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spcncershybrid · 3 years

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She will kill us all- Fred Weasley Imagine

GIF IS NOT MINE

(Summary: Your two best friends rope you into their recent prank little did you know you would be hurt too.)

Fred Weasley X Reader

So basically I’ve seen a lot of people being like ‘oh just imagine Fred’s death being a prank and at the funeral George stays behind and Fred just wakes up saying what a good prank.’ so uh here is something similar. There will be a second part!

April 29th , 1998

“Hey Y/N.” The twins say in unison as I enter their shop.

“Hey why is the closed sign up?” I say pointing to the door.

“We have a plan-“ George starts.

“-a brilliant, heart wrenching, sad idea.” Fred finishes.

“The both of you and plans is never a good thing.” I say sighing.

“Also if it’s just the both of you doing it why did you guys call me?” I ask confused.

“Well our mother won’t kill you for the idea we have planned.” Fred says nodding over to his brother who agrees.

“Just spill your brilliant, heart wrenching, sad idea” I say looking at them suspiciously.

“Well so you know how the whole situation with the Dark Lord is happening.” George says.

“Yes?” I question looking at them.

“Well one of us is planning on fake dying-” Fred says.

“I already hate the sound of this.” I cut him off.

“So I can fake die then at the funeral you guys can hide my body then we can all go home.” Fred finishes raising his eyebrows at me.

I dryly laugh. They can’t be serious. That idea is insane.

“We know what you're thinking-” Fred starts.

“Yeah that you’re insane!” I exclaim looking at them.

“She will literally kill us when she finds out!” I say rubbing my eyes in disbelief.

They really want me to be a part of this!

“She won’t hurt a hair on your head.” George says as Fred nods agreeingly.

“You know what. The thing I get in return better be amazing for helping you gits.” I groan.

“Yes, she’s on board!” George and Fred cheer circling around me.

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

May 2nd, 1998

Today’s the day.

Instead of you-know-who killing us Molly Weasley definitely will.

I can’t believe I agreed to this.

“You ready guys?” George asks looking over to Fred and I.

“Ready to die at the hands of your mother.” I say sarcastically as I twirl my wand along my fingers.

They both laughed at my words and George headed inside.

Fred and I stare at the chaos engulfing around the school.

“After this we should go on a date.” Fred says swaying back and forth.

“Oh Fred Weasley you’ll be the death of me.” I groan softly looking up at him.

“Not if my mum kills you for helping us.” He says laughing as he stares back at me.

I roll my eyes at him and punch his arm.

“So will you?” He asked a playful smirk resting on his lips.

“Sure.” I say giving him a side hug as I notice Percy come upstairs.

“You go with Perce. I'll help fight inside. I promise I’ll be safe.” I say letting him go kissing his cheek.

“I promise I’ll stay alive for our date.” He says kissing the top of my head before going with Percy.

I run inside the building dodging the falling rocks and have my wand held high prepared for the fight of my life.

Little did I know it’ll be the one thing to fight for.

Later in the Great Hall

I walk beside George slightly limping as we enter the Great Hall. Immediately being met with sadness seeing our fallen friends whose lives have ended.

“Why is my mum crying?” George says as he stops abruptly.

“George who’s that on the floor?” I ask stopping next to him as my body grows cold.

Molly looks over at us, tears falling down her face.

We run over to her, dropping to our knees next to Fred’s body.

“There was an explosion that sent him flying into a wall. There was nothing I could do.” Percy said stunned as he watched the pair cry.

“No. You arse you promised!” I whisper angrily as I clutch his clothing tears already making its way down my face.

“Fred! Oh my gosh Fred!” I sob as I shake his body vigorously hoping his eyes would open.

”Come on brother please this was supposed to be a prank.” George whispered for only us to hear.

“He’s dead. My precious boy is dead.” We hear Molly say as we stand.

I look over to George and hug him. We both sob in each other’s arms, parts of us dying with the boy that lie on the floor.

One Week Later

I look into the mirror as I smooth out my black dress.

Today is the funeral. Fred’s funeral.

I take a deep breath and head down the stairs meeting the Weasley family.

We stand together mourning the loss of Fred, each of us nearly tearing ourselves apart as we look at his body lying peacefully in the casket.

“I wish this was a stupid prank.” I whisper to myself.

George walks up to me and stands beside me.

“So much for the plan.” George said sadly as we watched Arthur and Molly cry as they held one another.

“We’ll lay him down tomorrow morning. Morning was his favorite.” Molly said as she headed inside.

Soon enough the Weasleys head inside leaving George and I with the casket.

“You know he promised me he’ll stay safe. He even asked me out before the whole mess.” I say breaking the silence between us.

“Before the war he wanted to ask you out. He fancied you a lot. Ron and I bet each other a galleon if you two got together. I guess I owe him one.” George says laughing quietly recalling the memory.

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“They surely will get together.” Ron said as he stared at Y/N and Fred laughing and scheming together.

“They won't, they're both scared.” George said watching the pair.

“They would look cute together. Have you seen him when she’s near.” Ron said, staring at his brother sitting in front of him.

“You should’ve heard him yesterday talking about her. She walked in and he turned as red as our hair.” George says laughing.

“We should set a bet. One single galleon.” Ron said, smirking as he watched as Y/N slapped Fred’s arm playfully.

“You’re on brother. I bet that they won’t get together. This will be easy; they are both too scared to ask each other out. The Yule ball was pure luck for them. It’s been this way since second year.” George says confidently holding out his hand.

“I bet that they will get together.” Ron says matching his brother's confidence and gladly shakes his hand.

“Remember when he stepped on my foot during the ball.” I say laughing with him.

“I thought you would never walk again after. I was surprised he asked you seeing as you burnt the paper ball he threw at you to ask you in the first place.” George says laughing as we both reminisce on the events of the Triwizarding Tournament era of our lives.

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“He won’t ask me Angela, it's pure knowledge. Fred Weasley doesn’t like me.” I say sadly looking ahead at a Hufflepuff pair of students walking hand and hand after being asked to the infamous Yule Ball.

“He surely will. Just give him time.” Angela says comforting me.

“I sure hope so.” I say looking at her and get back to writing in my book.

Later on…

We all sat in the Great Hall as Snape walked past us, book nestled in front of his face.

Fred has non stop been flinging paper balls my way nearly getting me in trouble.

Out of my peripheral vision I notice him ball up another piece of paper.

I pull out my wand concealing it under the table as Snape walks past up stopping right behind Angela, who might I add is sitting right next to me.

Fred chucks the paper towards me but I react quickly.

“Incendio.” I say pointing my wand to the paper watching it burn and the charred pieces fall onto the table.

“Fred Weasley if you throw another paper ball my way I will use that spell on you.” I say glaring at him as I naturally get fed up.

“Open it next time.” He hissed looking at me.

Angela and George snicker watching the two of us bicker at each other.

A few moments pass and I silently pray that he won’t throw another.

I look around the room and hear a small thud in front of me.

I look down noticing a scrunched up piece of paper in front of me resting on top of my book.

I look over to Fred who’s motioning for me to open the paper.

I uncurl the ball and read it.

‘Georgie told me you were complaining about not having anyone to go with to the ball. So Y/N Y/L/N I invite you a one night Weasley special. Will you go to the ball with me? As friends.’

I smile at the scribbled writing and look up at him. He’s mimicking a ball like dance and nods to me. I roll my eyes and nod back as he cheers silently.

Although it was only as friends I was overjoyed.

“Told you.” Angela whispered to me as the twins get back to work.

Day of the Yule Ball

“Does this color seem tacky?” I ask Angela as I twirl in the mirror.

“It’s simple and cute. Fred will lose his mind looking at you in that.” Angela says as she smooths out her dress.

The dress wasn’t too elegant but it wasn’t plain either. It was a simple blue dress with glitter cascading the bottom half reminding me of the night sky.

I link arms with Angela as we head down the grand staircase making our way to the twins.

George and Angela grab each other’s hand and walk away leaving Fred and I standing alone.

We stare at each other not sure of what to say.

“You look beautiful.” Fred said looking at me.

“Thank you. You don't look too bad either.” I say laughing as we head inside where the students gather waiting for the champions to arrive.

After a while everyone dances with each other. I on the other hand stay sitting down watching the night unfold before my eyes.

“Come on you said you’ll dance.” Fred said walking over to me holding out his hand.

I grab his hand reluctantly and he pulls me to him as we sway back and forth to the beat of the song.

That was until we twisted too quick and his foot stepped harshly on mine causing me to wince in pain.

“I am so so sorry.” Fred apologizes profusely as he guides me to a table.

“It’s alright just remind me to never dance with you ever again.” I say jokingly as I slip off my heels noticing a large bruise slowly appear on it.

“Noted.” He said sheepishly as he helped me stand and led me to Madam Pomfrey.

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“You alright.” George says snapping me out of my memory.

“I will be.” I say sadly before turning on my feet and enter the Weasley home, leaving George outside.

I head upstairs not even bothering to stay down knowing I’ll break down at the sight of everyone upset.

Meanwhile...

George paces around outside staring at the open casket blankly.

What if the potion went wrong when he got hurt? He thought.

Yes he was scared that his brother was truely dead, the thought horrified him. The day their mum pronounced Fred dead he was scared believing he died.

But what if that wasn’t the case? He thought as he stopped.

He entered the house and looked around seeing if anyone was up. He quietly entered the different rooms noticing everyone asleep from the long day.

He quietly exited the home and went up to the casket staring at his brother's pale face.

Remember George just pinch him and he’ll wake up. We made this up ourselves. George thought to himself as he stood over the body.

His hand waved over his brother’s and pinched the back of Fred’s palm.

George stepped back and stared at him silently praying the potion worked. It had been a week at most since Fred ingested the potion.

Slight movement was beginning to be noticeable and suddenly Fred’s eyes were wide open taking in the night sky. He coughed slightly as George silently cheered.

“Welcome back to the land of the living brother.” George said, helping his brother out of the casket.

“How long was I out from that awful potion?” Fred said his legs buckled as he stood up for the first time in a week.

“A week.” George said, stabilizing his brother.

“Oh man how mad do you reckon they’ll be?” Fred asked, getting excited to see his family's reaction to the whole ordeal.

“Very. Y/N and I cried a lot. Mum and dad cried enough to fill an ocean.” George said laughing.

“You and Y/N cried? You saw me take the potion and I told you to tell her.” Fred said, slightly confused remembering the moment like it was yesterday.

“Beware drinking this might taste like what cat litter smells like.” George said, handing a special blended potion to knock Fred out.

“We don’t even own a cat. How do you know what it smells like?” Fred asked, causing George to roll his eyes.

”I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Fred said as he stared at the bottle.

“Me neither.” George says smiling widely.

“So after I drink this what will you do to wake me up.” Fred said mixing around the liquid watching it swish together.

“All I have to do is pinch you and you’ll wake up.” George said.

“Okay so it’ll affect me later during the war and make sure you tell Y/N so she doesn’t think I died for real.” Fred said as he held the bottle to his lips.

“Of course brother.” George said as he watched Fred drink the potion.

Fred gagged as he drank the potion as the different flavors coated his throat.

