re alright” she gives you a reassuring smile

“What is going on in here?” you all turn to the shrill voice entering the room, great Umbitch has arrived

“What’s going on is you injured my daughter” James walks around approaching her with a fury that makes her look a little nervous

“I have no idea what you are talking about” she plays dumb

“You do have an idea, you cannot go around hurting kids like that…she’s going to have that on her hand for the rest of her life thanks to you” Remus adds joining James at his side, your mum stays with you, her arm wrapping around you while you grip your uncles fur gently telling him to stay as well, he was still a convict and you would never forgive yourself if he was caught

“Mr Lupin you don’t work here anymore nor should someone like you be allowed around children” she says frankly

Remus’ face drops while that comment sends your father over the edge “Don’t you dare talk about him like that, he is a god damn angel. It’s you that shouldn’t be around children and you bet your toad arse if I have anything to do with it you won’t be here for much longer” he points at her

“Hardly I was asked by Cornelius himself” she says but you can see your father anger and threats are breaking down her façade “You’ll find that I have every authority here” she fixes her little jacket little out that annoying little hum she always does

“Authority to hurt my baby?” your mother speaks up while your father and uncle step back, hell has no fury like Lily Potter when she’s angry “Listen here Umbitch” she stands up, the insult earning a proud smile from James and Sirius if he could in his form “There is nowhere on the face of this earth you will be able to hide from me if you hurt one hair on any more of these kids heads. And if you dare touch either of my babies again I will end you…nat uh” she shakes her finger at the pink toad when she tries to interject “I don’t care if you were sent here by merlin himself you have no right to harm anyone let alone a child”

“Punishment comes to those who deserve it, if you raised your children right and gave them better remodels than a monster, a convict, an ex-trouble maker and a mudblood then she could be a good child” that was it for your uncle, he jumped off the bed before you could stop him “Who allowed this mutt in here?” she turns up her nose but then her face morphs into horror as your uncles shifts

“You want to say that again Dolores?” he says smirking to which the women looks utterly terrified “Call my friend that slur, my husband a monster oh you’ve never seen a real monster”

“I…I…” she tries to form a sentence

“I…I…” he mocks back “If I see you anywhere near my godchildren again I will be guilty of Azkaban by the time I’m done with you” he intimidates

With that threat the toad scampered as fast as she could running by McGonagall, Hermione, Ron and Fred who were standing by the entrance, all with very satisfied grins on their faces clearly hearing the quarrel

As Sirius calms down, he spots his old professor “Hey Minnie” he winks reverting back to himself

James joins his side “Lookin’ good Minerva” he smirks

“Hi” Remus just gives a small semi awkward wave as he pops his head out from behind them

The teens chuckle around her while she just shakes her head “Tad dramatic Mr Black but nothing she didn’t deserve” she notes with a small smile to which the man himself grins proudly nudging his husband as if to say ‘look mums proud of us’

“Y/n you’re awake” Fred smiles as do Hermione and Ron who light up all heading towards your bed

As your friends talk to you, Hermione and Ron standing on one side with Harry sitting on the bed with Fred perched on the other side, Remus leans over to Lily “What is it with Potters and gingers” he whispers making the girl giggle while Sirius and James tilt their head before both eye the scene

“I would just like to announce that if anyone…” James looks at Fred especially “…hurts my little fawn again I will give them worse treatment than toad face”

“Jamie!” Lily huffs looking at both you and Fred with an apologetic expression

“And I am not opposed to chopping of certain body parts” Sirius adds nonchalantly, as Fred’s eyes blow wide and his face pales the rest, including you, burst out in giggles

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