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Chapter 4

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕸𝖗𝖘. 𝖂𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖑𝖊𝖞 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖎𝖓 a good mood when we went downstairs. She was cooking on the stove and informed us that we would be eating outside due to such a large amount of people in the house. Ron and Harry grabbed cutlery and Trang stayed by Mrs. Weasley's side, handing her pans when she needed them. I grabbed cups so that we could fill them with drink and headed out after the others.

Crookshanks was pelting after a gnome which was laughing. It dove into a boot and laughed wildly as Crookshanks put a paw in there, trying to get it out. I smiled.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Charlie and Bill were making two tables smash into each other in a sort of battle. Fred and George were cheering, Ginny was laughing, and Hermione seemed to be split in her emotions between amusement and anxiety.

Bill's table caught Charlie's with a huge bang and knocked one of its legs off. There was a clatter from overhead and everyone looked up to see Percy looking down from the second floor.

"WILL YOU KEEP IT DOWN?!" He bellowed.

"Sorry Perce." Bill said, his long locks sweeping behind him as he lifted his head again. "How're the cauldron bottoms coming on?"

"Very badly." Percy said peevishly, slamming the window shut, making the windows rattle. Everyone laughed again as Bill and Charlie lowered the tables back to Earth. Bill reattached the table leg and then made tablecloths appear from nowhere.

Trang and I set the table in record time and soon Mrs. Weasley had all of the dishes of her cooking on the tables. I put some of the food onto my plate, sitting between Bill and Trang. Hermione, Harry, and Ron were sitting across from me. Both Fred and Charlie kept shooting glances down at Bill as he chatted with me.

I picked at my food, listening, rather than talking, while eating. I was mostly listening to Mr. Weasley and Percy's conversation.

"I've told Mr. Crouch that I'll have it ready by Tuesday." Percy said- meaning his cauldron report. "that's a bit sooner than he expected it, but I like to keep on top of things. I think he'll be grateful I've done it in good time, I mean, it's extremely busy in our department just now, what with all the arrangements for the World Cup. We're just not getting the support we need from the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Ludo Bagman-"

"I like Ludo." Mr. Weasley interrupted mildly. "He was the one who got us such good tickets for the Cup. I did him a bit of a favor: His brother, Otto, got into a spot of trouble- a lawnmower with unnatural powers- I smoothed the whole thing over."

"Oh Bagman's likable enough of course." Percy said in a dismissive manner. "but how he ever got to be head of Department. . . when I compare him to Mr. Crouch! I can't see Mr. Crouch losing a member of our department and not trying to find out what's happened to them. You realize Bertha Jorkins has been missing for over a month now? Went on holiday to Albania and never came back?"

My mouth went dry. I stopped eating.

"Yes, I was asking Ludo about that." Mr. Weasley said with a frown. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat but continued to listen in, "He says Bertha's gotten lost plenty of times before now- though I must say, if it was someone in my department, I'd be worried. . ."

"Oh Bertha's hopeless, all right. I hear she's been shunted from department to department for years, much more trouble than she's worth. . . but all the same, Bagman ought to be trying to find her. Mr. Crouch has been taking a personal interest, she worked in our department at one time, you know, and I think Mr. Crouch was quite fond of her- but Bagman just keeps laughing and saying she probably misread the map and ended up in Australia instead of Albania. However-" Percy stopped talking to take a sip of wine, "- we've got quite enough on our plates at the Department of International Magical Cooperation without trying to find members of other departments too. As you know, we've got another big event to organize right after the World Cup. You know the one I'm talking about, Father. The top-secret one." Percy said in a slightly raised voice.

I glanced over at the others to see Ron roll his eyes and say, "He's been trying to get us to ask what that event is ever since he started work. Probably an exhibition of thick-bottomed cauldrons."

Harry and Hermione laughed but I just gave him a strained smile. No one knew about Bertha? That hadn't occurred to me. Did I say something? But it was a dream, not a vision. . . so. . . even though I knew it happened and Dad believed me. . . would it be evidence? But Dad was always inclined to believe whatever I said, regardless if others believed me. . .but I'd been sure enough of the dream to fake my own death, hadn't I?

"Excuse me," I muttered and I got up from the table, heading back into the house, preoccupied. The others wouldn't be in for another thirty minutes or so. Maybe I could go to Diagon Alley and get my books or something. I went up to Ginny's room and dug in my trunk for the Hogwarts letter. I hadn't opened it. I'd forgotten in my rush to get here.

I opened it up.

I only needed one new book which was The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4 by Miranda Goshawk. That was convenient. There were also dress robes but I wanted to get those myself.

I turned to go back downstairs and saw Harry there. I nearly jumped in fright. "Are you alright?" He asked. "You looked upset at dinner."

I hesitated and then said, "You had a dream over the summer, right? About Wormtail and Voldemort and an old man, right?"

Harry looked surprised, "Yeah, how'd you know? Oh, wait, never mind. Of course you know."

"I had the same exact one." I said, chewing on my bottom lip in dismay. "And Voldemort mentioned Bertha Jorkins. . . how he killed her and when Percy and Mr. Weasley were saying no one knew where she was, I realized no one else knew. Perhaps not even you because you might not remember every detail."

Harry shook his head, "No. I don't remember a lot of it. I know they were talking about killing me. I know there was an old man. . . I think they mentioned you a bit and that's it. I didn't remember anything about Bertha Jorkins, not even now when you brought up that Voldemort and Wormtail talked about her"

I nodded my head. "They also mentioned about waiting until the Quidditch Cup is over."

We started walking down the stairs in silence until we got to the kitchen. The others were still outside. "Tell Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, if they ask that is, that I went to Diagon Alley, okay?"

"Sure." Harry said, looking troubled.

A moment later I was hurrying into Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, stepping inside, and looking around. "Hello Miss Kane." She said. "Are you here for dress robes?"

"Yes please." I said. "I was looking for deep blue or purple. I don't need custom dress robes."

She nodded and bustled off into the back of the shop and came out with a variety of different dresses and put them on the rack, "Choose a couple, try them on. We're still open for twenty-five minutes."

I nodded and looked through them, surveying them, grabbed a few, and went back in the room so I could try them on. The one I decided on was a purple dress. It was a longer one and I was glad I had heels and had grown over the summer. It fit my slender frame too. It looked lovely too and I put on my other clothes and bought the dress.

"This one is a lovely dress." Madam Malkin said as she checked me out. "Have fun at Hogwarts this year dear."

"Thank you, have a nice year." I said as I headed out of the shop and made my way back to the Leaky Cauldron and then went back home. No one was in the kitchen, but not everyone was outside anymore.

I headed upstairs and hung the dress up on Ginny's wardrobe. The other three girls came in at that moment.

"Oh," Trang said. "That's a pretty dress Elizabeth."

"Thanks Trang." I said.

"We should get to sleep." Hermione said in a worried voice, "We got to get up really early for the Quidditch Cup."

I grinned at Trang, "Excited?"

She nodded, "Extremely excited."

Ginny laid down in her bed and the rest of us slept on camp beds. I fell asleep quickly, dreaming of a ball where I was dancing with Fred and then Lee then Cedric then Oliver (even though he had graduated) and then Snape who turned into Voldemort and I woke up with a start.

I looked at the clock. It was 4:45. I rolled out of bed and tiptoed around the other girls as I got dressed. I dressed in jean shorts and a white blouse. It would be cold this morning but it was only a few days into August and still very warm. I put on white sneakers. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and then snuck out the door, carrying my peppermint box.

I went down the stairs. Mrs. Weasley was already up, making breakfast and Mr. Weasley was sitting at the table yawning. He stood up and showed off his golfing shirt and blue jeans held up with a leather belt, "Does this look like I'm a Muggle?"

I nodded, yawning myself, "Yes."

Mrs. Weasley eyed my outfit and said, "Well Muggle girls do have good fashion I suppose."

I took some of the boiling water and poured it into 6 cups and put the peppermint tea bags into each of them and then used the excess in Trangs and mine tea cups.

Mrs. Weasley bustled off to wake up the boys. Mr. Weasley was organizing a sheaf of large parchment tickets.

Mrs. Weasley came back down and started stirring the pot on the stove. I yawned and then drank some of my tea which woke me up immediately with the sharpness of the drink.

Fred, George, Harry, and Ron all came downstairs, looking bleary eyed. Mr. Weasley showed his clothes to Harry and said, "What d'you think? We're supposed to go incognito- do I look like a Muggle, Harry?"

"Yes." Harry said with a smile, "Very good."

"Where's Bill and Charlie and Per-Per-Percy?" George asked with a yawn. I slid four of the cups over to them.

"That'll help wake you up." I said with a mischievous smile. I knew how sharp the taste was.

Ron picked up a cup and doused it in a swallow- I hadn't given them much- and his face turned bright red as he choked and sputtered. "What the bloody hell was that?" He asked, his face returning to normal color.

"Are you awake?" I asked, grinning.

"Well, yeah!" Ron said, still red faced and still sputtering.

Harry, Fred, and George picked their cups up. Fred smell his. "It smells like peppermint." He said and took a smaller sip than Ron. "Oh!" Fred said, his face flushing too. "That does wake you up."

Harry and George tried theirs next. George's eyes started to water and he put the cup down, but Harry just smiled, taking a seat next to me. "So what was that?" Harry asked me. Mrs. Weasley set bowls of porridge down in front of us.

"Peppermint tea." I said, dumping a large amount of brown sugar into my bowl and stirring. "Peppermint is a stimulant. It can also be used to cure different ailments like menstrual pains and nausea and muscle and nerve pain."

Everyone stared at me except Mrs. Weasley.

"What?" I asked frowning, setting aside the brown sugar and now putting a sprinkle of cinnamon on my porridge. "We learned about that in Herbology."

George shook his head in amazement. "Well at least we're all awake now."

"Oh, and to answer your question." I continued, now pouring milk into the bowl slowly so that I put the right amount, "Bill, Charlie, and Percy get to apparate so they get to stay in bed."

"Why can't we apparate too?" Fred asked grumpily.

"Because you're not of age and you haven't passed the test." Mrs. Weasley answered. Then she bustled out of the kitchen to get the girls up.

"You have to pass a test to Apparate?" Harry asked.

"Oh yes. The Department of Magical Transportation had to fine a couple of people the other day for Apparating without a license. It's not easy, Apparition, and when it's not done properly it can lead to nasty complications. This pair I'm talking about went and splinched themselves."

I flinched with the others.

"Er- Splinched?" Harry asked nervously.

"They left half of themselves behind. So, of course," Mr. Weasley said, putting treacle on his porridge, "they were stuck. Couldn't move either way. Had to wait for the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad to sort them out. Meant a fair old bit of paperwork. I can tell you, what with the Muggles who spotted the body parts they'd left behind. . ."

"Were they okay?" Harry asked, startled.

"Oh yes." Mr. Weasley said. "But they got a heavy fine, and I don't think they'll be trying it again in a hurry. You don't mess around with Apparition. There are plenty of adult wizards who don't bother with it. Prefer brooms- slower, but safer."

"To bad we can't use magic carpets anymore." I said dreamily before spooning another spoonful of lovely sugary porridge into my mouth.

"Indeed." Mr. Weasley said.

"But Bill and Charlie and Percy can all do it?" Harry asked, interested.

"Charlie had to take the test twice. . . He failed the first time, Apparated five miles south of where he meant to, right on top of some poor old dear doing her shopping, remember?" Fred asked with a huge smile.

"Yes, well, he passed the second time." Mrs. Weasley said as the rest of us laughed.

Hermione, Ginny, and Trang were all coming down the hallway looking sleepy. Trang pointed to the last steaming mug of Peppermint tea, "Is that for me?"

I nodded.

Trang picked it up and doused half of it in one go. The others, especially George and Ron who'd had bad reactions, watched in interest. "That's lovely." Trang said with brighter eyes. "Is there anymore?"

I tossed my peppermint box at her and she got up to make herself another cup of tea. I sipped mine casually.

"Why do we have to get up so early?" Ginny asked, rubbing her eyes.

"We've got a bit of a walk." Mr. Weasley said.

I kicked George and he looked up at me. I shook my head and put my hand under the table, tapping his knee. He handed me the Toffees' and I put them in my pocket. George nudged Fred and Fred passed me his too. Everyone else missed the reaction between us.

I obviously didn't have all of them, but hopefully Mrs. Weasley wouldn't notice. I zipped my bag closed so the Toffee's couldn't escape if she did want them.

"Walk?" Harry was asking in another startled voice, "What, are we walking to the World Cup?" Trang's mouth dropped too as though she thought this might be possible and I laughed, starting to eat my porridge again.

"Silly Harry, of course not." I said with a grin. "But with so many wizards coming in from all sorts of countries, we have to travel incognito. Even Muggles notice large congregations of people going in the same direction and often have the urge to check out what's going on, whether they knew about the event or not."

"George!" Mrs. Weasley shouted suddenly and everyone except me jumped. I rolled my eyes instead.

"What?" George asked, confused.

"What is that in your pocket?" Mrs. Weasley continued. I shifted my body below the table and saw that there was a bulge in his pocket. I sighed.

"Nothing!" George said, putting a hand over his pocket.

"Don't you lie to me!" Mrs. Weasley said, pointing her wand at George's pocket and saying, "Accio."

Trang watched in interest (She loved seeing magic in action) and I watched to see how the spell was conducted. Multiple objects came out of George's pocket and into her hand. Toffees. She kept pointing her wand at them and saying "Accio! Accio!"

Even I had to admit that they had come up with some pretty neat hiding places but I'd wished they'd given me more of their toffees. I checked my bag and saw that I had about twelve or so in it.

"We spent six months developing those!" Fred said angrily as she threw the toffees away.

"Oh a fine way to spend six months!" She shrieked in anger. "No wonder you didn't get more O.W.L.s"

We departed the Burrow very soon after. I stayed back for a millisecond and said to Mrs. Weasley, "Can you use some of the gold in my vault for Ron's robes? Get them new, like Harry's?" Then, I dashed off before she could say yes or no.

Trang, Fred, George, and I were all walking ahead of the others. Mrs. Weasley was still talking to Mr. Weasley and she called after us, "behave yourselves!" Fred and George glowered.

"I still have twelve." I said brightly. "Six for each of you."

"Not much." George said grumpily.

"You could have given me more." I said sharply, though sympathetically, not wanting to be blamed for their stupidity.

"How are we getting to the cup?" Trang asked.

"Portkey." I answered.

"What's that?" Trang asked.

"It's er- a magical device that transports people from one place to another. But they have certain times they take off and usually can only be used once." I said. "They are usually disguised as things that Muggles don't pick up. You have to be touching it to be transported, so don't let go of it when we get there."

"Grand." Trang said, sounding extremely nervous that she might get left behind.

We had to climb Stoatshead Hill was a long climb and before long, I had a painful stitch in my side. My legs were getting sore too but I continued on at a steady pace. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Mr. Weasley had caught up to the four of us by this time though I pulled ahead of the others with my impatience to get to the cup.

I ran up the last steps and saw two figures off in the distance. I went on ahead until I found Mr. Diggory and his son Cedric.

"Elizabeth!" Cedric said in glad surprise, "What are you doing here?"

"I was staying with the Weasleys." I said, blushing just slightly. "They're coming on a bit slow, but they'll be here in a few seconds."

Cedric and I hugged and he introduced me to his father who was a boisterous and round-faced man. He was holding a muddy boot in one hand.

"Over here, Arthur! Over here, son, we've got it!" Mr. Diggory called out and I turned to see the Weasleys, Hermione, Trang, and Harry make their way over to us.

"Amos!" Mr. Weasley said, smiling and they shook hands. To the rest of us he said, "This is Amos Diggory, everyone. He works for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. And I think you know his son, Cedric?"

"Hi." Cedric said, looking around at everyone, laying his eyes on Trang. I felt a strange twinge of jealousy, and then pushed it away.

Everyone said hi back except for Fred and George who only nodded. George had never forgiven Cedric for beating Gryffindor in the first Quidditch match and Fred had other reasons for disliking Cedric. What those reasons were had never been fully disclosed to me, though I had my suspicions.

"Long walk, Arthur?" Cedric's father asked.

"Not too bad. We live just on the other side of the village there. You?" Mr. Weasley asked while checking his watch.

"Had to get up at two, didn't we, Ced? I tell you, I'll be glad when he's got his Apparition test. Still. . . not complaining. . . Quidditch World Cup, wouldn't miss it for a sackful of Galleons- and the tickets cost about that. Mind you, looks like I got off easy. . ." Amos said, looking at all the others he assumed Mr. Weasley bought tickets for. "All these yours, Arthur?"

"Oh no, only the redheads. This is Hermione, friend of Ron's, Trang, friend of Elizabeth's, that's Elizabeth right there though I assume you've already met- and Harry, another friend-"

"Merlin's beard! Harry? Harry Potter?" Amos Diggory said with widening eyes.

I started to giggle and turned away. Trang watched in a bit of confusion.