“Of course we cried. Percy said you were hit by an explosion that sent you into a wall. I thought you died for real. But later on in the night I remembered the potion would have protected you from anything.” George said as his brother regained mobility.

“So why did Y/N cry?” Fred asked, crossing his arms.

“I never told her about the potion Freddie. She was worked up about the war and it slipped my mind.” George confessed causing his brother.

“She cried over my dead body because you forgot to tell her I wasn’t actually dead! George, that was one thing that wasn’t supposed to happen.” Fred silently exclaimed.

Fred never wanted Y/N to cry over the prank. They already dragged her into the idea he didn’t want her to be heartbroken over the fact that he wasn’t really dead.

“We both thought you were dead Fred. There was no way of telling if you were alive or not.” George argued back.

“Please tell me that she didn’t cry for the whole week.” Fred said, staring at his brother.

George stood silently.

“She will be furious you know. Oh gosh she’ll probably hate me after this.” Fred said, running a hand through his hair.

“She wouldn’t hate you Fred. If anything she’ll hate me.” George says laughing slightly.

“We’ll worry about that tomorrow for the big reveal.” George says shrugging as he guides his brother to a shed on the property.

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“Where’s my boy? He’s gone!” Molly Weasley’s shocked voice pierces through the quiet home.

I quickly get up and head downstairs.

What does she mean he’s gone?

“He should be in the casket Mrs. Weasley. I don’t think we have grave robbers.” I say rubbing my eyes as everyone comes down the steps.

“He’s not here!” She yelled, sounding shocked.

Ron and Harry ran into the living room in confusion as they heard the commotion.

“Who’s not here?” Ginny asked as she walked in.

“Fred.” Molly said as she clasped her hand over her mouth.

I furrow my eyebrows and look around the room noticing one person of the Weasley clan isn’t here. George.

I huff and stomped upstairs. I walk along the hallway and knocked on his door furiously.

“Come in.” I heard him say.

I open the door angrily.

“You better have one hell of an explanation Weasley.” I hiss.

“On?” He asked confused as he sat up from his bed.

“Where is he?” I say crossing me arms.

“Who are you talking about?” He asked as he stood up from his bed.

“The bloody grindylow’s. You know exactly what I’m talking about George Weasley. Where is he?” I ask my voice raising slightly as I tap my foot on the floor.

“Y/N I wanted to tell you.” George started.

“Tell me where he is or you're both dead for real.” I say staring at him sternly.

“He’s at the shop. He’s in the flat.” George said as he stared down at his feet.

“This isn’t over.” I say as I walk out of his room.

I walk over to the room I’m staying in and grab my wand. I grab my old quidditch jumper and apparate to Diagon Alley.

I walked down over to the joke shop. I placed my hand on the handle and opened the door. I made my way towards the flat and opened it. Low and behold what do I see, Fred Weasley.

“Why are you here?” He asked startled.

“You’re lucky I don't have your head on a pike and because I know how to apparate properly.” I spat.

“Look, I know you’re mad.” Fred said as he put down a book.

“That’s not even the beginning Weasley. You had me worried sick you were dead for crying out loud. I cried for you, Fred and you’re here alive. Was the prank worth it? Was it worth the tears and the heartbreak? So help me on Gryffindor’s name was this whole thing worth it.” I yell at him as I bite back tears. Some cascaded down my face and I quickly wiped them.

“Y/N I’m sorry. I told George to tell you.” Fred said, his voice cracking.

“You’re sorry is all you have to say for yourself! You can forget about that damned date! Don’t even contact me!” I spat angrily as I ran out the room and down the steps.

I wiped away my tears and apparated back to my room at the Burrow.

“Stupid Weasley’s.” I muttered as I grabbed my rucksack off the bed. I began to fill it with my things.

After a few minutes most of my things were packed. I grabbed a fresh piece of parchment and sat down at the desk.

‘Dear Molly Weasley,

Sorry I won’t be here for the funeral. My condolences but I’m leaving. I wish you all the best. I'll be with my parent’s. Thank you for giving me a place to stay for the week I appreciate it.

Love,

Y/N Y/L/N’

I sealed the letter with tape and placed it onto my desk. I grab at my broom and open the window. I hop onto the broom and clutch the top. I pushed my feet off the window sill and flew off. The trip won’t be too long but it’ll probably take a while.

I soared through the air and sighed. I am going to miss them.

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nincompoopydoo · 3 years

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heyy congratulations!!! i would like something about george weasley with “ i can’t let you go. ” and “ what world do you live in ”. <3

NATURE MOURNS WITH THE MOURNING

PAIRING: George Wealsey x reader WORD COUNT: 1.1k SUMMARY: You and George finally find solace after the Battle of Hogwarts A/N: So uh this broke me. Anyways, thank you nonny for requesting! WARNINGS: Mentions of death. Grief. Mourning. support my writing through ko-fi💖 MASTERLIST

You see him, red under the moonlight, glowing in the darkness of the night. Through weary eyes, it’s the sight on his back that calms your erratic heart. The nights have been sleepless, dreamless—you will only dream of resting your eyes for once though they never seem to do just that. How could one rest with the aching and sorrow of one’s heart?

When you do sleep, for short minutes during the day, you dream of Fred. He seems to be always present, always watching in your peripheral vision but never speaks. Always there. Fred Weasley was the happiest and cheekiest boy you have ever met paired with intelligence and a slightly off moral compass.

Without him, things are never the same. The magic of happiness is forever lost in the creaking of the Burrow as the Weasleys scurry up and down the winding staircase. The smell of gunpowder will forever lose the hint of mischief that Fred held. He was a brother, a son, a friend.

You don’t know how George can breathe without the heaving breath of his brother.

George. He’s an anchor and has a huge heart with so much love to give.

His hair gleams like firelight against the greens of nature surrounding the house, sitting on the trunk of his father's Ford Anglia. He stares ahead and into the dark, mind drifting somewhere but the present. Reality is too hard to grasp upon.

He doesn't hear you approaching, light feet padding against the grass. The crickets hum the tune of a song for the lost. The trees are beginning to slant. The summer breeze tingles the strands of your hair against your cheeks as if wiping the stains of your tears.

Tonight, nature mourns with mourning.

"Hey, you."

Your voice is soft, trembling with the leaves that rustle in the passing wind. George turns to you, saddened eyes meeting your own. The last time you saw them was when you wrapped your arms around him, kneeling over the lifeless body of Fred. A part of him died that day. You will never forget the agony that tinged his teary gaze.

"Hi."

It comes off as a whisper, raspy and thick with hurt.

He’s trying to hold it in, but you see right through his facade of solemnity. It’s like shattered glass, holes peeking through the secrets of his mind. Even in sadness, you are still awestruck by the beauty of his heart and soul.

Without a second thought and a spoken word, he shifts in his seat, making room for you as you swiftly hop onto the trunk. Your shoulder brushes against his.

"Did you get any sleep?"

This is the longest he has spoken in weeks.

"No, not really. It’s just that, every time I sleep, I keep seeing—"

You cut yourself short, realizing how your tongue spits faster than your brain.

A moment of silence passes, your heart returns to its once erratic heartbeat. It was weeks of treading carefully, just wanting to be enough for George. But, you are afraid that with the name that never slipped your tongue but the intention is clear, you will lose him forever.

Maybe, he is ready to speak the secrets of his mind.

"Fred," he says with an odd air of contentment. Not with grief, screaming the name of his dead brother. George is different now.

You turn to him, attempting to hide your wide-eyed gaze. He continues to speak, "I see him too. Not just in me, but in everything. Everywhere. Every time. As if he's still here with us."

The steadiness of his tone disappears. You just sit there, next to him, listening.

Like a montage of life fully lived, you see snippets of your time with the twins, swimming in stacks of parchment from your Potions essay as you watch the two experiment on an invention like mad scientists creeping at night. You always smelled like gunpowder. No one would ever come near you except for the twins, of course.

You remember how fell for George. You remember how Fred found out about it and teased you for being upset when George asked Alicia to the Yule Ball.

Gone are your melancholic teenage years but your love for George never faded.

You watch him swing his eyes to the sky, blinking at the stars above. “I thought it would never happen. That he will be the first to leave. But, now...now, this world feels like it's crumbling and everything is burning...I don’t think I can ever be happy again.”

It’s the stinging of eyes that made you notice the return of your flowing tears.

“You know what Fred would say?”

George turns to you through his own flooded eyes too. You heave a trembling sigh.

“What world do you live in? The bloody dark ages?”

You’d imagine the sarcasm in his tone, said through the laughter of disbelief. He would nudge his brother a little too hard and George would respond, hissing in pain. The two will bicker and you will be there, rolling your eyes as you continue to submerge yourself in the sea of homework.

Now, it’s only the two of you, with the silence of the night.

George deserves to be happy. Fred would want that.

You hear him snort and your heart flutters.

“That was a really bad impression.” Despite his words, he still looks amused. You hum in response, a vague smile playing upon your lips. “I know.”

Maybe, it was the overwhelming sense of yearning for the embrace of someone because as soon as the two of you fall into silence once more, he takes hold of your hand. Through the bitterness and the sweetness of the unfortunate never-ending events, the warmth of his touch manages to seal the wound that was open for the world to see since the battle. For the first time, you see him. You truly see who George Weasley is amidst the chaos. He is just as scared as you are, no matter how strong he tries to be.

You then bring his head into your chest, running your fingers through his ginger hair. He holds you like you’re the only thing that’s keeping him together.

“Please don’t ever leave me.”

It’s a plea and you wonder why he would ever think such a thing. You shake your head, holding him closer. “I won’t leave you. And you know very well I can’t let you go anywhere without me. I will always be around.”

Tonight, it’s just the two of you, holding each other and left with the lingering thoughts and memories of a shared lost one.

Tonight, nature mourns with mourning.

Tonight, nature loves with the loving.

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griffxnnage · 3 years

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colovaria || g.w

request: ( from @romanoffs-heart!) hi love, so i have an idea for a george fic that i’m honestly sad i came up with lmao but pretty much it’s after the war and george asks the reader in the middle of the night to dye his hair because every time he looks in the mirror it hurts. I KNOW IM SORRY, i want it to be super angsty and just make me SOB. once again i’m sorry i hope you have a good day <33

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader

word count: 1195

taglist: @chaoswalkinq @nerdyblogger06 -> you can send me an ask, shoot me a dm or comment on this post if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!

warnings: angst, a lot of talk about fred being dead, mentions of not eating

a/n: oh boi, i cried writing this one, which has never happened before, so be warned...

It was never the same after Fred was killed. It felt so empty at the Burrow; cold, lonely and just plain grim. There was no one to crack jokes in awkward silences. No one to set off dungbombs under your bed in the morning. No one to make everyone’s lives a little more cheerful; more like a bit more difficult, but in the best way.

It’d been four months since the Battle of Hogwarts, and things had just started to lighten up again. There were smiles on peoples faces, albeit faint, but there, nonetheless. There was quiet chatter around the house again, and things were just starting to feel somewhat normal. The only one who seemed to still be mourning was George. His twin had died, for Merlin’s sake.

There was no one to finish his sentences, no one to go to when he was hurting, no one to be a dumbass with. Whenever he thought about the things they used to do together, a sad smile would happen upon his face and he would just fall deeper into his depression, and that was the seemingly never ending cycle.

Day after day, he would walk around the house, and outside in the garden, head down, hands in his pockets, muttering to himself quietly. If I was in hearing range, I could barely pick out the occasional “Hey, Freddie, I ate something today,” or “Hey, Fred, I laughed today,” and my heart would just break at the sound of his hoarse voice. Whenever I walked past the closed bathroom door, I could hear muffled whimpers that I knew were his.

He would come downstairs for supper with red, puffy eyes and a tearstained face. He didn’t care how everyone saw him; they knew what he was going through. I did my best to help him through his grief; cuddles when he felt up to it, hugs that lasted forever, getting him steaming mugs of tea whenever he fancied one and giving him his space when he needed it.

One day, he came out of the bathroom, his face red as usual, but he came up to me and led me by the hand back into the bathroom. After he closed the door behind us, he looked at me with those large, sad, brown eyes and choked out, “I need you to help me with something.” He could barely meet my gaze, so I took his large hand in my two smaller ones, rubbing it gently with my thumbs and whispering, “Anything for you, my love. What do you need help with, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I need you to dye my hair, Y/N. Everytime I look in the mirror, I see his face. I see him staring back at me, and it feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest. I get excited for no reason, and then I remember that he’s gone, and that he’s never coming back. It’s the worst feeling knowing that I’ll bear his face until the day I die, but that I’ll never see him ever again. It’s not just me, either; whenever I walk into a room, Mum has to choke back sobs, and she can’t look at me without her eyes tearing up. I can’t do it anymore, Y/N, I just can’t.” By this time, he was full-on crying, and so was I.

I had no idea he felt like this, and it pained me to know that he was going through such torture. It’d never crossed my mind that he’d see himself in the mirror day after day, being reminded of the part of him that he had lost and could never replace.

I pulled him in for a bone-crushing hug, and held him for a considerable time, wanting all of his worries to melt away, but alas, nothing could be done, really. “Alright,” I cleared my throat, pulling away, and taking out my wand. I also ushered him to bring the chair in the corner up to the mirror.

“What colour, love?” I asked his reflection in the mirror, suddenly understanding, with a lump in my throat, what he meant by seeing Fred. “Dark brown, please.” He looked down at his hands which were folded in his lap. “Sounds good, darling,” I murmured, kissing the top of his fiery head one last time.

‘Colovaria,’ I thought, aiming my wand at his hair, closing my eyes, and concentrating on the colour of dark tree trunks, the colour of earth after a torrential downpour. When I opened them again, his hair had turned to that colour and I couldn’t help but cry a little at the loss of one of his striking features.

“It’s alright, love, it’s all over. You can look now.” I put my hands on his shoulders as I watched slight shock fill his face. He reached up to touch his newly recoloured hair and he marveled at it. He turned around to face me, and asked, “How do I look?” with a hopeful yet sad look adorning his face. I held his head in my hands, and kissed his forehead. “You look,” I searched for a word, but ended up coming up short. “Very handsome.” My eyes ended up getting lost in the sad hopefulness of his eyes, wondering what was going on in that now brown haired head of his.

“Y/N! George! Supper!” We heard Molly yell from the kitchen. Both of us broke out of our little trances and left the bathroom, ready to face the rest of the family. After we descended down the creaky stairs, we heard a soft gasp coming from Molly and Ginny’s direction. Molly slowly walked up to George, her eyes tearing up and her face reddening. She took his face in her hands and brought their foreheads together, whispering to him. I clasped my hands together and looked down at my feet, not wanting to interrupt their moment.

“I’m sorry, George, that you had to do this to feel better; I’m sorry for everything, Georgie.” I heard Molly say through soft cries. George held her close, and the rest of the Weasleys came and engaged in a group hug that would pull on the heartstrings of anyone in passing.

I started to turn to walk back up the stairs to go read in George’s room, when Molly reached out through her kids and grabbed my arm, pulling me into the centre of the group hug. George pulled me in tight against him, and rested his chin on the top of my head. “I’m going to be with you every step of the way, Georgie. I’ll be right there with you, no matter what. I love you.” I whispered against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“Y/N, I love you so much. Thank you.” I felt vibrations of his voice against my cheek, and I felt in that moment that everything would be alright, although it might take a while for things to feel normal again. We all just stayed like that, all huddled together, and just being together; one big family, a little broken, but on the mend.

#george weasley x reader #george weasley x fem!reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley angst #tw: not eating #george weasley fic #reader insert #george weasley x you

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burberryfaerie · 3 years

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If Tonks had a younger sibling Pt 4 :

Pairings : Cedric diggory x gryffindor!reader

Warnings : Angst, fluff, character death, torture, crying, swearing, a war basically, possible spelling mistakes

A/N : In case if you're asking, yes i was crying during writing this.

Tags: @loveitsonlyforthebrave ❤️

Hermione apparates you to a place called Tottenham Court Road.

“The heck is a cappuccino? Is it better than butterbeer?”

Your ring suddenly rings violently and you can't understand why?

Dolohov and Rowle rudely interrupt your thoughts.

Going to Grimmauld place knowing damn well you're being followed.

Arthur Weasley's patronus reassuring that everyone is okay.

Remus's unlikely visit.

Muggle-borns are targeted by the ministry.

Your father and best friend are targeted.

Dora's pregnant.

You'll have your own niece / nephew.

But he wants to leave her.

“Me and my family went through shit Remus, and I won't let you break my sister's heart.”

Hating Remus with every inch of you.

Because how dare he breaks Dora's heart.

Kreacher's tale.

Regulus died as a good person who lived beneath the shadows of his prejudiced family.

The locket is with umbridge.

well, fuck

You know what's fucker?

Snape is headmaster

“WHAT ABOUT MINNIE?”

“who the heck are the carrows?”

Going to the ministry after drinking polyjuice potion and morphing in your case.

"Magic is might"

Seeing 'Umbitch'

Harry stupefying umbitch.

Escaping the ministry before Yaxley gets hold of you.

Apparating to a mysterious place.

A forest apparently.

Ron's splinched.

Hermione's protection spells.

“How do you have time to learn all this stuff? Last time I checked we go to the same school,”

“Last time I checked you don't study a word.”

Taking turns in wearing the locket since you can't destroy it.

Feeling so cruel once it rests around your neck.

It's a part of voldemort's soul afterall.

Ron leaving three months later.

Crying your eyes out every night because you miss your best friend so much it hurts.

Same thing with Hermione.

“Why haven't you told him Mione?”

“Tell him what?”

“That you love him”

You give her a knowing look, she returns it with the faintest of smiles.

Going to Godric's Hollow.

Looking at the statue of Lily, James amd baby Harry with sadness and awe.

They were too young to die.

Too innocent to die.

You visit their grave.

You smiled because you suddenly felt their presence, two warm souls watching over you.

Bathilda Bagshot.

Fuck that's a snake.

Voldy is here and he was about to murder the three of you right before you apparated.

Fast forward when Ron returns.

You're so. bloody mad at him but can't help it and pull him into a hug.

“You're such an idiot, Ronald Billius Weasley.”

Hermione's so mad too but you know damn well she still loves him.

Ron and Harry telling the events of last night, first horcrux is destroyed, wohoo.

Visiting Xenophilious Lovegood.

The deathly hallows and the tale of the three brothers.

Luna's painting of you, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny and her.

“She's so precious.” you think.

Xenophilious's betrayal.

Hermione wiping the fuck outta his memories.

fast forward a couple of days later.

listening to potterwatch. the norm.

lee jordan's voice

“Let's take a moment to report those deaths that the Wizarding Wireless Network and Daily Prophet don't think important enough to mention. It is with great regret that we inform our listeners of the murders of Ted Tonks and Dirk Cresswell.”

Feeling the worst heartache you've ever felt.

feeling as if every muscle, every cell in your body stopped functioning.

“No”

he can't die.

he was always okay. he can't just die.

he's expecting a grandchild. he can't just go.

The trio rushing to hug you.

Harry not able to meet your eyes.

“I'm so sorry” Hermione sobs into your neck.

You don't cry.

You can't cry.

You just sit there, feeling emptiness.

You suddenly get up, shoving everything in your way.

Ron holding you back.

"it's okay, I'm here” he reassures you.

You letting out a heart-wrenching scream that came out from god knows where.

Thank god Hermione has protection spells.

The trio tuck you into bed, making sure you were asleep.

You slept almost instantly, dreaming of your father who speaks to you.

“I'm always here, watching over you. Don't give up sweetheart, fight for your mom, dora, Remus and Cedric.”

“How'd you know about Cedric? ”

“I knew all along” he smiled

Waking up feeling slightly better the next day.

Fast forward when the snatches caught you.

Taken to Malfoy Manor

Bellatrix torturing you and craving "traitor" on your arm.

She also tries to slit your throat.

“You know? I want to murder you so badly, so you'd end up like your mudblood father, but I'll torture you, unril you beg for mercy.”

Literally screaming throughout the whole process.

“I know about Diggory, he's quite of a traitor, but his blood is pure, he won't want a filthy half-blood traitor like you with him.”

“SHUT UP, YOU DON'T KNOW HIM, SHUT U—”

being cut of with her dagger cutting your skin.

she moves on to Hermione next while you watch helplessly.

Dobby, Harry and Ron save you two.

Apparating to shell cottage.

You spot a small, weak figure in the distance.

You try reaching out for it, but you're too weak.

You loose consciousness in Ron's arms.

Next thing you knew you were in a room, Fleur watching over you.

Learning that Dobby's lost his life.

Feeling so weak.

Remus visits.

Little Teddy is born!!!

Can't help but feel so happy and hugging Remus, forgetting about all the drama.

Harry's Teddy's godfather.

yay

Gringotts

You hide under Harry's cloak.

You get caught.

Robbing Bellatrix's vault.

Getting the horcrux and giving griphook the sword.

Aaaaaand Griphook betrays you.

Escaping on a dragon.

Basically having to head to hogwarts.

To get the horcrux.

Hogsmeade at Abeforth Dumbledore.

Ariana Dumbledore's portrait.

NEVILLLEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Him looking terrible yet dashing at the same time.

From your conversation, you concluded that the carrows and Snape are absolute assholes.

Reuniting with all your friends!

Harry goes to Ravenclaw tower with Luna.

The order is here .

Cedric spots you.

He literally just picks you up and kisses you.

infront of everyone basically.

including the adults.

feeling sorta awkward but you don't care.

“YOU ESCAPED GRINGOTTS ON A DRAGON?!! DAMN IT LOVE HOW CRAZY CAN YOU GET?!!! ”

Harry interrupts your adorable moment.

Voldemort wants Harry.

“Potter's right here! someone grab him”

yeah of course, pugface parkinson.

literally everyone jumping in to defend Harry.

The battle has started.

You seeing Dora and running to hug her.

“MY BRAVE SISTER!” she shouts.

“Once we're outta here, we're spoiling Teddy with every inch of me.”

“I kinda approve though”

Duelling multiple death eaters.

Including Dolohov, Rookwood, Rabstan Lestrange.