"Er- yeah." Harry said uncomfortably.

"Ced's talked about you, of course. Told us all about playing against you last year. . . I said to him, I said- Ced, that'll be something to tell your grandchildren, that will. . . you beat Harry Potter!" Mr. Diggory said tactlessly.

Trang's mouth fell open and Fred and George were both scowling again. Cedric looked extremely embarrassed and muttered, "Harry fell of his broom, Dad. I told you. . . it was an accident. . ."

"Yes, but you didn't fall off, did you?" Mr. Diggory roared and slapped Cedric hard on the back, "Always modest, our Ced, always the gentleman. . . but the best man won, I'm sure Harry'd say the same, wouldn't you, eh? One falls off his broom, one stays on, you don't need to be a genius to tell which one's the better flier?"

I wondered if Trang was going to be able to pick her mouth up off the floor as she looked from Mr. Diggory, to Harry, to me and back again.

"Yes." I said coolly for I too had fallen off my broom that match and had taken insult to his words. "Well I'd like to see anyone stay on their broom when a dementor makes them pass out because their parents were murd-"

"Must be nearly time!" Mr. Weasley interrupted loudly, checking his watch again. Fred and George were openly grinning now. "Do you know whether we're waiting for any more, Amos?"

Trang pulled me aside as Mr. Diggory answered him and asked me quietly, "Do people usually insult others in front of them in the Magical world?"

I shook my head. "Mr. Diggory just likes to brag about his son and speaks before he thinks, that's all."

There was a lot of difficulty trying to stand around the boot and touch it. There were about eleven of us and because we all had bulky backpacks, there was less space than there may have been. Trang's finger was barely staying on and I pushed her forward so that she had two fingers on the boot.

We stood there as Mr. Weasley counted down, "Three. . . two. . ." I checked to make sure Trang's finger was still on the boot. ". . .one. . ."

My feet left the ground and I saw Trang's mouth open in a silent scream. Our shoulders were banging together and there was a howl of wind and swirling colors. My finger was stuck to the boot, pulling me forward and with my other hand, I grabbed Trang's arm that was holding the boot, as she was trying to pull it off.

"No!" I shouted, but my voice was lost in the howling wind. She got the message anyways.

Then my feet slammed into the ground and I stuck my ground while Trang stumbled and fell on her face. Everyone fell onto their faces except Mr. Weasley, Mr. Diggory, and Cedric. I had never stuck my ground before and I found why most people fell on their faces- it was exhausting finding the energy to keep standing. Part of me wanted to fall over anyways.

"Seven past five from Stoatshead Hill." A voice said.

I looked to see two Wizards dressed inexpertly as Muggles. Trang started having a fit of giggles and hid behind me so they wouldn't see her. One wizard was wearing a tweed suit with thigh- length galoshes and the other was wearing a kilt and poncho.

I started to laugh just like Trang and turned around so that they would see us laughing.

"Morning Basil." Mr. Weasley said.

"Hello there, Arthur. Not on duty, eh? It's all right for some. . . We've been here all night, You'd better get out of the way, we've got a big party coming in from the Black Forest at five-fifteen. Hang on, I'll find your campsite. . . Weasley. . . Weasley. . . About a quarter of a mile's walk over there, first field you come to. Site manager's called Mr. Roberts. Diggory. . . second field. . . ask for Mr. Payne."

"Thanks, Basil." Mr. Weasley said and we followed him away. We were walking through a deserted moor, and there was such a thick mist, it was hard to see anything. Trang and I walked with linked arms. I really did not want to lose her here.

We said good-bye to the Diggory's at the turn and they walked off. We approached the cottage door.

There was a man there, Mr. Roberts, standing on the doorstep and looking out at all the tents. When he heard our footsteps, he turned his head to look at us.

"Morning!" Mr. Weasley said brightly. He loved Muggles and was always excited with every interaction he got with them.

"Morning." Mr. Roberts said a bit less cheerfully.

"Would you be Mr. Roberts?" Mr. Weasley asked carefully.

"Aye, I would. And who're you?"

"Weasley- two tents, booked a couple of days ago?"

"Aye. You've got a space up by the wood there. Just the one night?"

"That's it." Mr. Weasley said.

"You'll be paying now, then?" Mr. Roberts said.

"Ah- right- certainly." Mr. Weasley said uncomfortably and beckoned to Trang to follow him. I went with her. "Help me, Trang." He said, pulling out a wad of Muggle bills.

"How much is it?" Trang asked and Mr. Weasley gave her the amount. She took the bills, counted them out and then gave him the money to pay with and put the rest in his pocket.

"You Foreign?" Mr. Roberts asked as the three of us returned and Mr. Weasley gave a start.

"Foreign?" Mr. Weasley repeated, confused.

"You're not the first one who's had trouble with money." Mr. Roberts said, looking Mr. Weasley over. "I had two try and pay me with great gold coins the size of hubcaps ten minutes ago."

"Did you really?" Mr. Weasley asked nervously.

Mr. Roberts looked for change to give Mr. Weasley. "Never been this crowded. Hundreds of pre-bookings. People usually just turn up. . ." He looked back out at the tents and I shifted on my feet nervously.

"Is that right?" Mr. Weasley asked, holding his hand out for the change but Mr. Roberts didn't give it to him.

"Aye. People from all over. Loads of foreigners. And not just foreigners. Weirdos, you know? There's a bloke walking 'round in a kilt and poncho." He scrutinized us again, looking at Trang and I in nearly identical outfits except she was wearing a red blouse.

"Shouldn't he?" Mr. Weasley said anxiously.

"It's like some sort of. . . I dunno. . . like some sort of rally, they all seem to now each other. Like a big party."

A wizard in plus-fours apparated next to him and pointing his wand he said sharply, "Obliviate!"

Trang shrieked and grabbed my arm. Instantly, Mr. Robert's eyes slid out of focus and a dreamy expression crept over his face.

"A map of the campsite for you and your change." Mr. Roberts said in a softer voice to Mr. Weasley.

"Thanks very much." Mr. Weasley said, taking both of the items.

The wizard in plus-fours accompanied us toward the gate. He looked exhausted with dark circles under his eyes and his chin was turning blue from cold. "Been having a lot of trouble with him. Needs a memory Charm ten times a day to keep him happy. And Ludo Bagman's not helping. Trotting around talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of his voice, not a worry about anti-Muggle security. Blimey, I'll be glad when this is over. See you later, Arthur." He Disapparated without another word.

Trang was still clutching my arm. "Is Mr. Roberts going to be okay?" she asked me in undertone.

"Of course." I said. "It doesn't hurt them, it simply removes the particular components of the magical abnormalities from their minds, that's all."

"But why did he have to forget?" Trang asked in a concerned voice.

"Muggles aren't supposed to know about our world. The only way Muggles find out about the magical world is in two ways. A) they have a magical child who's invited to a magical school or b) they marry someone from the magical world. Other than that, they aren't supposed to know." I said.

"Will they erase my mind if they find out that I'm a Muggle?" Trang asked, shivering.

"No." I said fiercely. "Don't worry about that. I have multiple tricks up my sleeve. And there is no reason for anyone to know that you aren't magical anyways. We don't just go around asking random people if they're muggles or not. You're with us, Trang. No one's going to notice unless you shout it through the magical microphone."

Trang didn't seem to relax any. I put an arm around her as we continued to walk. The sun had come out, making the clouds dissipate and we could see the tents now and thoughts of having her memory change were put out of Trang's mind.

The tents were so magical it was stupid that we even had Muggles at the front gates. I couldn't blame Mr. Roberts for being suspicious.

Trang looked around, her mouth dropped for what was probably a fifth time already and it wasn't even nine in the morning yet. There were tents with multiple floors, front gardens, back gardens, pools, and a large tent that obviously housed an Indian family. It looked like the palace from Aladdin and had peacocks tethered to the front of the tent.

"Always the same, we can't resist showing off when we get together. Ah, here we are, look, this is us." Mr. Weasley said with a smile.

There was a small plot of land with a sign in front of it that read WEEZLY. I giggled.

"Couldn't have a better spot! The field is just on the other side of the wood there, we're as close as we could be." Mr. Weasley said, dropping his backpack. "Right, no magic allowed, strictly speaking, not when we're out in these numbers on Muggle land. We'll be putting these tents up by hand! Shouldn't be too difficult. . . Muggles do it all the time. . . Here, Harry, where do you reckon we should start?"

Harry stared dully at the tents. He'd never been camping in his life. Trang moved forward and started instructing us all what to do. I gave her an encouraging smile. Mr. Weasley was a bit of a hindrance, especially when he got to use the mallet. Trang was laughing the entire time and looking very happy. I think she enjoyed being able to help.

We all looked back to see how the tents looked. I certainly thought they looked like Muggle tents. But Trang was frowning now. "How are we all going to fit?"

Mr. Weasley laughed kindly and said, "Go on ahead Trang."

Trang went into the tent and gasped. Harry and I quickly followed after her. Harry's jaw dropped so that Trang and him looked identical in awe.

There were three rooms- a sitting room, kitchen, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. The chairs were mismatched and the covers were crocheted. There was a strong smell of cats which I didn't mind, but it was a bit overwhelming.

"Well, it's not for long." Mr. Weasley said, mopping his bald patch with his handkerchief. It was hot in here. "I borrowed this from Perkins at the office. Doesn't camp much anymore, poor fellow, he's got lumbago." He picked up a kettle and said, "We'll need water. . ."

I quickly spoke, "Ron, Hermione, Harry, Trang, and I will go get water. The rest of you are going to look for firewood." The others stared at me and I shrugged, "That's what I saw when we got here anyways." I left out the fact that I hadn't actually seen Trang or I going with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

So, everyone else shrugged, accepting my word, and the five of us headed out of the tent. We quickly looked in the girls tent and Trang, Hermione, and I put our bags down. I made a mental note to give Fred and George their toffees.

The girls' tent was smaller- kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, and sitting room but the rooms were smaller. It was a good thing we didn't have more girls because there were only four beds. However, our tent was slightly cooler and there was no cat smell.

We set off across the campsite with pans and the kettle to fill them with water. The other campers were starting to wake up as well. The first to wake were the families with small children of course. For some reason, little kids weren't fans of sleep.

Trang, Harry, and I looked fascinated at a little boy no older than two, maybe three, who had a wand in his hand, poking a slug.

"Urgh." Trang complained as the slug grew to the size of a large salami. "That's disgusting."

I giggled, but privately agreed. His mother came out of the tent. "How many times, Kevin? You don't- touch- Daddy's- wand- yeecch!" She squealed as she stepped on the slug, making it explode.

"You bust slug! You bust slug!" The boy started to cry as the mother continued to scold him. Farther ahead, two twin girls were flying on toy broomsticks, only high enough that there toes skimmed the grass.

"Wow." Trang whispered softly. "Imagine if we'd had those as kids, Elizabeth."

"I had one." I said. "pink. But I didn't ride it often because dad didn't want me in the forest by myself and he never had time to watch me cause he was working so hard."

A ministry wizard hurried past us after the little girls muttering, "In broad daylight! Parents having a lie-in, I suppose-"

Adult wizards were emerging from the tents and starting to cook breakfast. A majority of them looked around furtively and conjured fires from their wands. Others were striking matches as though they thought they wouldn't work and then were so surprised that a fire was lit that they dropped the matches.

Three African Wizards were in a serious conversation and standing around a purple fire cooking rabbit. Trang stared at the purple fire with pleasure. Purple was her favorite color.

Suddenly, we were surrounded by a large amount of green. "Er- is it my eyes, or has everything gone green?" Ron asked.

The tents were covered in shamrocks, paper and real ones, so that they looked like hills that had sprung up from the Earth. We walked through and then we heard from behind us, "Harry! Ron! Hermione! Elizabeth!"

We all turned. It was Seamus Finnigan, a Gryffindor. He was sitting in front of his tent which was also covered in shamrocks. Trang seemed to be on the verge of laughing. There was a woman sitting with him who must've been his mother and his best friend Dean Thomas who was Muggle-born.

Seamus had grown his sandy hair out so that it tucked under his ears. Dean on the other hand was close to bald.

We headed over. "Like the decorations?" Seamus asked with a broad grin. "The Ministry's not too happy."

"Ah, why shouldn't we show our colors?" His mother said with beady eyes. "You should see what the Bulgarians have got dangling all over their tents. You'll be supporting Ireland, of course?" She added. We all nodded.

"Hey Elizabeth!" Dean said, "D'you know who's going to win?"

"Sure I do." I said honestly, "But why should I spoil it for everyone?"

Dean laughed though Mrs. Finnigan looked annoyed. Maybe she'd put down a bet.

We left and Ron muttered, "Like we'd say anything else surrounded by that lot."

"I wonder what the Bulgarians have got dangling all over their tents?" Hermione asked.

"Let's go and have a look." Harry said, pointing.

We made our way to the Bulgaria tents. Each one had a poster of Viktor Krum on them. They were moving, blinking and scowling. Trang looked at them, a bit disappointed for some reason.

Ron muttered something and Hermione asked, "What?"

"Krum!" Ron said a bit louder, "Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker!"

"He looks really grumpy." Hermione said mildly and Trang started laughing.

"Really grumpy!" Ron said exasperated, "Who cares what he looks like? He's unbelievable. He's really young too. Only just eighteen or something. He's a genius, you wait until tonight, you'll see."

"Actually." I said. "He's seventeen."

Ron gaped at me.

I shrugged, "What? I know my Quidditch players."

There was a line for the water and we got behind two wizards. One of them was a very old wizard, probably in his eighties or so with a long white beard, nearly as long as Dumbledore's. He was wearing a flowery nightgown. Then there was a Ministry wizard who was nearly crying with exasperation. He was holding a pair of striped trousers.

"Just put them on, Archie, there's a good chap. You can't walk around like that, the Muggle at the gate's already getting suspicious-"

"I bought this in a Muggle shop." The old wizard said stubbornly as though Muggle shops only sold clothes that were made for both sexes. "Muggles wear them."

Trang was already quietly giggling, her fist in her mouth.

"Muggle women wear them, Archie, not the men, they wear these." The ministry wizard said, brandishing the trousers in the old man's face.

"I'm not putting them on." Archie said in indignation. "I like a healthy breeze 'round my privates, thanks."

I started giggling too and soon, Trang, Hermione, and I all had to hurry out of line so they didn't hear us laughing. We only got back in line when Archie and the other wizard collected their water and disappeared. Then, we collected our water and headed back.

We walked much slower because of the water we were carrying. We saw many students from Hogwarts though we didn't talk to most of them.

When I heard a familiar voice calling for Harry, I turned. It was Oliver Wood, past captain of Gryffindor Quidditch team. He said hello to Hermione, Ron, and I and when he laid eyes on Trang, his face turned bright red and he said, "H-hello, who are y-you?"

I turned away, smiling. Aww! Oliver had a crush.

Trang's face wasn't anywhere near as red since her dark skin was hiding her blush but she said, "Hi, I'm Trang, Elizabeth's friend."

They stared at each other awkwardly for another second and then Oliver recovered and dragged Harry over to meet his parents. Then he told us all that he had been signed to Puddlemere United reserve team.

"Oh Congratulations Oliver." I said, delighted. "I'm really happy for you."

"Thanks Liz." Oliver said, flashing me a smile.

We said good-bye and were about to continue on when Oliver called Trang back. The four of us watched as she walked over, holding a pan of water. They talked for a few seconds and then she came back, a small smile on her face.

"What'd he want?" Ron asked quickly.

"None of your business." Hermione and I said together.

"My full name so he could send me an owl." Trang said happily.

We were hailed by Ernie Macmillan next, a Hufflepuff student in my house. He was especially friendly with Harry and me.

Then there was Cho Chang and Harry slopped water down his front when he waved to her. She was a Chinese girl, very pretty with long black hair.

"My hair used to be like that." Trang said, shooting Cho another glance as we moved on. "And then I dyed the ends golden."

Indeed, her hair was black up at the top but had turned Ombre gold down near the bottom.

"Where are you from?" Hermione asked in interest.

"Well my parents are from Vietnam." Trang said. "But I'm British."

I laughed. It was a bit of a joke between the two of us though the others didn't understand.

"Have you ever been to Vietnam?" Hermione asked in interest. "to visit or anything?"

"Yes." Trang said, nodding, taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes.

"I want to visit a lot of different countries." Hermione said wistfully.

"I just want to go to Australia." I said. "And Japan."

"You've been ages." George said when we finally got back to the tent.

"Met a few people." Ron said, setting his water pail down. I set the pan down, flexing my fingers. "You not got that fire started yet?"

"Dad's having fun with the matches." Fred said with a grin.

Splintered matches lay around his feet but he looked like he was having the time of his life. I giggled along with Trang.

"Oops!" he said when he lit one and then dropped it.

"Come here, Mr. Weasley." Trang said kindly, though grinning. She took the box from him, showing him how to do it properly and then let him do it himself.

The fire was lit, finally, though it took an hour for it to be hot enough that we could actually cook on it. Meanwhile, Trang and I were swapping Chocolate frog cards and eating them at the same time. Harry looked on in interest.

"Don't you have a collection?" I asked Harry as I traded a Dumbledore card for a Newt Scamander card. I already had twenty-five of him, but I also had sixty-three of Dumbledore and this way, it evened my cards out to twenty-six and sixty-two. I liked even numbers.

"Nah." Harry said. "I don't eat enough Chocolate frogs to keep up a collection. Not that my Uncle and Aunt wouldn't throw it out immediately anyways."

"Sad." I said bluntly, rearranging my cards in alphabetical order.

Ministry members ran back and forth trying to keep things under control and Mr. Weasley kept a running commentary of who was who and what they did. Trang kept looking up, interested. "That was Cuthbert Mockridge, Head of the Goblin Liaison Office. . . Here comes Gilbert Wimple; he's with the Committee on Experimental Charms; he's had those horns for a while now. . . Hello Arnie. . . Arnold Peasegood, he's an Obliviator- members of the Accidental Magical Reversal Squad, you know.. and that's Bode and Croaker. . . they're Unspeakables. . ."

"They're what?" Trang and Harry asked at the same time in interest, both of them pushing their glasses up on their noses. Fred caught my eye and we looked away before we laughed.

"From the Department of Mysteries, top secret, no idea what they get up to. . ." Mr. Weasley said and Trang looked over her shoulder to get a good look at them.

Mr. Weasley let Trang and I cook sausages and eggs. Mostly because it was rumored that I was a good cook and Trang already knew how to cook over a fire from her many camping trips.

The sausages and eggs were done in record time just as Bill, Charlie, and Percy were strolling toward us, looking refreshed.

"Just Apparated Dad." Percy said in a loud voice and looked around to see if anyone had heard him, "Ah, excellent, lunch."

I giggled quietly as Trang served out food to everyone. The sausages were juicy and the eggs were light and fluffy.

Halfway through our lunch period, Mr. Weasley jumped up, waving a man over. "Aha! The man of the moment! Ludo!"

Ludo Bagman was wearing old Quidditch robes from when he used to play. They had thick horizontal stripes of bright yellow and black. An enormous wasp was stitched onto the front of the robes. He was powerfully built in the shoulders and legs but his stomach was bulging against the robes. His nose was squashed, most like broken by a bludger. His eyes however, were bright blue. With his short blond hair and rosy complexion- he looked a bit how I thought an American schoolboy might look.

"Ahoy there!" Bagman called happily. He was walking with springs in his steps. "Arthur, old man, What a day, eh? What a day! Could we have asked for more perfect weather? A cloudless night coming. . . and hardly a hiccough in the arrangements. . . Not much for me to do!"

Behind him, four ministry wizards were rushing toward a wizard's tent where a fire had gotten out of hand. It was bright blue and was throwing violet sparks twenty feet into the air. Trang laughed aloud and then quickly stiffled it.

Percy hurried forward at that moment with his hand outstretched. Apparently he wanted to make a good impression. I rolled my eyes. If I didn't like someone, I wasn't going to act like I did to get on their good side. I'd act just as I said.

"Ah- yes." Mr. Weasley said with a knowing smile. "this is my son Percy. He's just started at the Ministry- and this is Fred- no, George, sorry- that's Fred- Bill, Charlie, Ron- my daughter Ginny- and Ron's friends Elizabeth Kane, Hermione Granger, Trang Nyguen, and Harry Potter."

Ludo lifted his eyes to Harry's forehead, looking at the scar.

"Everyone, this is Ludo Bagman, you know who he is, it's thanks to him we've got such good tickets-"

"Fancy a flutter on the match, Arthur?" Ludo asked, waving his hand aside.

I quickly got up and went inside the tent. I didn't want to be asked who was going to win. Once the betting was over, I headed back out, sitting down next to Bill.

"Couldn't do me a brew, I suppose? I'm keeping an eye out for Barty Crouch. My Bulgarian opposite numbers' making difficulties, and I can't understand a word he's saying. Barry'll be able to sort it out. he speaks about a hundred and fifty languages."

Trang looked at me from across the fire, her mouth open. I nodded. She got up and came and sat next to me.

"Mr. Crouch? He speaks over two hundred! Mermish and Gobbledegook and Troll. . ." Percy said with admiration.

Trang giggled, "What are those languages?"

"Mermish is mermaid-" I started.

"There's mermaids!"

"Anyone can speak Troll." Fred said in a dismissive voice, "All you have to do is point and grunt." About half of us laughed.

"Any news of Bertha Jorkins yet, Ludo?" Mr. Weasley asked and I stopped laughing. Harry and I exchanged an uncomfortable look.

"Not a dicky bird. But she'll turn up. Poor old Bertha. . . memory like a leaky cauldron and no sense of direction. Lost, you take my word for it. She'll wander back into the office sometime in October, thinking it's still July."

"Yeah, yeah there's mermaids and centaurs and dragons and pixies and fairies and unicorns." I muttered under my breath trying to ignore the ongoing conversation. "Ghosts, poltergeists, house-elfs, vampires, a lot of different magical creatures."

"You don't think it might be time to send someone to look for her?" Mr. Weasley suggested.

"There's a lot of creatures that even Muggles don't know about like bowtruckles or fire crabs or acromantula." I continued hurriedly.

"What are Acromantula?" Trang asked in interest.

"Huge talking spides." I said.

Trang shuddered.

"Barty Crouch keeps saying that." Ludo said, taking a tea from Percy. "but we really can't spare anyone at the moment. Oh- talk of the devil! Barty!"

Barty Crouch apparated out of the air, wearing a stiff, impeccable suit and tie. Everything from his neatly combed hairdo to his polished shoes yelled professionalism and rule-follower. Fred actually wrinkled his nose while I thought Percy might bend over and kiss his shoes.

"Pull up a bit of grass, Barty." Ludo said, patting the ground next to him.

"No thank you, Ludo. I've been looking for you everywhere. The Bulgarians are insisting we add another twelve seats to the Top Box."

"Oh is that what they're after? I thought the chap was asking to borrow a pair of tweezers. Bit of a strong accent." Ludo said.

Trang and I laughed.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Percy asked breathlessly, in a sort of half bow. Trang was giggling like mad.

"Oh. Yes- thank you, Weatherby." Mr. Crouch said in a bit of mild surprise, looking at Percy.

Tea spewed from my mouth as I snorted and I quickly covered my mouth. Fred and George both choked on their tea and Trang's giggles increased. Percy's ears turned red.

"Oh, and I've been wanting a word with you too, Arthur. Ali Bashir's on the warpath. He wants a word with you about your embargo on flying carpets." Barty Crouch said, staring down at Mr. Weasley as he still hadn't sat down.

"I sent him an owl about that just last week. If I've told him once I've told him a hundred times: Carpets are defined as a Muggle artifact by the Registry of Proscribe Charmable Objects, but will he listen?"

"Why are magical carpets banned?" Trang asked me in undertone.

"If a Wizard tried to sell it to a Muggle pawn shop for money- well Muggles don't think carpets fly now, do they?" I said.

"Ali thinks there's a niche in the market for a family vehicle." Mr. Crouch was saying, "I remember my grandfather had an Axminster that could seat twelve- but that was before carpets were banned, of course."

I rolled my eyes.

"Soo, been keeping busy, Barty?" Bagman asked stupidly.

"Fairly. Organizing Portkeys across five continents is no mean feat, Ludo." Mr. Crouch said in dry sarcasm.

"I expect you'll both be glad when this is over?" Mr. Weasley asked curiously.

Ludo Bagman managed to look shocked. "Glad! Don't know when I've had more fun... Still, it's not as though we haven't got anything to look forward to, eh, Barty? Eh? Plenty left to organize, eh?"

Mr. Crouch raised a disapproving eyebrow. "We agreed not to make the announcement until all the details-"

Ludo waved a hand. "Oh details! They've signed, haven't they? They've agreed haven't they? I bet you anything these kids'll know soon enough anyway. I mean, it's happening at Hogwarts-"

"Ludo, we need to meet the Bulgarians, you know." Mr. Crouch said interrupting whatever he was about to say. "Thank you for the tea, Wetherby." He pushed the tea back to Percy, untouched. Bagman got to his feet with a bit of difficulty, gold jingling in his pockets.

"See you all later! You'll be up in the top Box with me- I'm commentating!" He waved while Mr. Crouch simply gave us a curt nod and they both Disapparated.

"Wish Lee Jordan was commenting." I said mildly.

George laughed while Fred asked Mr. Weasley what was supposed to be happening at Hogwarts this year.

"You'll find out soon enough." Mr. Weasley said smiling.

"I won't." Trang said dejectedly.

"Don't worry, I'll write to you about it." I said.

"It's classified information, until such time as the Ministry decides to release it." Percy said in a stiff voice. "Mr. Crouch was quite right not to disclose it."

"Oh shut up, Weatherby." Fred said shortly.

I laughed again and then got up and went into the girls' tent to take a nap.

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lookwhatyoumademedohaha · 1 year

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The Weasely Family Cast

Everybody's talking about the Harry Potter reboot but you know what I really want to see in it?

An Indian Weasely Family. The Weasely family being wholesome,sweet, and absolutely chaotic. Fred and George up to no good. Charlie being the revolutionary rebel. Bill just being a loving brother and silently causing chaos and blaming it on Fred and George. Percy being Percy but occasionally joining in the fun. Ginny being teased by her brothers and fighting with them and being spoiled by them. Ron looking up to his brothers who are always there for him. Their sibling bond being chaotic and fun but at the end of the day, they are always there for each other.

I want Molly and Arthur being couple goals. Molly cooking dinner and Arthur coming home to her with groceries. Molly scolding the children strictly and Arthur just nodding in the background agreeing with her. Molly and Arthur hugging and kissing and cuddles their children and giving them the best they can.

They might not be the richest family but their home is filled with love, forgiveness, happiness,warmth, acceptance and laughter.

Let me dream of a universe where the below casting is actually possible.

Ron Weasley - Ali Hadji-Heshmati

And what if I wave my wand and nothing happens?”

“Throw it away and punch him on the nose," Ron suggested.

Ginny Weasely - Mandip Gill

"Well, that was a bit stupid of you, seeing as you don't know anyone but me who's been possessed by You-Know-Who."

Bill Weasely - Sacha Dhawan

Bill was — there was no other word for it — cool. He was tall, with long hair that he had tied back in a ponytail. He was wearing an earring with what looked like a fang dangling from it. Bill’s clothes would not have looked out of place at a rock concert, except that Harry recognized his boots to be made, not of leather, but of dragon hide.

Charlie Weasely - Vihaan Samat

‘How’re you doing, Harry?’ said the nearer of the two, grinning at him and holding out a large hand, which Harry shook, feeling calluses and blisters under his fingers. This had to be Charlie, who worked with dragons in Romania. Charlie was built like the twins, shorter and stockier than Percy and Ron, who were both long and lanky. He had a broad, good-natured face, which was weather-beaten and so freckly that he looked almost tanned; his arms were muscly, and one of them had a large, shiny burn on it.

Percy Weasely - Dev Patel

"Hello, Minister!" bellowed Percy, sending a neat jinx straight at Thicknesse, who dropped his wand and clawed at the front of his robes, apparently in awful discomfort. "Did I mention I'm resigning?"

Fred and George Weasely - Kanan Gill and Biswa Kalyan Rath or Kanan Gill and Kenny Sebastian (I know that they aren't identical but they just give me Fred and George vibes)

"Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?" said one of the twins, with an air of great surprise. "You should have said something, we had no idea."

"Hang on, I think I remember him saying something about it," said the other twin. "Once-"

"Or twice-"

"A minute-"

"All summer-"

"Oh, shut up," said Percy the Prefect.

Molly Weasely and Arthur Weasely - Kajol and Shah Rukh Khan

"...your father and I were made for each other, what was the point in waiting?"

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Hey can you please write a Victor krum story with a shy fem reader (reader is a weasley)! And her brothers find out about her and krum and they get over protective!! Thank you so much I love your work!

Yes! Of course, I really like this request actually! I think Krum is actually really sweet I’m even though he doesn’t seem like it!

Hermione and Y/n giggled as they read the letter Krum had sent the girl. He explained how he thought she was so beautiful and if she wanted to go to the ball with him.

The two had been seeing each other for a while now and Y/n was so happy he asked her out. “That is so sweet! you have to say yes!” Hermione said excitedly and the girl nodded. “Of course I’m saying yes, I’ve been waiting for this ever since our kiss two days ago, I really hoped her ask me out.” She said and Hermione squealed.

“You are not to tell Ron and the twins though, they’d kill him.” Ginny said from behind them as she leaned on the common room couch. “Obviously we aren’t telling them anything, they’d ruin it all.” Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“Not tell us what?” Ron asked as he, Harry and the twins walked in. “None of your business.” Y/n grumbled and folded the letter. “Now, now little sister, don’t be mean, tell us what’s going on.” George grinned.

“Shove off, you three.” Ginny said as she pushed Ron who came to stand next to her away. “Hey stop that! I am just standing.” He said annoyed.

“Oh, look at this, it wouldn’t have to do anything with what you aren’t telling us, does it?” Fred suddenly fished the letter out of Y/n’s hands and she gasped and tried to grab it back but George held her back.

Fred then proceeded to dramatically read the letter and the boys chuckled a bit Ginny tried grabbing it from him but he stepped out of the way and held it out of her reach.

“Such an adorable letter.” Fred teased. “Now let’s see who sent you this.” He grinned and looked at the name, his smile immediately dropping. “Krum? Bloody Krum sent you this?” He asked pointing the letter at her accusingly.

“Yeah? So what?” She said annoyed and grappled the letter away from his hands. “Obviously she’s going to say no!” Ron said. “You are right?” He turned to her.

“No! No I won’t say no! I will accept if of course! He’s really sweet.” She sis sand the three huffed and rolled their eyes. “Krum? He’s the opposite of sweet, besides, he’s the enemy.” George bellowed.

The three girls huffed and ignored them, heading to their dorms, Ginny joining Hermione and Y/n in their dorm.

“They are such morons, they can’t tell me what to do!” The girl said angrily. “Just ignore them, we’re going dress shopping tomorrow, and we won’t talk to them till they apologise!” Ginny said and the other two agreed.

So that’s what they did, they ignored the boys, except for Harry, as he didn’t really mind at all. They went dress shopping, Hermione got a beautiful blue gown, Ginny a green one with pink ribbons and Y/n got a long red dress along with a new pair of red earrings.

Later that day, Ron approached and they walked past him and didn’t say anything. He called after them but they just ignored it again.

The night of the ball, the three had gotten ready together, helping each other with make up and hair. They looked beautiful to say the least. Ginny was going with Neville and Hermione- who had broke and talked to Ron again, went with him, after he had cowardly asked her.

The girls walked down the stairs and many stared as they headed for their dates. “Y/n.” Krum greeted with his Bulgarian accent, making her name sound rather weird, but she didn’t mind. “Victor.” She greeted back.

He kissed her hand like a true gentle man and she giggled, making him smile. Putting a gentle hand on her waist, they walked to McGonagall who was gathering the champions and their dates.

Soon, the five champions opened the dance, Y/n had gotten way to much practice from her mother when she was younger, and Krum, somehow was a very good dancer.

As they danced, they suddenly heard yelling. “I see where that hand is, Krum! Not to low aye!” It was Fred and Y/n’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. “If you try anything I will hex you!” George’s voice sounded.

“We know lots of hexes! You probably wouldn’t be able to handle the second task after!” Fred agreed and their two little sisters glared at them and McGonagall had to shush them.

After the opening dance, the real party began and the students all danced and had fun. Krum twirled her around when suddenly she was pulled away. “If you don’t mind, we need to have a brother sister dance.” Fred said and took his sister away. She broke away from him and hit his shoulder.

“Stop being an arse!” She said annoyed. “I am protecting you!” He said and she rolled her eyes. “No, you’re being annoying, leave me alone, let me have fun for once.” She said and headed back for Krum.

“I’m so sorry about that.” She said and he smiled. “It is alright.” He said and they continued their night.

“Hey, Y/n, can I speak to you for a moment?” Ron’s voice sounded and she turned to him. “I swear to Merlin Ron, if you do not go back to Hermione I will hex you to the next century.” She said angrily and he ran off.

It had been the third time that night that he had come to interrupt them and she was so done with it.

When the night ended, he thanked her for the time they had. “I would like to show you Bulgaria some time when the tournament is over.” He said and her smile grew. “I would love that!” She said excitedly.

“That is great!” He beamed at her when the shrill voice of Karkaroff interrupted them and he looked rather annoyed. “Krum? Are you coming? We need to get back to the ship.” He said and he called back that he would be there.

“I will see you tomorrow?” He asked and she nodded. “Yeah, see you tomorrow.” She nodded. He leaned forward and kissed her. She smiled and kissed him back, feeling her cheeks flush.