Saving Malfoy's arse from the flames in the room of requirement.

Going to the shrieking shack to face Voldemort.

Snape's dead.

He's acting weird all of a sudden.

Voldemort wants Harry to meet him in the forbidden forest.

The chaos has calmed down.

You enter the great hall.

Your eyes roam around the room to find the redheads huddled together, the Diggorys, somewhat crying?

You take a closer look, seeing what they're all mourning.

You shake your head in disbelief.

Remus and Dora?

Your sister?

Your soulmate?

They just had a baby.

You felt Fred and George hug you, Hermione and Ginny hugging eachother.

You kneel down.

Your world is crushing.

They're dead but they look so peaceful.

You hugged Dora.

Ever so tightly.

The last time you'll ever hug her.

You wished you can turn the clock back, to listen to to weird sisters together, to giggle behind the Malfoys back together, to annoy your mother together.

Perhaps you could've been able to save her.

You rest your head on her chest.

Muffled voices of everyone else speaking were in the background.

But you didn't care.

You let out a cry, a small one.

You let out a slightly louder one.

You felt your chest tighten, your stomach churn, you felt your eyes twitch underneath your lids.

You heard Cedric's comforting voice.

“Shhhhhh.. I got you love”

But his words are not comforting you.

You just lay there on Dora's chest.

By that, you knew your hair will never turn pink again.

You don't know how many minutes or hours had passed by.

You heard the familiar snake-like vouce of Lord Voldemort.

“Harry Potter is dead He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone. The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle, now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live, and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together.”

You slightly lift your head.

The great hall was deadly silent.

You were sure he was lying.

You slowly walked up, holding hands with Ron and Hermione, exiting the great hall.

Voldemort and his army stood and your eyes spotted Hagrid.

He was carrying someone.

It was Harry.

Your body can't lift you anymore.

Mconagall let out a terrible scream followed by yours , Ron, Ginny, Hermione and Cedric's then everyone else.

Neville standing up to Voldemort.

He- he killed the snAKE??!!!

You just watchung Neville like a proud mom.

Cahos erupts once more.

Harry's gone?

No like seriously, he's just vanished.

poof

Spotting Cedric taking over three death eaters all at once.

Just being so proud of him.

You duelling Rodolphus Lestrange.

Took over him (as you should)

Moving to Bellatrix Lestrange.

Duelling her with Hermione, Luna and Ginny.

Bitch just aimed a killing curse at Ginny??!

About to make your move but-

“Not my daughter you bitch”

literally internally screaming because MOLLY WEASLEY DID NOT JUST CUSS???

Bellatrix's downfall.

Just felt a bit relaxed.

Voldemort is about to kill Molly but—

FUCK??

HARRY??

DID THIS MOTHERFUCKER TURN INTO A GHOST TO KILL VOLDEMORT?!!

Voldemort's downfall.

The man who everyone feared sayimg his name, just, fell down.

dead

Post-battle

You hug your mom so tight , she knew about everything.

You raising Teddy along with your mother and Harry.

You still have nightmares and trauma from the war.

But, Cedric was always there for you.

Not like he was any better, but you two comfort eachother.

Him placing soft, small kisses around your "traitor" scar after telling him about the Malfoy Manor events.

You, Harry, Ron amd Hermione gather at the burrow, just sitting there in comfortable silence, holding eachother.

Three years pass by and Cedric's on one knee, asking you to be his forever.

You frantically saying “Yes” before hugging him.

You were now an auror, just like Dora.

The wedding was so simple.

You had Hermione, Ginny and Luna as your bridesmaids.

Looking at the empty seats made especially for your father, Remus, Dora and Sirius.

Saying "I do" before leaning in and kissing him.

And for the first time in three years, your hair turned pink again.

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awritingtree · 3 years

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Until Every Star In The Universe Dies

Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: Everyone talks about war and its hardships but no one talks about its aftermath. No one talks about the pain of having to learn to live without the love of your life.

@weasleydream‘s 500 followers writing challenge - Song prompts! Prompt 22. “Take me back to the night we met.” (Lord Huron - The night we met). I’m sorry this took so long 💙

Words: 4k

Warnings: a bit of fluff, sadness, mentions of war, mentions of violence, mentions of death, character death (Fred lives don’t worry), depression, mourning

A/N: well all I’d like to say is I’m sorry....... I hope this doesn't flop because I really put a lot of work into this fic 😂 but I did write it during exams so like hopefully you all like it xx

A big big big thank you to @iliveiloveiwrite for helping me with this fic 💙

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

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I am not the only traveller Who has not repaid his debt I've been searching for a trail to follow again Take me back to the night we met

Fred sat in the Great Hall surrounded by all the survivors. The battle was over, Voldemort was dead. But then why did he not feel the want to rejoice like everyone else around him? Why did he feel numb to his surroundings - the sounds, whispers, light, joy, everything? It was because the one person that mattered the most wasn’t there with him. How did any of this matter, winning the war and defeating the darkest wizard of all time, if he didn’t have her by his side? He’d lost his person; nothing mattered anymore.

If Fred wasn’t lost in his head, he would’ve noticed George making attempts to get him to talk. But he was lost in his thoughts, reliving every moment they’d both had together; their first date, their first kiss, their first I-love-you, the first time they’d met.

Y/N was walking through the corridors of Hogwarts late at night, heading back to her common room after a tedious evening detention. She was completely exhausted, the reason for which she’d gotten detention was completely unreasonable and spending her entire evening scrubbing cauldrons clean seemed to be a harsh punishment for being ten minutes late to Potions, in her opinion. But that was Professor Snape, always hating on all students and making their lives a living hell.

She sighed, massaging her aching hand as she made her way through the barely lit corridors, her fear of the dark driving her to reach the common room in record time.

Suddenly something knocked into her with a force so strong causing her to go crashing to the floor. She barely had a moment to comprehend what had happened before a warm hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling her up and along with them as they ran through the corridors, turning at corners and running up the many stairs. She could see the back of a red-hair’s head, a Weasley no doubt, a twin perhaps from the late-night escapade he seemed to be upon.

“What are you doing?” she asked, trying to pull her hand back with no success; his grip was too firm.

“Mrs. Norris. Filch,” was the only thing that fell out of the twin’s mouth as he quickly shoved a tapestry aside before pulling her into the small space the tapestry was hiding with him.

“What the he-” Fred covered her mouth with his hand.

“Shh,” he said, pressing a finger against his lips.

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him but stayed quiet knowing she’d regret it if she didn’t listen to him; he was more experienced than her in these situations. Soon enough, the purrs of Mrs. Norris and the shouts of Filch echoed across the corridor.

“I know you’re here! Come out, come out wherever you are.”

Filch’s footsteps and shouts drew closer.

She held her breath as they momentarily paused outside the tapestry before continuing onwards, releasing her breath only when she could no longer hear them. She turned to look up wide-eyed at the chocolate brown eyes staring down at her in curiosity. Both their chests heaved heavily, trying to get enough oxygen into their lungs.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at Fred in question once she’d caught her breath, “And what exactly were you doing that Mrs. Norris was after you?”

“I don’t want to know,” she stopped him from answering her question.

“Now that’s a smart decision, love,” said Fred with a smirk, “What were you doing out so late?”

“That’s none of business,” she rolled her eyes and stepped away from Fred, moving the tapestry aside to get out of the cramped space.

“Well, um, thank you I guess,” she stammered out before awkwardly turning around, making her way towards her common room again.

“You never told me your name!” she heard Fred shout out after her.

She spun around, continuing to walk backwards in the direction she was heading, watching a grinning Fred stand next to the tapestry.

“Y/N Y/L/N!” she called back before racing away as the shouts and purrs of Filch and Mrs. Norris headed towards them once again.

She giggled hearing Fred curse out loud as she ran away. She thought this would be the first and last time they would interact. But unbeknownst to her, a friendship would blossom between the closest trio of friends Hogwarts had seen; “Closer than the Marauders,” McGonagall would come to say in a few years.

And then I can tell myself What the hell I'm supposed to do And then I can tell myself Not to ride along with you

Fred found himself in a slump, one that he couldn’t seem to get out of. All his days now consisted of laying in bed; hiding away from the world, reliving every memory he had with her. On some rare days, he would pull himself out of bed to go and sit in the garden not uttering a single word, only looking out into the horizon. George would join him at times, sitting there in silence until the last light of the day had faded away, replaced by the glowing moon and twinkling stars.

On that particular day, Fred was roaming around the room absentmindedly. He was not sure what to do, not sure what he could do anymore. His want for living, waking up each day and facing the world was gone, buried six feet under the ground, soul floating up to the sky to become one of the stars she’d always admired.

He suddenly bumped into a table, all the things he’d been avoiding piled onto it, falling onto the floor with a loud crash. The soundbox he’d gifted her fell open, a familiar bittersweet melody echoed throughout the quiet Burrow.

It hit him all at once, the first sob fell free from his body as he sank onto the cold, wooden floor.

The door to the bedroom flew open as George hurried in. The tune had reached his ear and he knew that nothing good would come from it. George rushed to the hunched-over figure and gathered him up in his arms.

Fred’s breaths came out in gasps, he was struggling to breathe; the walls felt like they were closing in, pushing all the air out of the room. Tears streamed down his face.

In the kitchen, Molly could be seen gripping onto the countertop, her knuckles white, not being able to deal with the gut-wrenching sobs that sounded through the Burrow.

George remained quiet, holding his best friend and rocking him back and forth.

“It hurts. It hurts so much,” Fred cried out.

George’s heart broke at the raw heartbreak in his brother’s voice.

“I know. I know,” George said softly, trying to keep himself together.

“Make it stop, please. Please make it stop,” Fred pleaded, clawing at his chest.

“I can’t do this. I can’t do this without her, George. Bring her back.”

George held Fred in his arms, heart aching for his two best friends; one dead and the other may as well be. He wished he could bring her back. He missed her too.

“Take me back,” Fred muttered over and over again, pleading the universe to rewind time and let him live these past seven years with her again.

“Take me back to the night we met.”

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met

What was he supposed to do without her in this world? They had their whole life planned out. They were supposed to get married after the war and live out the rest of their days with each other in a small home at the edge of the ocean. They were supposed to dance early in the morning every day as they made breakfast, and come back home to welcoming arms each night after an exhausting day of work. They were supposed to have their own children, grow grey and wrinkly together; help the other when their bodies had begun to fail.

Fred twisted the ring between his fingers, staring at what-should-have-been; the simple gold ring that belonged on her finger, not dangling from the chain around his neck.

“You really love her, don't you?” asked Molly as she watched her son stare at his girl who, in Molly’s eyes, was the perfect match for him.

Fred adored her; he adored everything about her. And everyone in the presence of the both of them could see it; could feel the love radiating from them. He was devoted to her, worshiping the ground she walked on.

Y/N sat cross-legged on the sofa which Ginny was leaning against as she sat on the floor. The soft orange light from the crackling fire lit up the side of their faces. Christmas music drifted through the Burrow from the radio in the background.

She was wearing one of Fred’s jumpers, the sleeves folded up to her wrists to allow her fingers to weave through Ginny’s soft ginger hair, so much like her brother’s; dutch-braiding it into two sections. Fred watched Y/N throw her head back laughing at George’s joke, the sound of her laughter bringing a smile to her boyfriend’s face.