“Goodnight.” He said when they pulled apart. With a last kiss on her cheek he left making her breath a laugh at the amazing night she just had. Yeah, run off back to your ship.” She turned around annoyed at her three brothers. “Can you not be so annoying?” She asked and they grumbled some things under their breath.

“He kissed you! That’s disgusting!” Ron said and Hermione, who just arrived shoved him angrily. “Leave her alone, Ron, she’s just had her first date!” The girl said angrily.

“What’s with you guys pushing me the whole time!” Ron then complained, and just like that, the topic changed and they left her alone about Krum.

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georgeweasleyslostearhq · 11 months

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HOW COME?

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: you go to the Joke shop and take a look around, not realising one of the owners watching you the whole time Warnings: none?

the shop was filled with kids and their parents, looking at everything that piled the shelves, kids wanting to buy everything and the parents shaking their heads at them. you managed to squeeze through and get some room to breath

they'd only been open for a week and it was this packed, it was an understatement to call this shop a hit.

the fluorescent colours were blinding you as you turned to see a boy, his face turning green with his mum by his side.

you looked around, smiling at every item you see. not knowing you were being watched from the second story of the shop.

you always knew the twins were gonna open a joke shop, but now that you're in it, reality hit you, they had really made their dreams come true. and they were successful.

you were friends of theirs, sort of- you weren't in their group but you three definitely talked quite a bit. if there was a project for potions- they would ask for your help and if you were paired up in transfiguration they would do their part.

you made your way over to the area that was glowing with pink and saw a large stand in the shape of flowers, glowing pink and creating little heart bubbles, it made you smile.

you picked up one of the bottles and read the label. you shook your head with a slight laugh as you read love potion in a pretty font.

"I'll give you a discount for that if you want" you heard his voice from behind you

you turned to see Fred with a smile on his face

"but, then again, it would be a useless purchase" he smirked at you, stepping closer, looking down at you

"how come? do they not work?" you asked curiously

"oh they work perfectly, but you're not gonna need it" he shook his head ammused

"and why is that?" you questioned, tilting your head

truth be told, you always had feelings for the boy, he ticked all your boxes. funny, loyal, tall, confident, passionate and witty.

but he was just so popular and almost every girl you know was swoon over him

"why try to use something when it's already worked without it?" he chuckled.

Fred would be an idiot to deny his feelings for you. he never would've told you this in Hogwarts, he never would've been this straight forward with you about this before, because even THE popular Fred Weasley was self-conscious sometimes.

he sometimes just looked at you and felt as though he wasn't enough, that he couldn't give you what you deserved

but now he was a successful business man, making big bucks. when he saw you enter the shop 10 minutes ago, he knew what he had to do, he knew he could give you anything your heart desired, if you'll have him

"how so? last time i checked I've had no guy chase after me" you laughed, putting the bottle down beside you on the flower stand.

you raised your eyebrows at him, waiting for his response

"who knows, maybe he hasn't been around you for a while, maybe he was waiting for you to come to him" he shrugged confidently.

you knew what he meant, he never failed to make flirtatious comments, so you brushed it off, even though the butterflies made their way to your stomach.

"and who might this young man be? I should probably go find him, I wouldn't want to keep him waiting" you smiled coyly

"I can't remember his name, but I can describe him for you, maybe tell you were he is" he smirked, leaning down

"do tell" you leaned in too, eager to continue and get to the point

"well I heard he has red hair, he's pretty tall too, I heard he's 6'3. he's pretty handsome too, I think you'll like him, he comes from a pretty big family, and I'm pretty sure I see him in the shop everyday" he informed you cheekily

"wow, I never knew George felt that way about me, I should probably go find him" you snickered, looking at his annoyed face. you were only teasing.

"George? that doesn't seem to ring a bell, I'm pretty sure his name started with an F" he rubbed his chin, looking deep in fake thought

"wow" you gasped "you're not implying what I think you are, are you Fred?" you gasp in faux shock

"Fred! that's his name, he sounds dreamy, doesn't he?" he clicked his fingers

"you should see him in person" you chuckled, his smirk dropped and instead, a small smile made it's way onto his lips

"maybe you should go and ask him out, I heard his favourite place is the three broomsticks" he replied joyfully

you hummed, thinking for a second "nah, I'll let him ask me since he's so in love with me"

"I don't know, he might be nervous" he tilted his head

"then you should go tell him he has nothing to be nervous about" you leaned in and whispered to him, as if it was a secret. he smiled and looked at the ground, his tongue running along his upper teeth, tapping the wood of the floor with his boot

"will do" he answered, a sweet grin on his face

"you stay right here, I think I just saw him" he pat your shoulder, stepping away from you before coming back a few seconds later

"hello there" he said happily

"hello Fred, fancy seeing you here!" you beamed

"I know, I thought I'd pop in and see how successful the shop is" he looked around, motioning to all the chaos, making you shake your head in amusement

"it's incredible isn't it? I must say I'm very proud of the two" your comment made him blush slightly, and you could tell it caught him a bit off guard

"so, I don't know if you know this but some handsome young bloke came up to me just then and said you would go on a date with me" he responded

"only if you asked" you blinked

"well then, how would you like to go the three broomsticks with me this weekend, Saturday maybe?" he asked you

"your favourite right?" you raised your eyebrows

he gasped "how'd you know?" he placed a hand over his heart

"lucky guess" you giggled

"so what do you say? will you go out on a date with me? a successful businessman, who is -said to be- very attractive" he question sheepishly

"Saturday?" you asked "I don't know I might be busy-"

"-Sunday?" he cut you off

"I was kidding, Saturday sounds perfect" you grinned up at him

"great, perfect. Meet me here at 11- in the morning, or night, is night better?" he rambled quietly

"11 at night? bit late don't you think?" you questioned

"right yeah, morning is more reasonable" he nodded

"well th-" he started but got cut off by George

"-Fred, I need help!"

Fred looked back at his twin and back at you, sparing a kiss to your cheek

"see you then, Love" he winked before rushing to George

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#fred weasley #fred weasely x y/n #harry potter imagine #fred weasley imagine #fluff #weasley family #james phelps #imagines #weasley is our king #amortentia #love potion #oneshot #x fem!reader #hogwarts #fred and george

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The Best Admirer

Fred! Weasley x GN!Reader

(Friends to lovers <3)

This is a Gender nuetral fic. I have only ever written for Fem! but I tried my best to use language that was GN. Let me know if there is anything I can do to improve!

a/n: Sorry for taking so long with this fic. I wanted to try something different. You and Fred are in your sixth year, also scabbers isn't Petter Pettigrew in this he is just a rat lol. Thank you for all the likes and interactions! I'm glad you all like my content. Feel free to request more Harry Potter fics for any character! As always feel free to interact and comment :) Not proof read!

Summary: You have been receiving letters from a secret admirer for weeks. The only problem is you are in love with Fred Weasley, who acts like you are best buds and nothing more. What happens when the secret admirer decides they are done sending letters and wants to meet in person.

This is the sixth letter you have received in the last two weeks. Not that you aren't flattered, you just wish that this "secret admirer" would reveal themselves already. You aren't the most patient person, you never have been and all these letters are pushing your curiosity.

The first letter was lovely. You had never had someone pay that much attention to you or at least tell you about it. It made you start questioning who this mystery person was.

"Dear Y/n, A few days ago I saw you sitting in the library, catching up on DADA homework. I have never seen anyone look so ethereal. How can someone look so unearthly, while doing something so mundane? The way you stick your tongue out ever so slightly when you are writing, or when you bite your lip when you are focused on something so intense makes me melt. I've never seen something so perfect. I hope I don't sound creepy, but I wanted to express how amazing you are to me.

Love, your secret admirer."

After the third one, your curiosity increased. You had no clue who it could be. Valentine's Day was coming up and you wondered if your admirer would reveal themselves soon. As selfish as it was you only had one person you hoped this could be.

Fred Weasley

You and Fred have been friends since the first year after he defended you against a seventh-year student who thought it was funny to make fun of your glasses.

Fred has always been a good friend to you. You're close to George as well, but it could never compare to the connection you have with his brother. You and Fred understand each other in a way no one else could. You didn't develop a crush on him until your third year, but ever since then, your feelings have only grown.

It's a cold and wet February day, not that you mind. You've always found comfort in the rain.

You are walking to class with a group of your friends, holding the latest letter in your hand, when you hear distinct laughter behind you.

"OI, BUNNY!" You hear footsteps bounding behind you as you turn around to see Fred and George sharing a wide smile and jogging to catch up to you.

"I'll catch up with you lot later." You wave to your friends as they continue walking to McGonagall's classroom.

"Bunny please tell George that I am your favorite Weasley. He seems to have it in his diluted mind that HE is the favorite and that just cannot be true, can it?" Fred smirks, knowing you would choose him over George any day of the week.

"Hmm, but you aren't." You hold back a smile as Fred's face falls in confusion and George's eyes perk up in interest.

"Yeah, yeah I thought you knew. Scabbers is definitely my favorite Weasley." You say with a smile as you start walking.

Fred's face turns from confusion into full disgust.

"You choose A RAT over ME?? A literal RAT." Fred says sounding appalled, only having to take a few steps until he's beside you, George following suit.

"I don't blame her, he is way less annoying than you" George remarks, a smirk appearing on his face before his brother pushes him into the corridor wall.

"Why do you hurt me so, love?" Fred feigns a frown, clutching his chest as if you've injured him.

"I am sorry darling, how will I ever repay you?" You respond, giggling softly at the boy's overdramatic ways.

"Hmmm, profess your undying love for me and maybe I will forgive you" He spoke with a mischievous grin, dodging your hand barrelling towards him with a laugh.

"In your dreams, Weasley" You retort, rolling your eyes but turning away to hide the blushing smile creeping upon your face.

You, Fred, and George walk to class, lowering your heads as you walk in the classroom trying to be discreet so you don't feel disappointment in Mcgonagals gaze when she sees that you are late as always.

You normally sit with Fred but decided to sit next to Hermione today, you wanted to read the note without Fred questioning what you were doing. You NEEDED to figure out who this mystery person was. It was eating you alive. Fred would just complicate things, he would probably try and read the letter and you did NOT want to explain what was happening. And yes maybe it was because you were secretly hoping it was him, and him seeing the letter and not knowing what it was would ruin that thought for you. So you were keeping it a secret. At least until you figure out who it is.

You kept reading the letters over and over again. You were obsessed at this point. Whoever this was obviously knew you well, they write as if they've known you for a long time. They would add details that you are sure you have only told a few people. They knew your favorite color, flower, and food, they even knew that you preferred to keep your hair long and over your ears because you felt insecure about it. If they weren't so poetic and sweet in their words you would be creeped out but you could tell this person was genuine, just by the way they wrote to you, as if you were someone worth writing for.

The next few days you became distant from everyone around you. You stayed to yourself in class, at the library, in your dorm. You wanted to figure out the letters so you decided the best way to investigate and you needed there to be no distractions. Even though you are an introvert you at least talk to your friends, especially Fred and George. All you could think about though was those stupid letters and who it could possibly be. You ruled out the majority of your friends, as you only have a small group of them.

You begin reading another letter.

"Dear Y/n, I must confess, I've admired you in secret for quite a while now. I've been enchanted by your beauty, intelligence, kindness, and your grace. I am scared you will not look at me the same after finding out who I am. I fear it will affect our connection. I just can't love you in secret anymore. So I have decided to explain how I feel in these letters in the hope you will understand exactly how I feel about you. I am not always great at expressing how I feel out loud so I hope this will make up for it. I admire you for many reasons but here are a few I can point out. I admire the way you carry yourself with such confidence and poise, yet remain humble and kind in your words and actions. Your inner beauty reflects the outer, captivating all who have the privlidge of seeing it. I will reveal myself soon my love. For now, I will continue to send these letters and poems as a reminder that I have loved you before, I will love you now, and I will love you after. With love, your secret admirer."

As you sit by the black lake re-reading the letter in your hands, you are pulled from your thoughts when you hear your name being called in the distance.

"Y/N" You hear, voice loud despite being almost a football field away from you. You know who it is obviously, you could recognize that voice anywhere. George. You slam your book shut, the letter hiding beneath the pages.

As the boy gets closer you wonder what he's doing alone. It's strange to see him without his brother by his side, both walking in sync, talking or laughing about the next prank/invention they are going to whip up. So seeing him walk up alone was very odd.

"Hey bunny, where have you been?" He questions sitting next to you, taking his shoes off making sure not to get dirt on the blanket scrawled out beneath you both. Bunny a nickname given to you by Fred in your first year on the ride to Hogwarts, he told you it's because your eyes and nose reminded him of a bunny and coincidently it is now your patronus.

"Oh you know, just been busy with potions work. Snape has really pilled it on this week, just trying to make sure I stay on track" You say trying not to show the nervousness buried beneath your smile.

"Fred and I could've helped you with that, Snape may be sick of us but we are damn good at potions" He replies with a cocky smirk, not noticing the lie. You're glad Fred isn't here because he would have seen right through you and questioned you until you spilled.

"Did you need something, not that I don't enjoy your company but you came down here with a sort of determination" You laughed softly while speaking, showing your amusement at the ginger's abrupt greeting.

George's face lit up as if he remembered something important and then reached for his pocket.

"Actually yes" He grins while pulling a pink-tinted letter. A letter that looked all too familiar.

Your eyes widened in surprise. What the HELL was George doing with that letter. Your mind raced as you tried to remember if you might've dropped or misplaced one of the letters, but that couldn't be possible since you kept them in your nightstand with an enchanted lock. You tried to hide your horrified expression as you thought just for a second that George was the one who was sending you these letters. Just as you were about to speak he cleared things up.

"I was told to give this to you, urgent matter" He wiggled his eyebrows while handing it to you, a boyish grin on his face the whole time.

You took the letter with hesitation staring at it, then looking back at George dumbfounded.

"Who gave this to you?" You questioned, shaking the letter with your hand.

"You'll just have to read it and find out I guess" He answered, not giving you much before standing up and placing his shoes back on his feet. Not before you see the small grin that he is obviously trying to hide.

You sit there watching him walk away, not knowing what to think you open the letter placed in your hand.

" Dear Y/n, Hello love, I hope you are well on this beautiful day. By the time you read this letter, I will be preparing. I have sent George to find you and give you this letter for a very special reason. If you want to meet me and know who I am, I will be at the astronomy tower tonight waiting for you. Meet me there at 9 o'clock tonight, bring your wand ;) Love, your secret admirer."

He wants to meet, tonight.

You look up to see the sun setting behind the water and realize it is time for dinner.

You immediately get up and flick your wand, effectively clearing your area of the lawn and packing up your things neatly into your bag. You snatch the bag and run to the castle.

You sit down next to Fred, he looks up at you with a smile. You realize you've been ignoring him for the past couple of weeks. You've been so busy with these letters you haven't even been sitting with him at dinner, as you normally always do.

"Oi Bunny, finally decided to sit next to me have you?" Fred says in a fake annoyed tone, not hiding the smile on his face when you look at him with guilt.

"Don't act as if you haven't missed me dearly darling" You speak, falling back into the playful banter you're used to.

"I'm not acting anything, love. I can't believe you left me with the kids, I've had to get a second job to pull the load" He fake sobs putting his face into his hands.

You rub his back laughing "Oh I am so sorry, honey. I'll buy you a new broom to make up for it."

His head shoots up with a smile "All is forgiven, buttercup"

You both laugh as George and Lee look between the two of you with confusion on their faces.

"You lot are so odd," George says laughing.

You enjoy the rest of dinner throwing banter with your friends, soaking in the time spent with them. You didn't realize how much you missed them until now. You wanted to enjoy this before you met your mystery person tonight.

You didn't realize you were staring at Fred the whole dinner until he looked at you and asked if there was something on his face. You responded by tucking your face away as it turned beet red.

"What should I wear? What if this is a prank? What if it's a first year or something?? Oh god, was I too nice to that one Ravenclaw in the great hall last month when he spilled milk on himself and I helped him clean it up???" You rant, pacing back and forth in your dorm.

Your friend who was sitting on the bed in front of you stands up grabbing your shoulders.

"Calm down! Breath!" they say shaking you back and forth, making you look at them.

They push you onto the bed and walk to the closet while talking.

"It is not a prank, you are a catch! I'm surprised you aren't getting letters from every person at Hogwarts by now" They say winking at you cheekily. "It is not a first year, especially not that Ravenclaw bloke" They answer putting clothes on the bed next to you in stacks. "If you want me to be honest I think it's a certain redhead who is always ogling you from afar without you noticing." They look at you waving their eyebrows and smirking.

"Who? Ron???" You ask with a look of disgust.

"No, you can be so daft sometimes you know" They roll their eyes in disappointment. "Fred, of course. Who else looks at you like you hold the stars in your eyes"

"Fred? No way." You put your head down hiding the blush threatening to rise to your cheeks. "He most definitely does not look at me like that. Besides, I think he likes Angelina." You can't help the jealousy raging in your chest as you think about it.

"What? No way! She and George have been going out for weeks now, they follow each other around like lovesick puppies. You've been so busy focusing on these letters you just haven't noticed." They speak knowingly as they pick up an outfit and hold it up for you to try on, pushing it towards you.

You breathe out in relief at the new information, standing up and heading to the bathroom. More of your roommates come into the dorm and help you get ready, excited for you to finally meet the person who has occupied your thoughts for the past few weeks.

Every time you come out of the bathroom you get their opinions and then shoved back in with 20 more items. After an hour, you finally walk out of the bathroom and the room is completely silent. Everyone is in awe just staring at you, mouths open.

"What?? What's wrong?" You hurriedly speak, looking down at yourself and then back at everyone with concern on your face.

Everyones face lights up and they start speaking all at once.

"You look amazing!"

"You're so hot omg!"

"Who is this lucky git who gets to see you like this"

They flood you with compliments, all agreeing this is the outfit you NEED to wear tonight.

Girl outfit ideas 1,2,3.

Guy outfit ideas 1,2,3.

Gn outfit ideas 1,2,3.

(Feel free to imagine any outfit you want these are just some ones I like)

Your friend takes your hand and drags you to the full-length mirror in the middle of the room, a big smile on their face, placing you in front of it and showing you the outfit in all its glory.

"You have to wear this, you look amazing. Anyone would be lucky to see you in this on a date like wow." They say in awe, everyone else in the room sharing their looks and sounds of approval.

They give you some accessories and pull the outfit fully together. You do your hair put some makeup on, look in the mirror, and smile.

Getting ready helped ease your nerves but now that you are ready and you have to wait all of the anxiety is coming back full force. The overwhelming thoughts flood back into your brain.

What If I don't like the person?

Can someone really like me this much?

Should I even go?

Before you could get too lost in your thoughts you heard the clock.

Dingggg, dinggggg, dingggg

You look up and read the time.

Shit I'm going to be late

You take one last look in the mirror and grab your wand before leaving the dorm and sneaking down the stairs.

You sneak around the castle making sure to not run into any prefects or Filch. When you get to the tower door you take a deep breath before continuing up the stairs.

When you walk into the tower the doorway is lined with candles leading to the middle of the room, as you continue walking you see a blanket with flower petals lying around the beautifully woven cloth. A wicker basket sits in the middle of the blanket, overflowing with bread, pastries, cheese, and jam.

As you are processing the sight before you, footsteps coming from behind you make you freeze.

"I almost thought you wouldn't come" A deep husky voice comes from behind you, giving you goosebumps across your skin.

Fred?

You turn around slowly, your face showing the shock you feel in your bones.

"Y-you?" You stutter releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Disappointed?" Fred questions, a shy smile on his face but you can hear the nervousness in his voice.

"Is this real? I mean are you being serious?" A mix of questioning and genuine shock bleeding into your words as you speak. You feel as if the room is spinning as you try to grasp the reality of this situation.

"Do you think I would joke about this? Come on Bunny, I know I make jokes and pranks but I'm not a foul git." Fred laughs trying to ease the tension that lingers in the space between you before he continues.

"I have felt this way for a very long time, I just haven't known how to tell you" He walks towards you slowly, and you finally sink back into the moment enough to see the flowers in his hands.

"(Your favorite flower)" You say softly, staring at the beautifully arranged bouquet in his hands. "How did you-"

"In the third year, you had a muggle book of flowers, you left it in the common room one day and when I returned it to you I noticed a particular page that looked more worn than the others. I just figured this was your favorite. Other than that it just suits you. If I were to imagine you as a flower I'd guess this one." Fred looks down and blushes as he realizes he just went on a rant about you as a flower but quickly tries to save his confidence by looking back up and stepping closer to you holding the bouquet out for you to take.

You look into his eyes and then at the flowers before taking them. You were completely and utterly dumbfounded. Never in a million years did you believe this moment would ever happen, but you couldn't be happier.

You smile brightly at Fred. "Thank you, Fred. Genuinely, this is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me."

"For you anything" He replies, looking down at you with nothing but pure adoration in his eyes.

He offers his hand for you to take and you accept, putting your hand in his. You blush realizing how large his hands actually are. He leads you to the blanket and keeps your hand in his as he helps you sit. He moves to the other side of the blanket, taking two glasses and filling them with wine. He hands one to you and takes a deep breath before speaking again.

"Y/n, I love you. I have loved you since the first year when I saw you at the sorting ceremony. You had big dorky glasses and your face was bright as a tomato, I saw how nervous you were going up in front of everyone but I never understood why. When I saw you I thought you were the most beautiful person I had ever seen, I couldn't understand how someone could be nervous when they had absolutely nothing to hide from. It wasn't just me, I saw how other people looked at you as well. It isn't just your looks that drew me in though, it was that quiet giggle I heard behind me when I accidentally hit Marcus Flint with a dung bomb. It was the most amazing sound I had ever heard in my entire life. That sound is the single reason I continued to prank people. I wanted to hear you laugh any chance I got and eventually, I started enjoying pranking and making jokes because it was fun. I am telling you this because I want you to understand how much you have turned my life upside down Y/n L/n. I understand if you don't feel the same but I couldn't keep this from you any longer. I meant everything I wrote in those letters, I didn't know how to tell you how I felt without ruining our friendship. I wasn't even going to send the letters when I began writing them, I wrote letters for you for over a year before I sent the first one. I saved them in hopes that one day I could send them and finally express how I felt to you. I know this is a lot to process and I am sorry if this is too much for you and if you need time I fully understand." Fred expresses holding your hand and looking into your eyes taking in every expression on your face. At the end, he releases a long breath, and you can see his shoulders relax. You now understand how much this had affected him and how long he has been hiding.

He stares at you waiting for you to speak or even make a sound, when suddenly you smash your lips against his. His eyes widen in surprise and he sinks into the kiss. He grips the back of your head, not roughly but hard enough to keep you in the same position. You grip at his shirt, as your mouths continue to move perfectly in sync. When both of you finally pull away your chest heaves, trying to steady your breathing.

"I feel the same way Fred, you don't even understand how glad I am that it is you" You smile, face flushed at the realization of the bold move you just pulled.

"Well, I'd bloody hope so, or do you just like kissing your friends?" You both laugh, the sound airy and light.

You sit and talk for hours under the starlight. Both sharing smiles and laughs, enjoying each other's company. Fred gives you his jacket when he sees you shiver and you take in the warmth, noticing he put on a new cologne you've never smelt before. You sit, eat, talk, and cuddle until you realize how late it is.

"Oh shit" You shriek, sitting up quickly. "What time is it?" You look back at Fred, still lying on the blanket. His eyes go wide as he checks his watch.

You and Fred clean up the blanket and food and begin walking to the door.

You feel your wrist being tugged and you look behind you.

"Hold on, I know a different way." He grins widely and drags you to the other side of the tower, he pulls out his wand. He gestures his wand at you, telling you to bring yours out.

"Repeat after me, revelio" He asks

Fred holds up three fingers, pointing his wand at the floor and you follow suit. When the last finger goes down you speak in unison.

"Revelio"

Suddenly the floor opens up and a staircase unfolds before your eyes. You stand there shocked, wondering how Fred discovered this mystery passage.

"Lumos" Fred mumbles and light shoots out of his wand, allowing you to see down the stairs. He gestures for you to take his hand and you hesitantly accept.

"Trust me, it's just a passage. I would never put you in harm's way." Fred assures you, turning forward after you nod your head and he begins descending the steps.

You continue hand in hand down the stairs, and when you reach the bottom you realize you are right next to the Gryffindor common room.

"How in the world did you figure this out?" You question astonished. You think back to all of the pranks he has pulled without getting caught and into trouble, it makes you wonder how many of these secret passages he has figured out.

"A good magician never reveals his secrets" Fred smirks and whispers the password to the very tired and annoyed fat lady.

He walks you to your dorm stairs and you both blush and giggle staring at each other.

"I guess this is goodnight" Fred whispers, looking at you as if you hold the sun in your eyes.

"I guess it is" You reply, both of you slowly leaning in.

"Goodnight"

You close the space between you and share a sweet and loving kiss.

You pull away first but Fred chases your lips making you giggle into another peck.

"Okay, okay we really need to get to bed" You laugh lightly, trying to be quiet and not make yourselves known to any nosy students.

"You really want to go" He pouts, even though he is joking you can see the hesitation in his eyes. Not wanting this moment to end.

"I'll see you tomorrow" You smile, enjoying watching him yearn for your affection.

"Promise?"

"I promise"

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No Matter What - F.Weasley

Summary: Y/N is finally meeting Fred’s parents and his eldest brothers for the holidays. She’s nervous but Fred assures her that he would love her no matter what.

Word Count: 1507

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Use of Y/N, nervousness, Fem!Reader, non specific house, betting

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Y/N and Fred had been together for nearly a year. They had started dating right after New Years. For this Christmas, instead of spending the holiday at Hogwarts, Fred had invited her to the Burrow for Christmas, which she agreed to happily. However this would be the first time she had met his parents, Bill and Charlie, the two eldest Wealsley boys coming home for the holidays. She already knew George, Ginny, Ron and Percy through school but meeting the parents of the Weasley clan was something that made her nervous.

It was officially the first day of break, she was packed and ready to go, waiting by the Fat Lady’s painting for Fred and the rest of the Weasley’s, the first one to exit the portrait was George and right behind him was Fred. “You ready to go love?” Fred asked her with a bright smile on his face.

“I’m ready, let’s go boys,” She replied, matching her boyfriend’s smile. Fred was blissfully unaware of how nervous she was, he was just excited to go home to see the rest of his family, sure he had a majority of them at Hogwarts but he missed his parents dearly. He linked arms with his girlfriend who had linked arms with his twin as the three of them pranced their way to the exit of Hogwarts.

Once they were on the train, then Fred finally took notice of how nervous his girlfriend actually was. “Why are you so nervous? I told you everyone is going to love you!”

“I know but I can’t help it. What if your mum doesn’t like me? Or your dad?” She asked, concern lacing her voice. Fred grabbed her hand and squeezed it, looking right in her eye.

“They will love you, I promise. Have I ever lied to you? Like ever?” Fred asked, she shook her head no, “So why would I lie about this? Mum and dad will love you. No question about it. George, a little backup here?” George perked up and looked right at his brother’s girlfriend, a mischievous smirk on his face.

“Oh no, I entirely disagree. I think mum will claim her as her own child, another daughter. You know how much she loves having a single girl in the house, now imagine her with another girl in the house that loves her son just as much as she does,” George said, Y/N giggling slightly, the twins doing fantastic at their job to make her feel better.

“Thank you Freddie and Georgie. I appreciate it a lot.”

She was calm for the rest of the ride, the nervous feeling only returning once they flooed into the Burrow. She was right after George to get to the Burrow, Fred and the other’s right behind her.

“My children are home! Hello my darlings! I’ve missed you!” Molly exclaimed from the kitchen, her voice getting louder until she had reached the fireplace. “You must be Y/N! Oh you are gorgeous, it’s so nice to finally meet you!” Molly pulled the girl in for a hug which surprised her, she was stunned for a moment until she finally remembered to hug the woman back.

“It’s nice to finally meet you too Mrs. Weasley. Freddie wouldn’t shut up about coming home to your cooking. He always says the house elves have nothing on you,” Y/N replied.

“Oh dear, call me Molly. Mrs. Weasley makes me feel old.”

“Can I steal my girlfriend back to introduce her to dad? You’re going to suffocate her woman,” Fred joked to his mother. Molly let go of the girl before quickly apologizing.

“I’m sorry dear, Fred just hasn’t stopped talking about you, I’ve been so excited to finally meet you!”

“I’ve been so excited to meet you too!”

“Okay, love, let’s go meet my father before my mum steals you for the rest of the holiday,” Fred grabbed his girlfriend’s hand and led her to the back yard where Arthur was tinkering with some muggle objects. “Dad, this is my girlfriend Y/N, love, this is my father.”

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Weasley, Freddie has told me loads about you,” She said with a smile.

“He’s said loads about you too! He told me you’re a half-blood, can you tell me what it’s like to have a muggle parent?” Arthur replied.

“Dad-”

“No, it’s fine Fred, I enjoy talking about my life as a half-blood, I got the best of both worlds really. I got to experience things as a witch but also as a muggle,” She explained to the man. Arthur continued to ask the girl questions, Fred eventually leaving the two of them to talk about the muggle world so he can go catch up with his mother.

“Where’s Y/N, dear?” Molly asked her son.

“Lost her to dad. They’re talking about muggles.” Fred replied.

“I had a feeling that would happen. You’ve got a good one Fred. That’s a keeper she is.”

Fred and Molly took the time to catch up, Fred telling her about school and Molly telling him about new things that she had done while her children had been away. They took their sweet time catching up until dinner was ready, Molly tasking Fred to call in Arthur and Y/N, so he went outside where he saw the two who had just met hugging, his father treating his girlfriend as one of his own. It made Fred’s heart warm to see it.

“Mum said dinner is ready,” Fred was apprehensive to interrupt but was glad he did deep down because he could finally steal his girlfriend back. Arthur was the first to let go of the girl and happily went into the house, Y/N meeting Fred halfway so they could walk into the house together. “I see that you and dad get on well.”

“Yeah, he’s a delight Freddie! He reminds me of you a little bit. You both get very passionate when you talk about things you love or have an interest in. Your eyes light up and you can talk for days about whatever it is. You two have that in common,” She smiled as they walked towards the house.

“See, I told you, there was no reason to be nervous. I do owe George a galleon now though.”

“What? Why? What did you two bet on this time?”

“I said mum would be the one to steal you but Georgie said dad would. George was right.” The two of them laughed about the bet as they entered the house and sat at the dinner table.

Dinner went well, the Weasley’s that didn’t know Y/N got to know her and what she had liked. She had learned some new embarrassing stories about the twins as the conversation went on. And then, Molly pulled out the photo albums much to all of the Weasley children’s dismay. Y/N, Herminone and Harry, however, thoroughly enjoyed seeing pictures of their significant others as children, it gave them perfect ammunition to use against them if needed.

Molly stayed up with the girl for a while finally getting the time to talk to her one on one to get to know her and her intentions with dating one of her sons. Y/N assured Molly that Fred was the love of her life; that there was nothing to be worried about when they were at Hogwarts because she would be there for Fred, no matter what. Molly felt lighter hearing this but she felt even better as she went on about her other children that were attending Hogwarts as well.

“Mrs. Weasley, I promise you that I will look after and care for Ginny, George and Fred when they’re away from you. They’re my family too and I care about them a lot. They mean the world to me,” Y/N assured the woman next to her. The woman pulled the girl into a tight hug as a thank you before sending her off to bed once she realized the time. She went up to the twins’ room and climbed right into Fred’s bed where he was already half asleep.

“Have a good talk with mum?” Fred asked her sleepily.

“A really good talk. I’ll tell you about it in the morning,” She replied as she was getting under the covers with him. As soon as she was under the covers, he pulled her into his side and dropped a lazy kiss to the top of her head.

“Night, I love you.”

“I love you too Freddie. Good night.”

She had never felt so welcomed by another family before, she already felt like she was a part of the Weasley family. She knew that the family would always hold a special place in her heart no matter what happened. Fred was happy that she was quick to become part of the family, that she was quick to care for his family. He knew that he would never let her go, no matter what.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasly x reader #fred weasely x y/n #fred wealsey fic #weasley twins #weasley family #weasley siblings #george weasley #harry potter fandom #harry potter

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OH MICKY UR SO FINE!!!~

#weasley family #fred weasley #george weasley #fred weasley x reader #george weasly x reader #fred weasley smut #george weasely smut #harry potter

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Dating Fred Weasley

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hogsmeadcafe · 3 months

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𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐘/𝐍

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Ron being an asshole

Unspoken Affections

Title: Unspoken Affections

Fred Weasley felt a peculiar tug in his heart whenever he saw Y/N, a Slytherin whose mere presence lit up the dim corridors of Hogwarts. Yet, he couldn't muster the courage to confess his feelings, haunted by the fear of disappointing his family, especially his siblings. Over the winter break, Fred's melancholy grew as he witnessed each of his siblings happily entangled in romance. He confided in his parents, who, instead of reproaching him, offered understanding and support. Molly, though concerned, urged Fred to bring Y/N to the Burrow for Christmas, hoping the festive cheer would alleviate his despondency. As Y/N stepped into the warmth of the Burrow, Fred's heart fluttered with nervous anticipation. However, his hopes were soon overshadowed by tension when Ron, his usually jovial brother, made disparaging remarks about Slytherins, insinuating ties to dark magic and blood purity. Y/N, visibly uncomfortable, struggled to maintain composure as Ron's words pierced through the jovial atmosphere. Unable to bear the injustice, Molly Weasley's patience snapped like a taut string. With a stern voice, she reprimanded Ron, her words echoing in the room with a force that silenced everyone. "Foolish boy, judging others based on outdated prejudices! Love knows no house, no blood status. It's time you learn to respect others, Ronald Weasley!" Fred's heart swelled with gratitude towards his mother's unwavering support. In that moment, he realized that love transcended boundaries, and he vowed to cherish every moment with Y/N, regardless of what others might say. And as the Christmas festivities resumed, Fred found solace in knowing that his family, flawed yet loving, would always stand by his side.