Fred’s eyes didn’t waver from her as he answered, “I’m going to marry her mum.”

His eyes drifted away from her to look at his mother, “I know we’re only seventeen and we’re still young but there can be no one but her.”

Molly teared up at seeing Fred speak so maturely, the same boy she thought would never settle down, always busy with pranks and whatnot.

“Oh, Freddie,” she said, pulling him into a hug.

Fred groaned at his mother’s overly affectionate and emotional tendencies but gladly accepted the hug. He watched over his mother’s shoulder as Y/N looked up towards their direction, her eyes meeting his, and sent him a small smile before returning her attention to George and Ginny’s hair.

“Come back to me,” he whispered into the abyss.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met

Fred crawled out of bed one morning. It was extremely early but sleep would not come to him. He’d been tossing and turning all night long, but he supposed he could count this as the most sleep he’d gotten in months. The nightmares from the battle; the wall crumbling, her lifeless body flashing in front of him every time he closed his eyes, keeping him awake.

The circles under Fred’s eyes were darkly visible from several feet away, his cheeks had become hollow from the lack of self-care. His unruly hair had lost its bounce and shine, his eyes had lost their light.

His feet lightly padded across the room, closing the door softly behind him. He carefully made their way down the stairs, avoiding the steps he knew would creak so that no one would wake up.

Fred waved his wand to get the water boiling for some tea as he entered the kitchen. He sighed and sank into one of the chairs, resting his head in his hands which were propped against the wooden table by the elbows. He clenched his hair, pulling at it, as tears started to make their way down his face as his mind drifted away.

It was a quiet summer morning. The sun had just begun to rise, soft, warm golden beams infiltrating the Burrow’s windows through the white lace curtains. Y/N and Fred were the only people awake in the house.

Y/N was preparing the kettle for morning tea as Fred stood leaning against the counter admiring the love of his life. She was protected against the early morning cold by one of Fred’s sweaters that Mrs. Weasley had knit ages ago. Fred had long since outgrown it but it fit perfectly on her petite body.

She jumped slightly as she felt hands wrap themselves around her waist and a body pressing against her back. She relaxed as Fred pressed a kiss on her trapezius before resting his chin on her shoulder.

“Come dance with me,” he whispered into the quiet of the morning.

“What?” she laughed.

Fred spun his girl around to face him and pulled her against him.

“You heard me,” he said with a smirk before proceeding to dance goofily around the kitchen with her.

Quiet giggles filled the air as they danced around the small space, Fred occasionally dramatically twirling her around.

As their energies started to drain, Y/N rested her face on her boyfriend’s chest slowly swaying to the music of their hearts, both their eyes closed and smiles spread across their lips in content. Fred rested his chin on her head. He held her flush against him, softly humming a melody he’d heard fall from her lips many times before.

The sound of the kettle’s whistle blowing and feet rushing down the stairs brought Fred back to reality. He quickly got up and moved the kettle, setting it on the kitchen countertop. He leaned against the countertop for a moment, attempting to pull himself together. He took a breath, wiping the remnants of a memory he’d treasure for all time to come.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning,” he mumbled, heading towards the cupboard that stored the mugs.

Ginny frowned looking at the person in front of her; the person that was always so full of joy and life.

But now she was gone, taking his light away with her and all that was left behind was a human shell moving around the kitchen like a ghost of his past self.

When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears

“I’m scared,” Y/N whispered into the dark as she lay on her side.

She felt Fred shift around next to her in the bed so they were facing each other. The moonlight from the window highlighted Fred’s features; the flames on his head, the melted chocolate in his eyes, the constellations across his nose and cheeks.

Fred watched her, the scared look in her glazed eyes shining brightly through the dark room. But she still looked beautiful, ethereal in the silvery moonlight.

“Me too.”

They laid there in silence, staring into each other's eyes, relishing in the feeling of being in the other’s arms because who knew if they would be able to do this again. The war was coming, everyone could feel it. The darkness looming over the world had reached its optimum point, the muggles noticed it too whether they knew what it was about or not.

“If anything happens,” she started.

“Hey, let’s not talk about such things,” said Fred softly, raising his hand to caress her cheek, “Nothing is going to happen to you, my love. I promise. I am going to make sure nothing happens to you.”

“If anything happens,” she persisted, “Just know I love you. I will love you until every star in the universe dies and their light can’t be seen anymore.”

“And I’ll continue to love you after that,” whispered a teary-eyed Fred with a loving smile, before leaning into a kiss.

Their lips moved slowly and gently against each other, treasuring this moment for it could be one of their last.

They laid in bed in each other’s arms that night. Sleep was the last thing on their mind as they exchanged small kisses and quiet I-love-you’s, and wiped each other’s tears away. They stayed awake as the morning light streamed into the bedroom lighting up the world in a soft orange glow, staring at each other knowing that could very well be the last night they got to do this.

When you had not touched me yet Oh, take me back to the night we met

Fred’s fingers danced across the frame, tracing her face. Tracing her face the same way that her fingers would always trace his freckles; playing connect-the-dots. A loving smile would appear on his face as he’d feel her fingers ghosting over his cheeks and nose, eyes shutting in pleasure.

He saw his broken reflection staring back at him as a teardrop trailed down his cheek and fell onto the glass.

It was a picture from the first day after their seventh year was over, their first time together at Weasley Wizards Wheezes. They’d made their way there right after the Hogwarts Express had arrived at King’s Cross station.

It was the day they’d decided to move in together.

It had been a few months since they’d seen each other; each moment away from each other felt like years. He had not felt her body as he held her against him, fitting together like missing pieces of a puzzle. He had not seen her beautiful eyes or heard her angelic voice. He craved her vibrant presence like he had never craved anything before.

“Freddie!”

Fred turned around towards the sound only to feel someone jump on him. He stumbled back due to the force, holding the person tightly against him. Y/N clung to him, her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands around his neck. Her face was buried in his neck whilst his was buried in her hair, breathing in the intoxicating scent he’d missed the past few months.

“I missed you,” Fred said quietly.

Y/N pulled away, standing again with Fred’s help.

“I missed you too,” she said, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. He still looked the same: the same sturdy body, the same ginger hair and chocolate brown eyes. The same chapped lips that were always pulled in an infectious smile, the same hands that never failed to ignite the skin they left in their wake, trailing against every inch of her body like a blazing fire. The only thing different about him was his choice of clothes.

“What is that ghastly thing?” she questioned, staring at his dragon-skin clothes.

“You don’t like it?”

“No. As I said, it looks ghastly. I very much prefer you in your normal simple clothes but if you like to wear this… Well go ahead, I won't stop you. It is your choice.”

Fred chuckled at his girlfriend and leaned down to kiss her nose.

“You’re lucky you’re cute or I’d be extremely offended.”

“Oi! Stop hogging her all to yourself,” said George before pulling Y/N out of his twin’s arms and spun her around as they hugged.

Fred watched the interaction with a smile on his face thinking they already behaved like a brother- and sister-in-law would.

He wished the shop could’ve waited till their final year was over, instead of starting it in the middle of their seventh year.

Looking back on it now, Fred hated the decisions made from his side. He could only think about all the time he had missed out on - a few months of time that could’ve been spent with each other.

“Should’ve stayed together,” he thought as he held the picture against his chest, sobbing into the silence of the night.

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met

The world that was once orange and warm, was tinged blue without her. Food no longer had any taste, the sun was no longer warm, birds no longer chirped, the butterflies in his stomach had abandoned their home. Music was no longer mellifluous, the joke shop was no longer humorous, home did not feel like home anymore. His heart no longer beat.

The world was dull and bleak without her; hopeless. The fundamental part of his very being, his core felt broken; irreversible, never to be mended again.

In a single moment, his entire world had come crashing down around him. Irretrievable.

“Why? Why did you leave me? Why do I get to live whereas you died?” he asked, his throat constricting as he compelled himself not to cry.

“Why? Why did you push me out of the way?”

“NO!”

The air exploded just as soon as he felt someone push him out of the way. His body flew through the air as the sound of the wall collapsing rumbled through the corridor.

Fred groaned as he sat up, moving the stone and wood aside. His eyes burned because of the dust floating through the cold air blowing in from the side of the castle that had been blown open due to the sheer force of a casted spell.

He hurriedly got up as he remembered what he’d heard right before the blast had occurred. He stumbled through the rubble, terrified, and began to search through the wreckage, having no care of the ongoing war around him.

He moved a large stone out of the way only to find a hand adorning a familiar ring that was shining through the debris.

“No. Please no. No no no,” Fred choked out, hurrying to move the broken wall pieces aside and uncover the body, hoping it wasn’t her even though deep down he knew it was.

The world fell silent as Fred fell onto his knees, numb to the shock that went up through his legs. He let out a blood-curdling cry at the sight of her unmoving body; eyes unblinking, staring up at the ceiling but seeing nothing.

He gathered her up in his arms, moving her hair and dust out of her face.

“Wake up love,” Fred begged. “Please. Oh Merlin, please no.”

He held her face against his chest, trying to protect her from harm, clinging onto her, refusing to let go. Even as Percy and Ron tried to pull him away to get to safety, Fred did not budge.

“Wake up. Please love. Please,” he pleaded to someone who would never hear him again, who would never respond to him again.

Her unseeing eyes stared ahead hauntingly as Ron ripped Fred away from her body and dragged him away from the impending danger. Fred continued to fight against Ron, shouting at him to let him go. He couldn't leave her alone, he had to get back to her. She couldn’t wake up all alone in the middle of an ongoing war.

“No! I can’t leave her alone! Let me go! LET ME GO!”

I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Take me back to the night we met

“I miss you. I miss you so damn much. Come back to me, please,” Fred sobbed with a hoarse voice.

He still had a hard time believing she was gone. She had so much left to do; her future was filled with so much promise. So many days not lived, so many words not said.

Fred would risk his life, give everything away, his soul, if only he got to see her smile, hear her laughter as she laughed at one of his jokes once again.

“I can’t do this without you. Please, I need you.”

Fred didn’t know how long he stayed there, crying to the dead.

The sun had started to set; the yellow, orange, red, purple and blue blending together in the picturesque scenery; one that artists wrote poems about or created paintings of.

He sighed realizing he had to leave soon or his mother would get worried and send out a search party after him. He wiped his blotchy face using his sleeves as he got up, looking around the cemetery melancholically.

The first smile, in months, broke out on his face, similar to the rays of sunshine peeking through the breaks in the clouds after a storm, as a gentle breeze grazed his cheeks, the feeling equivalent to fingers tracing the freckles on his cheeks and nose, playing connect-the-dots.

“I will love you until every star in the universe dies and their light can’t be seen anymore.”

“And I’ll continue to love you after that,” Fred whispered softly, tracing the name on the stone before turning around and walking away.

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ffangirlingsince2001 · 3 years

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End of the Tunnel: VIII

Description: It’s almost been a year since Freed Weasley was lost to the Battle of Hogwarts, and for George Weasley it might as well be an eternity. He is lost in the dark, no color to be found. Until suddenly there might be a light at the end of the tunnel.