A/N: I hope you liked it ! It’s my first ever fanfic tell me if there’s any mistakes ! (also i’m a english major so im so sorry if i used big words!!)

#fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley #fred wealsey fic #harry potter x reader fluff #hp angst #weasley family

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The Daughter

Summary: Enemies to lovers, Weasley x Lestrange. Linked is a more descriptive summary with author's notes (: Warnings: None Chapter One can be found here.

Chapter Two: Fred lounged on the couch by the bookshelf in the Gryffindor Common Room, tossing a hacky sack over his head lazily. He was surrounded by his siblings George, Ron, and Ginny, his best friend, Lee Jordan, and Ron’s friends Harry and Hermione.

Hermione was trying to cheer Harry up after being teased by Draco and his idiot friends who follow him around like a bunch of groupies. Harry was already embarrassed about fainting in front of his friends, and he couldn’t stand the idea of the other students at Hogwarts knowing about it. Especially the Slytherins.

“Harry, you heard Professor Dumbledore. You’re lucky you got off with only fainting,” Hermione said, rubbing her best friend’s back. “It could have been much worse.”

“Yeah, but Malfoy won’t ever see it that way,” Harry scowled.

“Malfoy’s a git,” Ron said with a mouthful of chocolate frogs he stole from the Great Hall. “Hey, who was that girl who told him quit it?”

Fred sat up. “That would be Kyrie Lestrange. She’s in our year and an even bigger tyrant than her cousin, Malfoy.”

“They’re cousins?” Ron asked.

“Yeah, haven’t you heard of her mother?” George said. When he read the confused faces of the kids in front of him, he grinned. “Her name is Bellatrix Lestrange, one of the most loyal followers of You-Know-Who. She’s locked up in Azkaban with the other psycho Death Eaters. If you think this Sirius Black guy is mad, who, by the way, is Bellatrix’s cousin, you should be lucky it’s not Lestrange’s face plastered all over the Daily Prophet.”

“Draco and Kyrie are both related to most violent murderers in Azkaban?” Hermione asked.

“Correct, Granger,” Fred smirked at the bushy haired girl. He felt a certain kind of satisfaction when he was able to tell her something she didn’t know. Hermione was one of the smartest witches at Hogwarts. There wasn’t much that she didn’t already know. “Bet you never get tired of hearing that.”

Hermione stuck her tongue out at the boy she considered to be like an older brother to her.

Harry’s brows furrowed and silently thought back to when he first met Kyrie Lestrange. It was when he first used floo powder to go to Diagon Alley to shop for this year’s books with the Weasleys. However, he somehow got rerouted to Borgin and Burkes in Knockturn Alley, and he had no idea of the kind of dangers that lurked in that dark corner.

Knockturn Alley was dark and filled with people who looked like they haven’t smiled or seen the light of day in ten years. Harry genuinely felt scared in that part of town and his fear seemed to attract the wizards and witches who lurked there…who also haven’t seen a bath in ten years either.

“Not lost are you are my dear,” A witch grabbed him by the collar, bringing him closer to her foul breath, her yellow teeth peeking out through her smirk. When he turned, he was cornered by five other witches and wizards. There was nowhere to run. That same witch grabbed his shoulder again. “Come with us. We’ll help you find your way back.”

“No,” Harry said weakly.

He felt like he was on the verge of a heart attack when he heard his name.

“Harry, I’ve been looking for you.” A girl around his age with pink streaks in her hair descended the stairs of the alley. Harry didn’t recognize her he but in that moment, he couldn’t care less. He saw the way the witches and wizards stepped away from him as she got closer. There was a glint of excitement in her eyes, like she knew the effect that she had on these ghastly people. “I know you bums having nothing better to do than prey on little kids but at least be more subtle about it.” She looked back at the boy with a smile. “Come on Harry. I saw a group of red heads this way.”

Harry swallowed but nodded enthusiastically. He had about a dozen questions but didn’t know which one to ask first.

When they were finally far enough away from the others, she said, “You know Harry, a boy like you stands out in Knockturn Alley. You should be more careful where you walk alone.”

“Who are you?”

The girl rolled her eyes playfully. “I think you mean to say ‘thank you.’”

“Right. Thanks.”

She grinned. “No problem. My name’s Kyrie.”

“Harry, but you already knew that.”

“Of course. Who in the wizarding world hasn’t heard of the infamous Harry Potter?” She said. Harry clenched his teeth. He was tired of everyone knowing who he was. He felt like a fish in fish bowl. “Look, we’ll keep this between us. Okay?”

“Why? You’re clearly a Slytherin,” Harry said, nodding towards the serpent embroidered on the notebook in her hands. “You know I’m in Gryffindor. You’re not going to tell anyone to embarrass me?”

“No, I won’t tell. Scouts honor,” Kyrie held up her hand. “Besides, I already have enough Gryffindors on my list to waste my time with. I don’t feel the need to add another one, honestly.”

“Harry!” A deep voice called from behind her. They both turned and found the friendly Giant, Hagrid, trudging over to them. They were still close enough to Knockturn Alley to cause suspicion and Hagrid was smarter than most people made him out to be. “What are you doing over here? You shouldn’t be here.”

“I got lost. I was just –“

“Harry saw me with those group of losers and noticed how uncomfortable I was, so he helped me out of there. That’s all,” Kyrie said.

Hagrid narrowed his eyes. “And what were you doing down there?”

“Window shopping,” She shrugged and winked at the Giant. “I should go. It was nice meeting you, Harry.”

Kyrie walked away.

Hagrid waited for her to disappear completely when Hagrid said, “You don’t want to be seen in Knockturn Alley, Harry. People will think you’re up to no good.”

“I was –“

“I know you didn’t find Kyrie, Harry. Kyrie found you. Isn’t that right?” Hagrid said. Harry looked at his shoes feeling embarrassed. “I know that girl better than she thinks I do. It doesn’t take much to scare her, especially not those kinds of people who hang out down there. It was sweet of her to try and convince me otherwise, though.”

Yeah, Harry thought, it was sweet.

Harry didn’t understand why the girl he met in Knockturn Alley sounded so different than the one the twins were describing now. Especially now that he knew she shared the same DNA as Draco Malfoy.

Despite his curiosity, he decided to keep his encounter with Kyrie Lestrange to himself. Today was a long day between traveling back to Hogwarts and trying to avoid the Dementors. The last thing he wanted to do was spend his time talking about the Slytherins.

Fred, however, noticed Harry’s blank gaze, clearly distracted by something running through his mind, and he couldn’t help but feel intrigued. “Where’d you just go, Harry?”

“Huh? Nowhere?” Harry hid his reddened cheeks in his hand.

“Are you gonna be okay, Harry?” Hermione asked, standing up.

Harry nodded.

“Come on, Fred. We’ve got a little more brainstorming to do. We don’t want our first week to be dull now, do we?” George said with a teasing smirk.

Lee laughed, clapping his hands in excitement, and the three of them disappeared into their dorms, where a list of pranks was already being comprised.

Fred and George walked into the dungeons where their Potions class was held every year. Most of their classmates were already seated with their choice in Potions partners, whispering softly amongst themselves.

George tapped Fred on the arm and pointed to two seats on the right-hand side of the classroom. They were in the third row, which for the twins, wasn’t ideal, but if they wanted to be partners, it was going to have to do. The only other option was the two seats on the left-hand side, but that’s where all the Slytherins were sitting, and they would rather stand for the entire lesson than be anywhere near those gits.

About a minute later, Kyrie Lestrange and her best friend Cedrella Copplestone walked in arm in arm. Fred couldn’t help but notice how most heads turned their way. The boys in the class smirked and bumped shoulders with one another while the girls either looked on with envy or intimidation.

It wasn’t any secret that Lestrange and her girl friends were some of the most attractive females in their year. Hell, possibly in the whole school. Like most of the boys here, Fred fell victim to trailing Lestrange’s legs up to her shorter-than-was-allowed skirt, images that he would never dare to share flashing through his head. He’s heard the crude comments other have made, which made Fred realize pretty early on that he wasn’t the only one with those images in his head.

But despite her extraordinary good looks, Lestrange was still…Lestrange. Conceited, bold, rude, manipulative, and provoking… And her friends were no different.

“Hey,” Cedric Diggory, a fifth year Hufflepuff, waved to Kyrie and Cedrella. “Over here.”

Kyrie smirked and sat in the aisle seat of the table next to Cedric’s and his partner, Justin Gilbert.

Fred and George scoffed at the interaction, mostly because they liked Cedric, and they didn’t want him falling into the trap of Kyrie Lestrange and her groupies.

“How was your summer?” Cedric asked her.

Kyrie leaned in closer with her elbows on her table. “Mundane.” She replied. She didn’t see her best friend roll her eyes behind her. “And yours? Practicing for quidditch I presume?” Her eyes scanned over Cedric’s upper body. His jawline was sharper, his hair longer, and his arms more toned. Cedric was older for his grade with his birthday falling on September 1st. The first day of school year. So he was already seventeen. And for some reason, that made him even more desirable to the Slytherin girl.

“Mundane, huh Lestrange?” Fred said from across the room, catching the attention of every other student in the class. He leaned back in the stool he was sitting with a smirk and his arms crossed. “I’d hardly find helping your Dear ‘Ol Uncle Black escape Azkaban mundane.”

Kyrie narrowed her eyes. “Weasley, you never seem to surprise me. Just when I thought your brain couldn’t be any smaller…”

“I mean it makes sense, doesn’t it?” Fred said, the faces around him turning from intrigued to apprehensive. “Why else would he escape if he didn’t already have a plan to reunite with his family and finish what he started – what with You-Know-Who’s name becoming a common topic of conversation again amongst your kind.”

“Maybe because it’s Azkaban, you git. No one wants to be there,” Kyrie retorted.

Fred’s smirk grew, knowing he was getting under her skin. “Well, you would know that better than anyone else, wouldn’t you, Lestrange?”

“Yeah, rumor has it you’re the first witch to be granted a visiting pass into Azkaban. Tell me, does she look as awful as her mug shot picture? Is she as crazy as everyone says?” George added earning a chuckle from Fred.

Fred watched Kyrie’s jaw sharpen as she clenched her teeth together. Next to her, Cedric kept his head down, avoiding looking at both the twins and Kyrie, suddenly finding the quill in front of him very fascinating. He was never one for confrontation unless absolutely necessary. Much like the rest of Hufflepuffs, he kept to himself, and avoided the ongoing feud between Gryffindors and Slytherins like the plague.

Cedrella leaned in closer to her best friend and glared at the ginger twins. “If her family was going to break anyone out of Azkaban, why would they start with Sirius and not her own mother?”

“Maybe that’s their next move,” A Gryffindor sitting behind the twins said.

“You better hope it’s not,” Cedrella said. “I heard Blood Traitors were her favorite –“

The Weasley twins jumped out of their seats, and Cedrella and Kyrie were quick to follow, stools scraping on the concrete floor. Instantly, the rest of the Gryffindors and Slytherin students stood at their desks. The houses were divided on opposite ends of the room. In the middle sat the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaw students, who looked around warily, unsure if they should get out of the way or stay seated.

Fred felt his blood boiling under his pale skin, his hand reaching for his wand in his pocket. He was used to Slytherins using his family against him, but it was mostly about their lack of money or his father’s obsession with muggle objects and inventions.

It was hard to get a reaction like this out of the twins, but when threats are made against their family…they’re ready to become lethal.

Cedric was the first non Gryffindor or Slytherin to stand. He turned to face Kyrie and lightly placed a hand on her arm, “Don’t. It’s not worth it.” He looked down and saw how white her knuckles were around her wand.

“Sit. Down. Now,” A deep voice vibrated from the back of the room. No one moved an inch and no one took their eyes off the opposing house. “I said now!” White light flashed in the dark room and an abrupt force pushed the students in their seat, turning them forward.

The students grunted and rubbed their stomachs and backs to ease the sharp pressure they had just felt.

“Typical Gryffindors. Nothing but a bunch of big mouths,” Cedrella muttered.

Fred didn’t pay any attention to the lecture Professor Snape was giving about the importance of O.W.Ls and how he won’t accept anyone into Advance Potions next year without an Outstanding score. Instead, he was thinking of all the ways he was going to hex the Slytherins, focusing mostly on Lestrange and her friends. With the scowl on his brother’s face, Fred assumed George was thinking the same thing.

“For next lesson, I want a detailed written essay about the potion you would use against your enemy, why you would choose that one, and what will go wrong when you inevitably concoct it incorrectly,” Snape said in his nasally voice, already laced with disappointment on the first day.

At the mention of the word enemy, Kyrie and Fred looked up at each other, eyes narrowed in a glare. Then, a small grin tugged on the corners of Kyrie’s face and she had the audacity to wink at him, because she knew exactly what to do to drive him mad with irritation, always acting like she had the upper hand in their confrontations, pretending like she couldn’t be bothered by the insults that were constantly being thrown her way.

And it worked every time.

“Class dismissed,” Snape said.

Fred didn’t even bother placing his books back into his bag. He just scooped everything into his arms, prepared to confront Lestrange again before she could disappear into the Slytherin Common Room, but Snape’s voice stopped him.

“Miss Lestrange. A moment.”

Fred glanced back at her, but the confusion written on her face made it clear that even Kyrie didn’t have an idea what it was that Snape wanted to discuss. She whispered something to her best friend, who walked out with a couple of other Slytherin students.

“C’mon,” George said. “She’s not worth it.”

George looked her up and down in disgust as Kyrie passed them to meet Snape at his desk. Fred nodded and followed his brother out.

Fred and George spent their night hexing the bathrooms near the Slytherin Common Room, causing the toilets to explode right before curfew. It wasn’t their most creative prank. In fact, they’ve done it once before in their first year at Hogwarts. But they were both so angry after Potions that it was the best they could come up with on such short notice.

Despite their successful prank, Fred was still feeling sour after his encounter with the Slytherins during Potions. The threat Cedrella made still didn’t sit right with him, and Kyrie…Merlin he hated Kyrie. She was a self-absorbed cruel little brat. With her attitude, she was destined to take just after her mother – maybe even follow in her footsteps and share a cell in Azkaban.

“Look, she’s not worth all this energy, mate,” Lee said as they hung out in their dorms. “If you’re going to think about her this much, at least think of her…naked or something. Now, that doesn’t seem like a waste of time.”

Fred pulled his pillow out from under his head and chucked it at his best friend.

“Not including the naked thing…” George said, walking from his desk to sit on the edge of his own bed, “but Lee is right. You can’t let her ruin our fifth year – at least not within the first week.”

“She threatened our family, George,” Fred sat up, glaring at his brother.

“Cedrella threatened our family with Bellatrix.”

“You’re seriously washing this over with semantics?”

“Of course not,” George said. “For all we know, Kyrie is gonna grow up to be just like her mother. But that girl is a lame excuse to attend all your thoughts to.”

“Unless you’re picturing her naked,” Lee said.

George closed his eyes and dropped his chin to his chest.

Fred rolled his eyes. “What do you supposed Snape wanted to talk to her about, anyway?”

“He was probably telling her what to write her essay on. Everyone knows Snape gives extra attention to the Slytherins,” George said with a shrug.

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Don't Trust a Malfoy (pt. 1)

Fandom: Take a guess (Harry Potter)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Reader

Y/n = your name

Warnings: they/them pronouns, trauma, bad parenting, (your probably used to both if you're reading this) ( that was a joke don't take offense), events are taken out of order from the story, shitty writing. Some People Live (Lemme know if I missed anything)

Noises are in a bigger font

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*Y/n's POV*

I never understood why I was treated so differently, nor why only the house elves took care of me, and why my 'family' treated me like I owed them. Only my mother and my brother showed any sort of love or kindness towards me, behind my father's back of course. My mother did love me but she only ever showed it by quick looks of "I'm sorry", my brother a like, just before punishments came, mostly for whats happening currently.

WOOSH, you can hear the wind blowing as the three of us blow by on our brooms escaping Filch and his demon cat. We had set dung bombs to explode as soon as he opened his door, then glitter cannons going off after he's covered

"And that'll be a detention for the three of us after he's cleaned" I say as I look to my best friends in the entire world, without them, I wouldn't be able to get through life at home.

"He can't give us detention if he can't catch us" Fred starts, shrugging, throwing his hands to the sides of his head

"Besides, it'd be McGonagall who would be given us our punishments" George continues pointing a finger at me to set his point

"Yeah-yeah, you boys are going to get me in trouble again" I say with a grin as we all sit down in the gryffindor common room, hoping for a laugh... I don't get one. With solemn faces Fred speaks up

"I hope it wasn't too bad this summer" he asks, I pick at my fingers and look at the ground

"It wasn't that bad, little bit here and there nothin' awful, anyway how was your summer" I say quickly trying to change the subject. Fred gives me a strict look as if to say 'don't lie to me' but George carries on.