Warnings: ANGST, self deprecation, language

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George though that making it through May 2nd meant he was home free. He thought he was better, he thought that with Hannah by his side he was unstoppable. He had come to terms with being what you might call friends with Draco fucking Malfoy. He was on top of the world, and he was sure nothing could pull him down.

He was so fucking sure, until the anniversary of Fred’s funeral.

He woke up to an empty bed, Hannah had gone to work early, leaving a draft in her place. The one morning when he was sure he needed her more than anything else, she was gone. He shouldn’t blame her; she didn’t know the day. They had both been so sure that the storm had passed after May 2nd.

With a great effort he rolled over and groaned. He told himself he should get up and go to work, but he couldn’t bear it. His body ached and his heart was heavy. He could imagine the funeral, the number of people that patted him on the shoulder and the pity they had all offered him. He hadn’t wanted any of their pity, he had just wanted his brother back. While he hadn’t shed any tears that day, when they lowered him into the ground his whole world had shattered.

The world was ending all over again.

He couldn’t believe he hadn’t talked to Fred’s painting at the event. He knew it wouldn’t be the same, and he had been a bit distracted by other matters at hand, but that was the problem wasn’t it. He was distracted from his own brother, his best friend, and the one person who had really understood him.

When Ron had first attacked him, he had been indignant, sure that being friends with Malfoy was important to overcoming the prejudices that had been formed long before he was born, but now he wasn’t so sure.

What would Fred think? Would he agree or would he be just as angry as Ron had been? The pit in his stomach sunk lower. Not only that but he was dating a girl, who Malfoy would have wanted to kill little over a year ago. Was Ron, right? Had George pinned the execution notice to her door and led her to the guillotine. He might as well pull the rope too, clap with the crowd while her blood stained the sidewalk.

NO! He would never, he wasn’t, he couldn’t. She had been friends with him first, and she had been fine long before he showed up, amazing even. They had lived together, she had helped him, and he had helped her. If Malfoy had wanted to kill her, he would have done it long before George came along. She was safe, he would protect her before he would ever hurt her.

George allowed himself to relax a little through the sadness, but then sorrow turned to rage as an evil thought wriggled its way into his mind.

Had she loved him? Malfoy said he loved Sloane, but had she just been an accident along the way of a different tragic love story? Malfoy had killed for her, would he do that for someone he didn’t love in return? Had they ever drifted around each other while cleaning up late at night, fingers ghosted as they washed and dried the mugs? Had their eyes met and then had she let him kiss her? His mind drifted further and before he could put a stop to it, he could picture them in bed, rolling around beneath sheets while she made noises that he had once felt lucky enough to hold privately within his memory.

She would have told him.

He sat up, slamming his fist into the wall as he stalked towards the bathroom. He had reinstalled the mirror a few weeks ago, but now it seemed like a foolish idea. Fred was staring back at him, so disappointed George threw up in the sink. Wiping his lips, he returned his gaze to the exhausted looking face in the mirror. If he imagined an ear where the was none and put on a big smile it would have been the same picture they used at the funeral.

“What am I doing?” he muttered but no response came. “Fred, what the fuck am I doing?” he screamed but no response came. He yelled again, slamming his hands against the porcelain of the sink, knuckles turning white as he held it for support. With a sudden thrash of his body he punched the mirror. It shattered and his hand was bleeding, not that he could feel any of the wounds. It was so difficult to notice trivial things like pain when anger was so overpowering.

It felt wrong to be so angry, so lonely and numb when everywhere he turned there was love. He was loved by so many, but when only silence mixed with his heavy breathing, he had never felt more alone. Pain grabbed his heart and squeezed until he found himself sitting on the cold floor of the bathroom, drowning in thoughts that would have seemed impossible the night before. The disappointment Fred would feel, the sound of Malfoy and Hannah interlocked in something he couldn’t understand, and the overwhelming loneliness that seemed to be sitting on his chest.

And that’s where he remained until later that evening when Hannah opened the door. By the time she returned he had rehearsed, and rewritten, and scrapped everything he wanted to say. Fear had accused, but love had sacked the idea. Now all he was left with was anger, about both things that he couldn’t control and things that he was not sure had even happened.

“George?” she called, and he stalked out of the bathroom, fists clenched by his side. She hadn’t seen him yet, her head in the fridge as she put away the few groceries she had picked up after work. He tried to collect his thoughts, to decide what to say before she noticed him, but he wasn’t fast enough. “Oh George, you look awful are you alright? Did something happen at work?”

“Did you ever shag Malfoy?” She flinched away as if he had slapped her, eyes wide at the accusation. He can’t believe those were the words that had managed to push through everything he was feeling. A fleeting thought hours ago, and that’s what he greeted her with.

“Excuse me?” He was going to apologize, but that’s not what he ended up saying.

“You heard me. Did you ever shag Draco fucking Malfoy?”

“No, I never shagged Draco. And I never will shag Draco. Where is this coming from?” she approached him but he jerked away. That seemed to hurt her more than the accusation. “Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not fucking okay.”

“Come here, let me help you,” she pleaded, hand outstretched in front of her. He pushed it away, turning to stare at the wall. “George, please.” She rested her hand against his back, words soft and comforting, and rational George wanted to fall into her arms. Rational George was begging to cry and let her lead him to bed. Rational George fought tooth and nail against what happened next, but angry George easily tossed him to the side as he turned around, malice in his eyes.

“Stop trying to be him,” he yelled but she only looked confused.

“Who?”

“Fred.”

“I’m not trying to be,” she replied, and she wasn’t but that didn’t stop him from laughing maliciously as he advanced, fists by his side.

“You’ll never be as good as him.”

“I’m not trying to be,” she screamed in response, tears streaming down her face.

“You’re just someone to make me feel loved, but you can’t even manage that can you?”

“How can you say that?” she cried, vigorously wiping away tears as she tried to remain strong.

“Because it’s true. You’re never here when I need you, for all I know you’re out with Malfoy, wishing you were Sloane while I’m stuck at home waiting for you.” It was all bullshit, he didn’t believe a word that came out of his mouth, but that didn’t stop him from continuing. “And I’m sick of waiting.”

“What are you saying?” she managed through the tears. Rational George screamed one more time, begging him to apologize but the wrong words were already out of his mouth.

“I’m telling you to get out.” The world stopped, and while it had felt like it was ending earlier that morning, it seemed that was only a ruse. She burst into tears, falling to her knees in front of him. Rational George begged him to hold her, but he only watched stoically. He was so angry at the world that he couldn’t bring himself to fight for her, especially when he was the enemy he was trying to defend her from.

“George-.”

“I said, get out,” he growled and with heavy steps she dragged herself away like a kicked puppy. She glanced over her shoulder one more time as she pulled open the door. A final plea rested on her tongue, but she couldn’t bring herself to beg when he was staring at her so coldly. He had never been so cold, always warmth, but it was hard to remember she had ever felt heat from him when he was staring at her like that. So, instead of begging, instead of crying, instead of refusing to leave she took the dreaded step into the hallway.

“You know where to find me.” And then the door clicked shut. He stared at him, heavy breathing the only thing that filled the room as her sobs slowly disappeared from earshot. Then, the room turned into a rampage.

He flipped the table, allowing the remaining groceries to fly across the room and crumble into small heaps against the wall. Rational George and angry George worked as one as they mourned their loss. He flipped chairs, their legs burying into the drywall before falling to the ground with a clatter.

He swiped dishes from the counter and to the floor, not even bothering to wait for the satisfaction of hearing them shatter against the floor. He ripped a cabinet from the wall and hurled it away. He marched towards the bathroom and ripped the shelf from the wall. Products fell to the floor, shattering upon impact. The nails left holes in the wall, but they paled in comparison to the one his fist left as he screamed.

He marched towards the door. He was going to go after her. He was going to pull her into his arms and beg for forgiveness. He was going to, no force on the earth could stop him, except the wave of self-hatred that washed over him the moment he touched the doorknob.

Why would she want him back?

He had thrown her out without an ounce of remorse, accused her of sleeping with a friend without proof, and told her she would never be enough. No one in their right mind would take him back. If he was her he would never want to see him again.

His hand fell from the door and he fell to his bed, eyes squeezed shut. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes as he lay there, half in bed, half out. He was no better than he had been that morning, sad and wishing that the love of his life was laying beside him.

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kalimagik · 4 years

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Before the After

Harry Potter x Reader

Word Count: ~1,200

Warnings: Death and Angst...lots of angst

A/N: I did post this as an OC a while ago and decided to adapt it to the reader insert format. The entire idea actually came to me in a dream. The whole thing. I watched it as if it was a movie, so it was just so easy to write. It’s pretty short, but there is a lot of angst packed into the mere one thousand words, so I really apologize. But, even though it is sad, I truly love this story. Everything just flowed for me. If you enjoy reading, like, reblog, comment, or even follow! Feel free to send me any constructive criticism or just start a chat with me! Happy reading <3<3

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“Don’t do anything stupid,” she said as he went to save the Wizarding World. He pulled her into his arms and she kissed him for the last time. Harry was the only thing she had left. The only person that felt like her family and her home. Without him, she would be lost. She’d already lost the rest of her family. She couldn’t lose him too.

Y/N felt weird…she felt light…she felt like…Oh Merlin! Was that her body? Why was she looking at her body from above? Where were these members of the Order taking her? Why were there so many questions in her head?

Y/N floated above, following her body, which was placed on a cot in the destroyed Great Hall. She looked around at the carnage and the bodies. She saw Lavender, a girl in her year who was nice to her for 7 years. Colin Creevey, the sweet little boy who only wanted to fit in. Then she looked and saw Remus and Tonks. Professor Lupin had taught her so much even though he only taught for one year. And they had just had a son! Y/N felt her “breath” hitch in her chest. Then, there was her body laying not too far from a pretty large group.

Whether or not she could, Y/N jumped as she felt another presence near her.

“Y/N?”

Y/N turned to see the perfect shape of a Weasley twin next to her.

“Fred?” she asked, tears coming to her eyes. “Why, why, why can I see you and you see me?”

“You’re like me…dead…” he trailed off.

“Why are we still here though? Why am I watching everything happening?” she asked, now scared.

“I don’t know,” Fred shrugged. “This is my first time dying too,” he chuckled, “but, I think, I think we are getting one last look at our surroundings before we go wherever we go. Look there, my family is starting to show up.”

Fred pointed to the large group not far from Y/N’s body. She could see George’s pain as he knelt over his brother, his best friend. She saw Molly Weasley, one of the best mothers she knew mourning the loss of her son, something no mother should have to do.

Y/N didn’t know if she could cry, but she felt like she should be right now. She couldn’t feel any tears, but maybe that’s how it worked.

“Fred?” she asked timidly.

“Yeah?” he responded, tearing his eyes away from the family surrounding his physical body.

“Have you seen Harry?”

“He hasn’t come in yet. He, he hasn’t seen you…”

Y/N watched the scene below. Feeling sorry for those who were still alive and grieving their friends and family. It didn’t feel right.

“Fred?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you last remember?” Y/N asked, filling the silence of up above.