"Oh rather fun actually, our brother Charlie came home for a week or so durin' summer so he- " he rambled on with Fred when our little heroic trio (a name I used for them often) walked in

"Harry! Hermione! Ronni!" A year younger than us but they were all like my little siblings

"Y/n!" They all yelled as they piled on top of me

"How is my little heroic trio, how was your summer"

"Fine, I heard you three started the year off with a bang" Harry said sending all five of them into laugher

"Well what more could you expect from us?" I ask

"Mm" Ron pretends to think "how about Snape next?" Making George and Fred stand up

"Oh we tried"

"But oh no that's not allowed, tell them to say the word and we could-"

"Nope! No real teachers!" I end it there

*Fred's POV*

Everything seemed fine but the way they deforested my question earlier made me uneasy. I hope one day they can get out, on good terms.

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*Y/n's POV*

There had been an incident, you-know-who got hurt Mr. Weasley, all the Weasley kids including Hermione and Harry were called to Dumbledore's office, well, I was dragged by Fred and George.

"Wh- Fred, what's happening?" I ask confusedly

"Dad's been hurt" I stayed quiet and ran with him wherever he went, they needed me, if they didn't I wouldn't be out of bed, so I ran

All of them were to be sent back to twelve Grimmauld place, I looked at all of them and said

"Be safe"

"And why would you be saying your goodbyes (ms./mr./mx.) Malfoy? You're going with them." Dumbledore said lowly, with wide eyes I start

"But my-"

"No need to worry about that, I've taken care of that"

"Do they-" I start again only to be cut off again

"I've informed them yes"

And so we were off to Grimmauld place

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Part 2

#harry potter #fred weasley #ron weasley #fred weasly x reader #fred weasely x y/n #fred wealsey fic #bill weasley #ginny weasley #george weasley #weasley family #slytherin #hogwarts #weasley wednesday

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dreamingofmarauders · 10 months

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𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

╔═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╗

Winning The Bet

In which Fred decides to choose his prize for winning the bet, just not in the way you expected

You Idiot!

In which Fred promises you he will be careful during the battle, but things don't always go to plan

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Chapter 3

Present

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𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 a start. What had woken me up? And then, I felt the burning pain against my chest, quickly sat up, lifted the heart shaped necklace off from around my neck, and tossed it across the room. It made a dull clunking noise as it hit the wall, falling to the floor. I slipped out of bed and crossed the room.

I quickly rushed to the bathroom and pulled the ice cold knob out in the bathtub. The water pooled in the bottom of the tub while I undressed and then I climbed in, facedown, resting on my elbows so that the ice cold water would heal the burning mark on my chest.

Perhaps the bath was a mistake- my entire body was freezing except for the spot where my locket had burned me. Though, slowly but surely, my body started to adjust.

As I lay there, I thought about what this meant. The last time the locket had burned my chest was when Voldemort had possessed Professor Quirrell in my first year at Hogwarts. . . nearly three years ago.

I remembered my dream of course, every word of it. Voldemort suspected that I was Harry's sister. Of course, he would be right, but no one was supposed to know. I felt a shiver go through me, but it could've been the ice cold water.

There was a knock on the bathroom door, "Elizabeth?" Dad's voiced sounded sleepy, but concerned.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" I asked. In my panic, I had forgotten to check what time it was. It could've been two in the morning for all I knew.

"Yes, but it's okay. Are you okay?" Dad asked, less asleep, still concerned.

"Yeah, I'll tell you about it when I get out, okay? Or you can go back to sleep." I offered.

"I'll make breakfast." There was a pause and then he said, "Happy Birthday."

"Thanks." I whispered. I wasn't even sure if he heard me.

I heard his soft footsteps on the stairs. I laid there for a few more minutes, letting the cold water splatter against my chest under the faucet and trickled down into the drain. My back was starting to pain. . . perhaps my period was starting again. Trang had been right- periods were a terrible, awful, painful time.

It wasn't just myself I needed to be worried about. It was Harry too. And there was someone called Bertha Jorkins. Maybe I could prevent her death if the dream was a scene in the future. I had to get my hands on a newspaper.

I got out of the tub, wrapping a towel around me and trudging to my bedroom. I saw that Carter had landed on my windowsill, a present in his claws.

I fed him an owl treat for the delivery and he swooped off out the window. Sadie clucked her beak. I gave her a treat too.

I put the present aside, not opening it yet and got dressed. I turned on the light and checked where the locket had been lying against my chest. There was a large red mark but the heart had not seared on my chest. The red mark didn't even look like a heart, just a reddish-pink blotch.

It was strange. When Harry's scar burned, it was internal. When my chest burned- and I was sure it was caused by the locket- it was external. Why? How?

I picked the locket up off the floor and touched it gingerly. There was nothing wrong with it now. In fact, it was positively cool.

I put it down on the side table and pulled on my shoes and pulled my hair up into a messy bun. Then, grabbing Trang's present, I headed into dads' bedroom. I went over to where he kept the latest newspapers and flicked through them. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing. There was nothing in the news.

Crumpets had already been made and there was syrup and honey and sugar on the table. Dad had circles under his eyes and I finally checked the time.

Oh, only 7:00, that wasn't bad at least.

I sat down at the table, pushing Trang's present up with the other ones, and yawned.

"So," Dad prompted, pushing a crumpet on my plate, "What happened this morning?"

I explained what had happened as I filled my crumpet with syrup. Dad listened patiently, his brow furrowing when I got to the part about Voldemort asking about me, and Peter's intuition about whether or not I was Harry's sister. I mentioned the crib.

"So he doesn't know. . ." Dad said, looking thoughtfully down at his own plate. There was a half buttered crumpet there. "That's something. . ."

"Dad." I hesitated and then said, "I was thinking that maybe. . . maybe we could go to Godric's Hollow today."

Somehow, the dream felt different. I didn't think it was a vision, I think it had happened as I dreamed it.

Dad looked up at me, his eyes thoughtful. "Yes, I thought you might say that. What do you think we could do? It's not as though we can get rid of the crib or change it's color. The damage there is done. Voldemort knows a baby girl lived in the house at one point."

I hesitated again and then, got up from my seat, and headed into the kitchen to get parchment and a quill. I sat back down at the table and, writing in my best calligraphy, wrote the following sentence:

In loving memory of Isabelle Lily Potter 07/31/1980- 04/16/1981

I showed it to dad. He took the piece of parchment in his hand and looked at it. Surprise went over his face, "This is your plan? You're going to fake your death?" I blushed and went to defend it when he said in a different voice, "It's actually brilliant."

"I was going to paste it in the drawer. I don't know if Peter looked through the drawers or not, but if there was something the drawer, maybe it could be put over it so that it looked as though it was hidden. . . I don't know if Voldemort will go back and look or not."

"We should go now." Dad said, standing up.

I got up, clutching the parchment, and said, "How are we going to get there?"

Dad thought about it for a moment and then said, "We'll apparate. Grab my arm."

I looked at him in shock, "We're apparating out of the house."

Dad nodded, his face determined. I realized he was a lot more worried about me than I had thought. I remembered back to last year, saving Sirius, when Sirius had mentioned what might happen if Voldemort got ahold of a person who could see the future. "Now." He said, sticking his arm out to his side.

I grabbed his arm and immediately, there was a swirl and my feet left the ground and then touched back down and I nearly threw up. I was dizzy too. Dad helped steady me and then we started up the street.

I didn't have my wand but dad did and I clutched the piece of paper in my hand as we walked down the street. It was early- no one else was up and I was able to look around at the buildings in detail.

I lived here once. I thought, looking at the old fashioned buildings with thatched brick roofs and wooden doors and fences with gardens in the backyards. I could've been neighbors with any of these people. . . could've been friends with any of these people. It was a weird feeling.

Dad led me down the street. Apparently, he'd been here before. We stopped in front of a dilapidated house and my breath caught in my throat. I'd lived here.

I put my hand on the iron gate and pushed it open and stepped inside. Nothing happened.

"Let's hurry." Dad said, putting a hand on the small of my back. "In case someone from the Ministry heard alarms or something. I have no idea if alarms were put on the house. Probably not or else there'd have been something in paper from Peter being in here, but nevertheless. . ."

We hurried and I led as though I knew exactly where I was going. We stepped through the door and we closed it behind ourselves. I picked my way over wooden beams and then made it to the basement door and opened it up.

I turned on the light and walked down the stairs as though in a trance and against the back wall was a pink and white crib. There was only one drawer and it was closed. It was also locked. Dad unlocked it and I pulled it open. There was a small, pink blanket in it and on the blanket was a stitched letter E.

I picked up the blanket with shaking hands. It wouldn't be able to stay here, the E was a dead giveaway. Dad performed a sticking charm on the back of the parchment and stuck it down on the drawer bottom. Looking around, I found another blanket with no marks or letters and after folding it up, put it in the drawer. Dad changed the green color to pink in case Peter had already opened the drawer and had only simply seen that it was pink. With another wave of his wand, he created a stitch I on there. For Isabelle.

Then, we closed the door again and dad locked it with his wand. I looked around the basement. There was cat food in another corner, moldy and rotten. A carton of books on a small, round table. I ran my hands over those. They were muggle books- probably Mums. I recognized Escape to Witch Mountain by Alexander Key. There were kid books in another carton. Mum had probably read those to Harry and I.

Tears collected in my eyes and I brushed them away. Dad put an arm around my shoulder, leading me back up the stairs. I'd come back for these things one day. Today just wasn't that day.

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𝕭𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊, 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌 watched me open my presents. I hadn't told her where I'd gone and done today and she didn't ask. Something about my demeanor kept her from asking.

Fred had sent yet another charm for the bracelet he had given me in my first year. I wore it occasionally. Hermione had sent me four books and a package of Chocolate frogs. Trang was fascinated with the frogs and I let her open the boxes. She was horrified at the thought of eating the frog until I ate one. "They aren't real frogs." I said amused. "Its just a charm put on the chocolate." She finally ate one and declared it delicious. I let her keep the cards. I had multiple copies of all of them anyways.

Harry hadn't sent me anything because, as I knew, he didn't have access to anything. So I didn't really feel bad. I'd sent him a cake I'd baked the night before, along with a letter and the book on Hippogriffs.

Grandfather had sent earrings which I was surprised about. They had paste sapphires in them. I wondered if they had possibly been grandma's but I didn't ask dad. He'd forgotten that I didn't have pierced ears and couldn't wear them. But I treasured them regardless.

Hagrid had sent treacle fudge which Trang also wanted to try, but I told her it was best to let it heat by the fire before eating since it could be as hard as a brick sometimes.

Dad had gotten me The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Skeleton Crew, and Ender's Game. I'd been asking for Skeleton Crew forever (I only ever asked for books). Dad didn't like Stephen King books ever since he'd opened IT in curiosity. Unfortunately, he'd opened to the page about Beverly and Tom and was disgusted about how rated R the book was. He'd burned it and said I wasn't allowed to read it ever again.

Trang got me a second copy. It was hidden under my bed.

Trang had gotten me books which included Pet Semetary, Cycle of the Werewolf, Speaker for the Dead, and Nightmares in the Sky. Three of them were Stephen King books and I showed Cycle of the Werewolf to dad, giggling.

Dad eyed it shrewdly and said in a light voice, "If it's written by Stephen King, I'm sure it's quite in depth."

I laughed harder, though Trang didn't get the joke.

"Did you know they made a Pet Semetary picture?" Trang asked, "We should go see it after you read the book."

"Sure." I said.

Ron's present had a letter attached to it.

Elizabeth- DAD GOT THE TICKETS- just like you said. We have enough that you won't have to buy any which I'm sure you'll be glad about. Dad says it might be a bit of a squeeze, but it ought to be good. Hermione's arriving sometime this afternoon so you better hurry over. We're getting Harry at five o'clock this Friday! Also, Percy's started working in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Perhaps you'd find it interesting- I don't know. But if you don't want to talk about it don't say the word "abroad". See you soon - Ron

I showed the letter to Trang, "What d'you reckon? You want to come?"

"Of course!" Trang said with bright eyes. "This Friday is only in three days though. . . I wonder if mum and dad will let me come. . ."

"When does your plane leave?" I asked, folding up the letter and reaching for the last present.

"Two in the afternoon on August 27 ." She said, picking up the letter.

"I think I can get Mr. Weasley to drive you. . ." I stopped. Mr. Weasley no longer had a car. "Perhaps side along apparition? Anyways, we'll get you to the airport, don't worry." I said.

"Let's go ask mum and dad, ight?" Trang asked, getting up from the table.

"Give me a second." I said, opening the box that Sirius had sent me. Inside was a key. I slid it out onto my hand and looked at it. Along the side were the rune letters: Hagalaz, Othala, Uruz, Sowilo, and Ehwaz.

Trang peered at the letters. She'd been studying Ancient Runes ever since she laid hands on the textbook at the book shop. "House." She read. We exchanged a look.

"Can I see?" Dad asked in a strangled voice.

I handed him the key and he examined it. "Did he give you a letter?"

I peered in the small box and shook my head. "No. I'll put it upstairs in my drawer so I don't lose it."

Dad gave it back and I raced up the stairs. I wrote a letter to Ron telling him we'd be there at his house today, and then put the key in the drawer. The letter went off with Sadie after I told her to get it to him as fast as possible, and then stay there because I'd be coming there soon.

I went back down the stairs and went with Trang back to her house. I slipped up the stairs while she went into the kitchen to talk to her mum and dad. I packed up her broom and the books she wanted in my bag.

I told Carter to go to my house and take his cage with him. With his cage securely in his talons, I watched him fly down to my house. I put the bag on my shoulder. What a bizarre sight.

Trang had already packed her suitcase, some nights before in case we got this letter, and I pulled it down the stairs and set it down by the door.

". . . this family will get you to the airport on time?" Trang's mother seemed very relieved.

"Yes." Trang said, trying to keep calm though she was very excited.

"And you'll be staying with them for at least two weeks?" her dad asked cautiously, "Are there any boys in this house?"

"Only one." Trang said. I winced. I'd forgotten to tell her about Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Percy, and Harry. They were a lot more than one boy. "Elizabeth's friend Ron. But his sister Ginny, Elizabeth's friend Hermione, Elizabeth, and I are all going to be sleeping in the same room together.

"Oh!" Trang's dad sounded happy as well, "Well then, that's quite alright with me if it's alright with your mother."

"It's alright with me too." Her mother said, "You know how your father and I have been worried about how to get you to the airport on time. This is a gift in disguise."

"Thank you mum! Thank you dad!" Trang said.

"When do you leave?" Trang's mother asked.

"Tonight." Trang said. "I didn't know I was going until Elizabeth asked me. They thought she was going to be going later."

"Well. . ." Her mom hesitated and I held my breath. "It's quite a short notice, but since it works out so well, you should probably go and pack."

Trang squealed, kissed her parents, and shot out of room, and dashed upstairs. I snuck out the door with her suitcase and the bag of books and her broom. I dumped them near the fireplace in my own house, and then dashed up stairs to collect my own things and pack.

Carter was waiting, already in his cage and I closed the lid gently and brought his cage and Sadie's empty cage down and put them next to the fireplace as well. I packed my trunk with only my robes and textbooks I used yearly. The others I left since I didn't have room for them. I also packed my dog-eared worn book IT. I made sure I had artpads and an art kit I'd gotten for my eighth birthday.

I grabbed my own broom and brought it downstairs. I had everything. I had my dragon ring from my dad, my silver locket (on the outside of my clothes in case it tried to burn me again), and other jewelry from my friends and family.

Trang came through the door with her school bag and school supplies. I managed to fit a majority of her things either in her trunk or in the enlarged bag. We didn't leave right away, I wanted to give Sadie a chance to deliver the letter first.

We ate dinner with dad who didn't seem upset at all about staying home. "It'll be a full moon anyways." Dad said, shrugging his shoulders, "Besides, I'd hate to be in those crowds." He gave a fake shudder and we laughed.

Dad gave me a hug when we were about to leave and said, "Write a lot, okay?"

"I will, don't worry." I said. "Also, I dug out your best suit for the interview you have soon." I added with a wink. He didn't look the least bit surprised that I knew.

He kissed my cheek. "Thanks Sweetheart."

"Anything for you dad." I said, kissing his cheek and giving him one last hug. I stacked my trunk and Trang's suitcase in the fireplace, putting the bag across my shoulder, and grabbing my broom. That left the two cages and school bag for Trang. I grabbed a bit of floo powder.

"The place we're going Trang, is called The Burrow." I said.

"The Burrow." She repeated as though we were in English class.

I giggled. Then, I stepped into the fireplace and threw down the powder and shouted, "The Burrow!" And I whooshed through the fireplace and fell out at the Weasley's house. I quickly pulled the trunk and bags and stuff out of the fireplace.

"Fred? Ron? Hermione?" I called out, a bit nervous. We had just intruded, of course.

Trang shot through a moment later, Carter hooting indignantly. "Where are they?" She whispered to me nervously

"Oh! Elizabeth dear!" Mrs. Weasley said, coming in through the back door, nearly making me jump. "We only just got Sadie's letter. And who is this sweet girl?"

"This is Trang." I said, introducing her to Mrs. Weasley. "She's my Muggle friend but she knows all about the Wizarding World. She couldn't wait to see a Quidditch game."

"Arthur will be thrilled to meet her." Mrs. Weasley said with a gentle smile. "I'll take your things up to the girls room, shall I?"

"Oh, don't worry." I said quickly. "We can do it."

"Nonsense." Mrs. Weasley said, taking the luggage, "Go on outside."

Trang and I headed on outside where Sadie was hooting on a branch. Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Mr. Weasley, Ginny, and two other boys were standing out in the garden. Crookshanks rushed by, running after a gnome.

Trang looked at the gnome in fascination, "What is that?"

"A gnome." I said simply.

Mr. Weasley turned at our voices and said, "Elizabeth! How lovely to see you! And who's this?"

"This is my friend Trang." I said. "And Trang, this is Mr. Weasley, Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Ginny, Charlie, and Bill."

Charlie looked at me and said, "How'd you know our names if we've never met."

Fred laughed and clapped a hand on Charlie's shoulder, "She can see the future Charlie."

Charlie rolled his eyes and said, "Really now."

"No, he's dead serious." I said brightly. "I have visions and I can see the future. But it's not because of my visions that I knew who you were- well, mostly anyways. You just have blisters on your hands, which means that you work with dragons, so you must be Charlie. Which then means that Bill is Bill because he's not Charlie."

Fred and George roared with laughter at Charlie's stumped face. Bill, smiling, stepped forward and shook my hand.

Mr. Weasley ignored us and said kindly to Trang, "So do you go to Hogwarts too?"

Trang looked at me nervously and I said, "Oh, no, she doesn't. She's a Muggle." I didn't say this loudly, really only loud enough for Mr. Weasley to hear, but everyone else seemed to hear anyways. "But she's known about the magical world since she was seven. She also flys and plays a little Quidditch."

The others looked impressed and Fred said- almost in a daring way-, "Let's go fly now."

"Okay!" Trang said excitedly, and perhaps a bit nervously.

"We'll go get our brooms." I said and we hurried inside, Hermione and Ginny accompanying us.

Trang and I grabbed our brooms and we headed back downstairs. "Don't worry." I said to Trang "We won't be using real Quidditch balls."

This cheered her up greatly.

"Are you going to fly with us, Ginny?" I asked.

Ginny opened her mouth to answer when Hermione interrupted her.

"Elizabeth, can I talk to you for a second." Hermione said in a nervous voice. I knew that voice. It was the one she used on Harry and Ron either before or after they did something stupid.

"Sure." I said. "Ginny, you can take my broom and use it till I get out." I handed her the Nimbus and she took it and went down the stairs with Trang who was shouldering her firebolt.

I followed Hermione into a separate room and she said in a low voice, "Is it really a good idea for a Muggle with no connections to the magical world to be here?"

I frowned, "First off, I am her connection to the magical world- I'm her best friend. Secondly, she's known about the magical world since she was seven and she's never told a soul. I didn't tell her either so I never broke the Stature of Secrecy. She saw dad transform one night on a camping trip."

Hermione's mouth dropped in horror, "She's not a werewolf, is she?"

I got a bit defensive, "Dad's never bitten anyone!"

"Sorry, right." Hermione said quickly. "Well if you trust her than I guess it's alright."

I breathed out a sigh of relief. I'd have hated to have turned Trang back home. Though, to be completely honest, just because Hermione didn't think it was a great idea was no reason for me to turn Trang away anyways. I didn't hear Mr. or Mrs. Weasley complaining. In fact, they were rather delighted with Trang's presence and they'd only known her for a few minutes.

Hermione and I went downstairs where the others were already flying, including Trang.

Ginny flew down and handed my broom off to me and I joined the others in the air.

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𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖆𝖙 𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 to Mr. Weasley at dinner every night. He bombarded her with questions about the Muggle world and she answered them graciously and bombarded him with questions about the Wizarding world. Sometimes, the rest of us talked over them and sometimes, we just listened with amazement at the conversations they were having. Apparently Mr. Weasley found the functions of rubber ducks fascinating.

I'd already talked to Mr. Weasley on the side, who said he'd be delighted to take Trang to the airport. I said she was okay with side-along apparation and the matter was settled. I had a sneaking suspicion that Mr. Weasley couldn't wait to see the Muggle planes. He'd been just slightly to enthusiastic about bringing her to the airport.

Much to everyone's surprise, Trang got along quite well with Percy, who was willing to tell her everything about his work and she listened with rapt attention to the smallest details, grilling him with questions.

Harry was supposed to be coming Friday, which was today at 5 o'clock, but Mr. Weasley was having trouble with the fireplaces connecting. I explained to Trang that Muggle fireplaces were not normally connected with the magical floo network which stopped wizards who got lost in the floo system from entering through a Muggle grate on accident.

While Mr. Weasley fixed the problem, Fred asked me what was going to happen.

"Yeesh." I said with an eye-roll, "You make it sound like the trips going to be so. . . exciting." And then I grinned evilly and said, "You'll drop your Ton-tongue toffee's and pick all of 'em up except one which Dudley will grab and eat."

"Lovely." Fred and George said together and I rolled my eyes again. I couldn't wait to see Harry.

"Would you like a Ton-tongue Toffee Trang?" George asked with a grin.

"Er-" Trang quickly looked at me and I glared at George.

"Absolutely not." I warned him. "I'll hex you." The others around us roared with laughter. Hermione remained amused.

"How's it coming dad?" Ron asked, just as eager as I was to see Harry. Hermione and Ginny left the room. Trang had out another book reading and I had out IT, much to Ron's annoyance.

"I'll have it up in a few minutes." Mr. Weasley said, testing the powder out. Ron glanced at my book again. He rolled his eyes.

"What?" I asked exasperated.

"How many times have you read that book?" Ron asked.

"About seventy-two times, why?" I asked. I didn't really know the real number but it just rolled off the tongue.

"I don't know. Don't normal people read a book once or twice and then never read it again?" Ron asked. "Is that the only thing you read?"

I sighed in pretend exasperation and said, "Am I normal Ron?"

Ron grinned, "No, I suppose not."

Charlie and Bill came into the room and sat down on either side of me. Fred shot them both a furtive glance. I barely looked up from my book and Trang didn't notice their presence. She was watching a Quidditch match through a book. She said it was like a portable TV that showed small clips.

"It's up." Mr. Weasley said. "Let's go."

Ron, Fred, and George were all going with Mr. Weasley.

"See ya when you get back." I said, winking at Fred. He grinned. Mr. Weasley went back and then Fred and then George and then Ron.

Trang looked up then, "Did they go?"

Bill, Charlie, and I all laughed. "Yeah Trang." I said with a smile, "Is the book good?"

Trang blushed, pushing her glasses up on her nose. Sometimes I wondered why she didn't get better fitting glasses. "I wanted to watch."

"It's alright, they'll be back very soon." I said, returning my attention to the book. "It won't take that long."

Indeed, five minutes later, Fred came back through the fire and waited. A few moments later, George came back with Harry's trunk. Trang was now paying rapt attention as though there might be a test on this later.

Ron came back a few seconds later.

I grinned. "Harry'll take a bit longer to get back." I said.

Fred and George grinned and explained to Bill and Charlie what they had done. Both of them grinned.

A few minutes later, Harry came spinning out of the fireplace. He nearly fell on his face and Fred helped him up and said, "Did he eat it?"

"Yeah." Harry said, straightening up. "What was it?" He looked like he was trying to hold in a laugh.

"Ton-Tongue Toffee." Fred said in a brisk voice. "George and I invented them, and we've been looking for someone to test them on all summer. . ."

The rest of us burst into laughter, even Trang. Harry looked at us and I grinned. I got up and gave him a hug and kissed his cheek. "Good to see you Harry." I said.

"You too Elizabeth." he said with a grin.

"How're you doing, Harry?" Charlie asked, holding out a hand which Harry shook.

Bill shook Harry's hand too.

Harry peered curiously at Trang then who was beet red which was a hard feat considering her dark skin.

"Oh, Harry, this is my best friend Trang. She gave you the camera for your birthday." I said. "Trang this is Harry."

They shook hands as well.

"You don't go to Hogwarts, do you?" Harry asked curiously.

Trang shook her head, cheeks redder. "I go to school in America. I'm a Muggle."

The others laughed as she used the word to describe herself. "But she's known about the magical world since she was seven so it's alright." I assured Harry.

Mr. Weasley appeared out of thin air behind George's shoulder. He looked extremely angry, angrier than I had ever seen him before. Trang looked nervous next to me.

"That wasn't funny, Fred!" Mr. Weasley said. "What on earth did you give that Muggle boy?"

"I didn't give him anything." Fred said innocently, grinning. "I just dropped it. . . It was his fault he went and ate it, I never told him to."

"You dropped it on purpose!" Mr. Weasley roared in anger. Trang retreated back to the table and opened up her Quidditch book. Bill looked quite amused by this as I sat on the arm of his chair, Ron having taken my seat. "You knew he'd eat it, you knew he was on a diet-"

"How big did his tongue get?" George asked eagerly.

"It was four feet long before his parents would let me shrink it!" Mr. Weasley said.

Harry, Trang, the Weasleys, and I all roared with laughter.

"It isn't funny!" Mr. Weasley shouted again. "That sort of behavior seriously undermines wizard-Muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons-"

"We didn't give it to him because he's a Muggle." Fred interrupted indignantly.

"No, we gave it to him because he's a great bullying git, right Harry?" George said.

"Yeah, he is, Mr. Weasley." Harry said earnestly, trying to get the twins out of trouble.

"Actually Fred-" I interrupted. "I was wondering if I could have some of those to give Draco Malfoy."

George, Ron, Fred, and Harry all laughed. But Mr. Weasley wasn't done. "That's not the point! You wait until I tell your mother-"

"Tell me what?" Mrs. Weasley's voice came in through the kitchen. Her eyes were narrowed with suspicion. "Oh, hello, Harry, dear." Mrs. Weasley said kindly, spotting Harry. "Tell me what, Arthur?"

Mr. Weasley hesitated and I quickly jumped up and said, "It was just a laugh that we were talking about."

Everyone looked at me in amazement. Hermione and Ginny came in behind Mrs. Weasley. They both grinned at Harry and I assumed that Harry had smiled back because Ginny turned red as well.

"A laugh?" Mrs. Weasley asked uncertainly, "That's not what I thought I heard, Arthur sounded angry."

"Well you see, when they were at the Dursleys, the Dursleys er- got a bit rowdy when the fireplace was blown up cause it was boarded up and Mr. Dursley was throwing stone ornaments at Mr. Weasley's head. He's just a bit upset about that. Perhaps a story is more accurate than a joke. We were laughing, he wasn't."

"Oh." Mrs. Weasley said and then turned to the stove, "Well if that's all it was, then you can fill me in later Arthur, I'm going out to feed the chickens. I thought perhaps it had something to do with Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes."

"I'll be out to help in a second." Mr. Weasley said.

She left the kitchen and the other Weasleys, Hermione, Harry, and Trang all stared at me. "What?" I asked.

"Wow, Elizabeth." Fred said. "That was. . ."

I blushed. "Well it's my fault for telling you what was going to happen. And besides, that is technically what happened, just some of the parts were omitted so that your father and mother didn't have a fight. But don't expect me to cover for you guys again, k? Now, Ron, let's go show Harry where he's staying." I looked at him meaningfully and Ron got up from my spot and I rose where I was still sitting on the arm of Bill's chair. "Coming Trang, Hermione, Ginny?"

"Sure." They all said and the six of us left the room. I heard Mr. Weasley say, "Just because she covered you doesn't mean that your out of trouble with me, understand boys?"

"Fast thinking." Ron said chuckling.

"I don't like lying, though the event did happen, Harry could've backed me up." I said uncomfortably as we walked up the rickety staircase. "I just didn't want the twins in trouble."

"And you like Fred." Ginny said with a grin and I blushed.

"What's Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes?" Harry asked confused. We all laughed except for Hermione.

"Mum found this stack of order forms when she was cleaning Fred and George's room. Great long price lists for stuff they've invented. Joke stuff, you know. Fake wands and trick sweets, loads of stuff. It was brilliant, I never knew they'd been inventing all that. . ." Ron said.

"We've been hearing explosions out of their room for ages, but we never thought they were actually making things." Ginny explained. "We thought they just liked the noise." I giggled.

"It's fascinating." Trang said eagerly. "Creating things that don't already exist."

"Only, most of the stuff- well, all of it, really- was a bit dangerous." Ron said in a more subdued tone. "and, you know, they were planning to sell it at Hogwarts to make money, and Mum went mad at them. Told them they weren't allowed to make any more of it, and burned all the order forms. . . She's furious at them anyway. They didn't get as many O.W.L.s as she expected."

I snorted, "Don't know why she expected them to get so many O.W.L.s."

"And then there was this big row." Ginny said. "because Mum wants them to go into the Ministry of Magic like Dad, and they told her all they want to do is open a joke shop."

"They told Trang she could help out because she knows so much about business." I said with a grin. Trang blushed.

"Not me." She said. "Just stuff I've picked up from dad."

Yeah, maybe dad couldn't get a job at wherever Trang's dad worked. He hated businesses. Not businesses themselves, just working for them. He got headaches. He preferred teaching.

Just then a door on the second floor opened, an annoyed face wearing horn-rimmed glasses poked out.

"Hi Percy." Harry said.

"Oh hello, Harry." Percy said, "I was wondering who was making all the noise. I'm trying to work in here, you know- I've got a report to finish for the office- and it's rather difficult to concentrate when people keep thundering up and down the stairs."

"We're not thundering. We're walking." Ron said irritably. "Sorry if we've disturbed the top-secret workings of the Ministry of Magic."

Trang giggled.

"What are you working on?" Harry asked in interest.

"A report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation." Percy's voice was smug. "We're trying to standardize cauldron thickness. Some of these foreign imports are just a shade too think- leakages had been increasing at a rate of almost three percent a year-"

"That'll change the world, that report will. Front page of the Daily Prophet, I expect, cauldron leaks." Ron said, rolling his eyes.

"It's interesting." Trang said with a frown. Percy looked smug again.

"Yeah, yeah." Ron said, stomping up the stairs. Percy slammed his door shut.

We followed up and when we got upstairs into Ron's bedroom, I flopped down on Fred's bed. Pigwidgeon was hooting hooting loudly in his cage.

"Shut up, Pig. Fred and George are in here with us, because Bill and Charlie are in their room." Ron said. "Percy gets to keep his room all to himself because he's got to work."

"Er- why are you calling that owl Pig?" Harry asked Ron, confused.

I laughed.

"Because he's being stupid. It's proper name is Pigwidgeon." Ginny said.

"Yeah, and that's not a stupid name at all." Ron said sarcastically. To Harry he said, "Ginny named him. She reckons it's sweet. And I tried to change it, but it was too late, he won't answer to anything else. So now he's Pig. I've got to keep him up here because he annoys Errol and Hermes. He annoys me too, come to that."

I snorted, knowing Ron all to well.

"Where's Crookshanks?" Harry asked Hermione.

"Out in the garden, I expect. He likes chasing gnomes. He's never seen any before." Hermione said, sitting down on a bed as well. I noticed Trang kept looking at Harry and then away. Ginny had competition.

"Percy's enjoying work, then?" Harry asked sitting down on the same bed as I was.

"Enjoying it?" Ron asked in a dark voice as though it was against the law to like working. "I don't reckon he'd come home if Dad didn't make him. He's obsessed. Just don't get him onto the subject of his boss. According to Mr. Crouch. . . as I was saying to Mr. Crouch. . . Mr. Crouch is of the opinion. . . Mr. Crouch was telling me. . . They'll be announcing their engagement any day now."

Trang laughed and then asked, "But surely it's not a bad thing to like your boss?"

Ron scoffed, "When it's an obsession it is."

"Have you had a good summer?" Hermione interrupted. "Did you get our food parcels and everything?"

"Yeah, thanks a lot. They save my life, those cakes." Harry said fervently.

"And have you heard from-" Ron started and then cut off.

I quickly said, "Twice, huge tropical birds."

"Nice to know." Hermione said.

"What?" Ginny asked, confused.

I patted her on the shoulder, "Don't worry, I'll tell you after the end of this school year." and I winked at her. "Alright!" I said cheerfully to the others, "Let's go downstairs and help your mum with dinner, shall we?" And I led the way out of the room, Ginny muttering darkly about murder behind me.

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