“I was fighting next to my brother. Percy was my brother again. Then, there was an explosion. It went dark. Then, I guess I did the same thing as you. I saw my body moved behind a suit of armor until I followed it to the Great Hall,” Fred recited as if he had seen it happen a million times over. “What about you?”

“I was in one of the corridors. Ginny wasn’t too far from me. Someone shot a curse in her direction…instinct just kicked in, but I wasn’t fast enough to block the curse. It hit me instead, I guess…” Y/N trailed off.

There was silence for a while.

“It didn’t hurt, you know,” Y/N stated, dryly. Not like she needed to tell Fred that.

“I agree. Everything just…stopped,” Fred said, eyes back on his family.

“Maybe that’s for the best,” Y/N sighed, still feeling as if she should cry.

Silence for a little longer. Y/N drifted off into her memories of good times. Times when she sat with Hermione, Ron, and most importantly, Harry in the Common Room. The nights that Harry would lead her up to the Astronomy tower and they would just watch the stars and he’d hold her close. They were the best times when she was alive. The simplest, but her happiest.

“Y/N/N.” Fred pulled her attention back to the scene below.

Y/N watched as the Great Hall doors opened and her three best friends walked in. Ron immediately ran to his family and Y/N could feel his pain. She didn’t know why, but she could. Then, her eyes went to Harry, who was slowly walking down the row.

She watched him stop in front of Lupin and Tonks. She knew Lupin had been the last connection that Harry had with his parents. Harry looked up and kept walking. He stopped when Hermione hugged him tightly, right before he had gotten to her body. That’s when he saw her. He saw Y/N’s lifeless form on the ground in front of him. Y/N watched as he fell to his knees. The silent tears streaming down his face. She wanted to call out to him from about “I’m here! Harry! I’m still here! I’m okay!”, but she knew she couldn’t. It hurt her. She was dead and it still hurt her.

“Fred?” Y/N asked, holding back a sob.

“Yeah?” he responded on cue.

“Can I go down to him?” she asked, now for the first time feeling as though her face was wet and she was crying real tears.

“Yes, you can. You might not like it though. They can’t hear you and they can’t see you. You’re invisible…”

“But, can I still hug him?” Y/N asked, now distressed.

Fred just nodded as Y/N shot down to the ground, a sensation that she couldn’t explain. She only had one destination in mind.

“Harry, Harry?” she whispered, knowing he couldn’t hear her.

She brought herself around to the front of him, looking at his face.

Tears still streaked his dirty, bloody face. Why was he always covered in blood?

“Harry, I’m here. I’m okay,” she sobbed, still not getting any recognition from the boy she loved.

“I love you, Y/N,” Harry whispered through his tears, “I’ll always love you.”

Y/N felt her heart swell. She loved this boy with all her heart and would never get to tell him. He would never hear it. So, she did all she could. She wrapped her arms, that he couldn’t feel, around him from behind. She rested her head on his hunched over shoulders and she held him one last time while he cried over her lifeless body.

She just hoped that he would be able to feel her presence there.

After wiping his face, Harry stood up. He left the Great Hall and was off to Dumbledore’s office. Y/N returned to Fred.

“Can we go now?” she asked through her heavy gasps.

“Let’s go…” Fred said as he stretched his hand out for hers. Y/N didn’t truly want to go, but she was happy to have Fred with her to make the journey.

Off they went. They went to start their afterlife where they could see others waiting for them above.

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lizzie-boo · 4 years

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What He Would’ve Wanted

Fred Weasley x Reader

Words: 1,033

A/N: THIS IS ANGSTY AS HELL. You have been warned. I actually had this idea for a while and finally sat down and it just flowed so nicely. It feels nice to be writing again even if this did break my heart just a little. Hopefully I did this idea justice. Let me know what you think.

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The battle had been over for almost a month but you still found yourself reliving that day over and over. The sounds of the castle crumbling around you, spells being shouted, and the screams of the wounded. You could still hear it all no matter how loud everyone around you was. Your dreams were plagued with faces of those who had lost their lives.

The person you found yourself mourning most was Fred Weasley. Your boyfriend of four years who had lost his life fighting for the greater good. Knowing that you would never get to see him or hug him again made your heart ache and your eyes swell with tears. More often than not you found yourself crying over him.

Today was no different, it was the day that the Weasley family had decided to finally start going through Fred’s belongings. It hurt everyone too much to bear the thought of throwing anything away so you had all decided to divide up his possessions between you and his siblings.

You arrived at the apartment the twins used to share at the same time Molly had. She pulled you into a tight hug the second she saw you and for the second time that day you felt the tears roll down your cheeks. Eyes red and shining with tears you looked into Molly’s eyes to find her in a similar state.

“We’ll get through this,” she reassures while taking you by the hand.

The apartment felt smaller and darker than the last time you had been there. It seemed as if all the life had been sucked out with the absence of Fred. Pulling the sleeves of your sweater down over your hands you tried to hold back the torrent of tears.

You bit your lip as you heard George begin to shuffle out of his bedroom. The sight of his disheveled red hair and glassy eyes made your heart ache. You couldn’t even begin to imagine the pain of losing a twin. His eyes trail up slowly and when you lock eyes he rushes over to pull you into a tight hug.

“Thank you for coming to help,” he mumbles into your shoulder.

Your fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt and for a moment you let yourself believe that it’s Fred’s arms your in.

“I’ll always be here for you, you’re my family.” The words come out just above a whisper, the memories tied with them bittersweet.

Fred had always made sure you knew that no matter what his family was yours too. That as long as you were together his family would treat you like one of their own. That they’d always be there for you. It was something that Molly was always adamant about too. Something that you weren’t sure if it was still true now that Fred was no longer around.

Sensing your far off gaze George whispers, “You’ll always be family no matter what.”

Letting go of George finally he takes the opportunity to pull his mom into an equally long hug. By the time you move towards Fred’s bedroom you have run out of tears but the ache in your chest grows with each passing step. It felt as if your heart would burst at any given moment.

Entering the room the three of you split up and begin to sort through the contents of the bedroom. You place each item into its respective pile. Some things going to his siblings, others to his parents, and lastly a few things that he would have wanted you to have.

You place one of his old sweaters Molly had knitted for him into your pile knowing you will fall asleep holding it tight to your chest tonight. Grabbing another sweater that you were fond of you inhale the scent of Fred. Something that you knew would fade much sooner than you wanted it to. Placing it atop your pile you moved onto the next drawer.

You dug through the drawer for a moment before your hand grazed something hard. Reaching in you pulled out a velvet ring box. The tears reigniting at the sight of a shiny diamond ring nestled inside. He had wanted to marry you and spend the rest of his life with you. Yet, he was taken from you took soon, before he had even gotten the chance to ask you.

Letting out sob you place a hand over your mouth as you stare down at the box in your hand. The sobs wrack your body until you can’t breathe. Molly appears at your side with a sad smile on her lips.

“He always talked about wanting to marry you.” You turn to her and watch as she clutches a tissue tight to her chest. You reach out to hand her the ring but she pushed the box back towards you.

“Keep it darling, he wanted you to have it.” Molly then gently takes the ring out of the box and places it on your left hand.

“Are you sure, I bet Ron would love to have this. He could give it to Hermione,” you suggest.

“He loved you and wanted you to have it. You should keep it so you can remember how much he loved you. He’ll always love you and the ring is just more proof of that,” Molly reassures.

“Thank you.” You put your hand against your heart and look down at the shiny stone.

Once more the thoughts of what could have been invade your mind. The thoughts of if you had been with him during the battle, the thoughts of being able to save him. If only you had been there then he would be standing next to you. Then you would be able to marry him and spend the rest of your life with him. Instead he was gone and all you had left was the ring as a reminder that he loved you enough to want to marry you.

“I think that makes you an official Weasley,” George jokes from across the room and for the first time since the battle the three of you smile knowing that this is what Fred would have wanted.

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that-nerdy-ravenclaww · 4 years

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Jealous ♫ D.M.

A/N: Hiya! This is my entry for @firewhisky-kisses writing contest! It’s a Draco Malfoy x Reader angst and features of my favorite songs, Jealous by Labrinth and the prompt “Please, don’t do this. Please.” I hope you like it!

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"I can’t do this anymore, Draco.” She spoke up after a few minutes to uncomfortable silence, her words some the Malfoy heir never expected to hear. He lifted his head from the Potions book in his lap, the ingredients on it no longer interesting him more than the petite girl in front of him. She was propped against one of the armchairs in his family’s study, her formal robes replaced by a pair of fitted jeans and a jumper he rarely saw her wear anymore. Her long hair was tied in a top knot, leaving her blemish-free face and ocean eyes uncovered. She wore no jewelry, not even the pearls he’d spent his Christmas allowance on, and no makeup.

“Pardon?” His voice held a hint of confusion as he moved to situate himself at her feet, his hands unconsciously going to pull her to him. He frowned when she didn’t.

“I can’t do this anymore,” She repeated softly, her eyes meeting his. They were sparkling with the beginnings of tears. “I can’t sit here and watch you become a Death Eater knowing you deserve so much better. I can’t kiss your cheeks or hold your hand knowing it might be the last time I ever get to do so. And I can’t stand by and watch you pledge your allegiance to someone you despise just to make your parents proud.” Draco swore he stopped breathing as he watched her slowly rise to her feet and slip on a pair of flats, the realization of what she was saying sinking in like a knife to warm butter.

“Don’t say that. Y-you don’t mean it.” He stuttered, practically jumping to his feet to confront the woman he loved with every last piece of him. His eyes searched for hers but she had focused them on a bookshelf in the corner of the room, a bookshelf they both knew led to the place where Lord Voldemort held his meetings. His arm began to burn, but it didn’t hurt nearly as badly as his chest did in this moment. It felt as if the pureblood witch in front of him had reached into his chest, wrapped her perfectly manicured hand around his heart, and squeezed until it became nothing but a drained organ.

“I do Draco, I really do.” She stepped around him then and wiped away a tear that had fallen, evidence their parting hurt her just as much as it hurt him.

“NO! Please, don’t do this. Please.” He pleaded, tears pricking his vision as he reached out to grab her hand. He couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, Draco. I really am.” And then she was gone, her body being transported somewhere else with a loud crack. Draco fell to his knees, broken sobs leaving his plump lips as he mourned the loss of his lover. Unbeknownst to him, she was crying too.

It was the twelfth of October when he saw her again, nearly three years later. She was on the front page of the Daily Prophet, her arm interlocked with a man sporting fire engine red hair and a hideous suit. It was raining but neither of them looked to care, their smiles wide, eyes locked, and hips touching. They looked indescribably happy and a little too close to just be the business partners the headline claimed them to be. Draco scoffed and crumpled up the bloody paper, annoyed.

I’m jealous of the rain

That falls upon your skin

It’s closer than my hands have been

I’m jealous of the rain

“She deserves better than a blasted Weasley,” He snarled, tossing the crumpled ball of paper into the fire burning in the fireplace. He ran his hands through his slicked back, white blonde hair and groaned in frustration. He didn’t understand why after all the time they’s spent apart, he still got jealous over seeing her in the paper next to another man. A tiny part of him knew why, but he ignored it, instead choosing to conjure up a glass of Firewhisky and down it.

I’m jealous of the wind

That ripples through your clothes

It’s closer than your shadow

Oh, I’m jealous of the wind

Three years. Three fucking years and he still couldn’t rid himself of the urge to apparate to her flat and pull her into his arms, to hold her so tight she could never leave him again. After three years, he was still mourning her.

Cause I wished you the best of

All this world could give

And I told you when you left me

There’s nothing to forgive

He threw the glass, his eyes trained on the fire where the image of his lost love and George Weasley stood side by side, smiling even in the most depressing element, and hardly flinched as the glass shattered against the stone wall. He wanted to go back, to do everything he could to make her stay, but he couldn’t. It was too late to rewrite the past, too late to bring her heart back to him.

But I always thought you’d come back,

Tell me all you found was

Heartbreak and Misery

It’s hard for me to say, I’m jealous of the way

You’re happy without me

The copy of the Daily Prophet was fully burned, its ashes slowly falling to the bottom of the fireplace when Draco finally settled down. A dull ache remained evidence of the hurt he’d felt all over again, but he did his best to ignore it. He had gotten used to it in the past few years and a part of him wondered if she had too.

I’m jealous of the nights

That I don’t spend with you

I’m wondering who you lay next to

Oh, I’m jealous of the nights

A scream left his lips, a scream which left his throat dry and voice hoarse. He punched his bathroom mirror, ignoring the stinging in his hand from where glass had cut him, and continued to punch until his first made contact with the wall and his knuckles were placed at awkward angles. Footsteps came from the hallway, the pounding of them similar to that of his heart, and he screamed again. All he felt was pain, all he saw was red, and as Astoria Greengrass rushed into the room with a horrified look on her face, he screamed again.

I’m jealous of the love

Love that was in here

Gone for someone else to share

Oh, I’m jealous of the love

“Draco, Draco I need you to look at me.” The dark-haired woman grabbed her fiancé by his shoulders, doing her best to avoid stepping on the bloodied glass on the tiled floor. She shook him slightly, the action causing his head to snap towards her and tears to fall. He looked utterly defeated, broken beyond repair, and his next words cut her much deeper than the glass under her feet.

“She married him, Astoria. SHE MARRIED THAT BLOOD TRAITOR.” He screamed the last part, his voice almost gone from how much he’d used it. He collapsed into her embrace, hot tears staining her white nightgown and soaking her shoulder. He heaved, the sounds he was making bringing tears to her own eyes. She wished for a moment she’d thrown away the copy of the Daily Prophet, but knew it wouldn’t have prevented much. Draco would’ve discovered the news some way, but Astoria still felt responsible for the heart clenching feeling her soon-to-be husband was feeling.

Cause I wished you the best of

All this world could give

And I told you when you left me

There’s nothing to forgive

But I always thought you’d come back,

Tell me all you found was

Heartbreak and misery

It’s hard for me to say, I’m jealous of the way

You’re happy without me

Thirteen years passed and Astoria did everything she could to keep news of Aspyn Weasley nee Rosier from her husband. He was slowly healing again, the wounds he’d received back in his seventh year scarring over, and a genuine smile returning. He was becoming Draco again with every passing day, smirking more and becoming affectionate with her in the way she craved. She couldn’t take all the credit though, their son Scorpius had helped ease her husband’s bleeding heart more than she ever could.

However there were times he had a relapse and one of those days happened to be the same day Scorpius left for his first year at Hogwarts.

As I sink in the sand

Watch you slip through my hands

Oh, as I die here another day, yeah

Cause all I do is cry behind this smile

I wished you the best of

All this world could give

The family of three had just made their way to Platform 9 3/4 when he spotted a flash of platinum blonde hair, a shade only Aspyn could ever pull off. He turned his head and his breath caught in his throat at the sight of the woman he hadn’t seen in person for nearly nineteen years. She hardly looked a day over sixteen with her waist-length locks and slender, curvaceous body. He could see her eyes from where he stood, their blue hues so vibrant they reminded him of the Caribbean Sea. She had no visible wrinkles, no grey hairs, and skin as flawless as it had been all those years ago. She was dressed in a taupe colored trench coat and matching heels, her long legs on display and waist pinched.

And I told you when you left me

There’s nothing to forgive

But I always thought you’d come back,

Tell me all you found was

Heartbreak and misery

It’s hard for me to say, I’m jealous of the way

You’re happy without me

Her arms were wrapped around the waist of her dotting husband, the very same one she’d become business partners with thirteen years ago, while her eyes were trained on the figures of three children, two identical boys dressed in Gryffindor robes and a nervous-looking girl dressed in black ones. All three children sported the Weasley family’s signature red hair and freckles, however their facial structure and ocean eyes had been obtained from Aspyn. He felt a pang in his heart and they ran forward to hug their parents.

“Honey, is everything alright?” Astoria asked, placing a gentle hand on her husband’s shoulder. Draco snapped his head in his wife’s direction and nodded, his mood rising when Scorpius wrapped his arms around his middle.

“I’m gonna be in Slytherin like you, Father.” He promised before running to catch up to a few of his friends. Astoria leaned into the Malfoy man with a sigh, watching with teary eyes as their only child boarded the very same train they did many years prior. However Draco’s eyes had returned to the sniffling frame of his ex lover and her husband, his eyes watery and pained.

I-I-It’s hard for me to say, I’m jealous of the way

You’re happy without me

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Hi if you don’t mind can I request a Snamione fic where he witness hermione’s mental breakdown upon knowing the death of her parents? Hehehe we are going angst today!

EEEEP, I’m really sorry - I’ve been feeling awful the past week, and I mixed up your prompt!! I thought that you wanted a sevmione scene about Hermione Obliviating her parents, not their death.

The fic that I wrote is an Epilogue AU and takes place ten years after Voldemort’s death, but I’m sorry for the mix-up!! If I have time, I’ll write something that fits your prompt entirely. I’m posting the fic below, as well as linking it here! I appreciate you sending in a request, and I’m sorry again.

“Hermione – “

It had been weeks of silence, with his lover hiding away in their rooms. There was more to the former golden girl of Gryffindor than anyone knew, and Severus watched, and he worried, as her cheeks grew pale and her words became fewer and fewer.

He felt the distance growing between them, even at night when he wrapped his arms around her, and she nestled close against his chest. Sleep was beyond them, yet they enjoyed the intimacy of it still – at least they had until she'd turned from him.

(Why? What had he done?)

“Trust me,” Severus ached to say. “Please, Hermione, let me in again.”

But he didn’t.

Couldn’t.

For underneath it all, Severus knew that he was a coward still, regardless of his duplicitous role at the Dark Lord’s side. The Ministry had given him a medal – a scrap of worthless tin – as if that could make his hands clean again.

He’d witnessed horrific things, things beyond anyone witch or wizard’s imagination, aside from Voldemort himself, and perhaps, Dumbledore. The later was hailed as the guiding mentor of the wizarding world, but above all others, Severus knew his true nature: Dumbledore willingly accepted what others would have cringed at, as long as it would aid his efforts during the war.

It was right, and it was wrong, and Severus –

He wanted little part of it.

His own Change was because of the Dark Lord after Voldemort explored the nature of vampires. Severus acted as his servant and was changed first – he'd burned in agony for days until his heart stilled, and he burned anew, his throat aching with thirst. He was a creature without morals, or limits, and had slaughtered as other Death Eaters had, and was privy to horrors that only those closest to the Dark Lord were allowed. There were so many innocents that suffered, regardless of their bloodline or their nature -

He never raised a finger to stop them, nor spared the unfortunate a single word, and he knew that he would burn for it –

Something that Hermione knew as well, for he’d wept in her arms, and confessed his sins to her. The world would never know the weight of his heart nor the true workings of his soul, but she alone would always know.

“Don’t.”

Severus flinched as his lover turned away from him, his heart thudding inside his chest. "It's over then?" he asked, forcing himself to swallow nausea that rose in his throat.

He’d always known he wasn’t good enough for Hermione, the same way he wasn’t good enough for Lily. (What had he told Hermione at the start of their relationship? “I’m less of a man than I am a creature, Hermione”? It was an understatement by far.)

And yet, Hermione had stayed by his side, freely and wholly of her own will. She’d accepted him when his nature became clear; his fangs grazing her wrist when he kissed her there, and his dark eyes had bored into hers. Her blood was ambrosia on his tongue, her nature as enthralling as a siren’s call.

And when they had reached the point of no return, she had done more than accept him –

She’d chosen him, as her Sire.

Her Mate.

They knew each other as no one else did, as they brewed countless potions together, in their little nest that was hidden from the world. They lived in muggle London, a place where they could live as they wished, and where no one noticed if a petty criminal or two went missing. (In fact, their formerly crime-ridden neighborhood was grateful for the dramatic reduction in crime, as stolen items were returned, and doors were left unlocked once more.)

He withdrew from her, as his familiar friend, anger, found him once again. “Have you realized what I am?” Severus asked, “A foul creature, a sniveling beast – “

It was easy to slip into his former skin, as the greasy-haired and embittered potions master. He knew what the students thought of him and remembered how the staff had avoided him. He reveled in their distance, as it fueled his bitterness; something he had ceased to feel in his life with Hermione. But he was weak then, and exposed, and wanted to hide away where she wouldn't see how he lived for her.

If she left him –

No, Severus thought grimly. When she left him, he would be the creature the world knew before, the one who snapped and snarled without remorse. He wasn’t meant to have others near, he was his father’s heir.

“Stop it,” Hermione said, closing the space between them.

“Why should I, Ms. Granger – “Severus sneered, stilling as her hand rose to cup his cheek.

"Severus," Hermione said as if his name meant something to her still. "This – this isn't about you, or us. I'm not," she hesitated, searching for the right words to say. "I know that I haven't been myself lately. I…”

“You haven’t,” Severus croaked, his tangled feelings exposed. He felt as anxiety entwined with his simmering anger, and his hand covered hers. “Please Hermione, let me in.”

“I did something a decade ago,” Hermione whispered, “something during the war that I cannot let go of. It…it happened next month, and I – I can’t stop thinking of it.”

Severus’s brow furrowed, as he rested his temple against hers. “You were a child during the war,” he said, his tone as gentle as his words were overused. “Dumbledore used you as a soldier – whatever you did is not yours to blame yourself for.”

“But it is,” Hermione replied, with a sad, little smile. “I wanted to keep my parents safe, and I…I took their lives away from them, Severus. I Obliviated them and sent them away to Australia, where they would be safe.”

He kissed away the tears that slid down her cheeks, as shame pooled through his veins. It was his nature to interpret his mate’s hurt as because of him, with his father’s words ringing in his ears – feelings of worthlessness and self-loathing always seemed just below the surface, as if he were a child still.

He wanted to be better for her.

He had to be.

She hadn’t made the decision for him to change her lightly, no, and it was entirely her decision alone. The cursed knife that Bellatrix had used to carve the horrid word into her skin was slowly killing her, the dark magic imbued within her wound leeching her very life from her. Hermione told him she wasn’t afraid to die, after cure after cure had resulted in little change.

Nor had Hermione proposed it at first, after Severus confessed his love for her. She asked for nothing from him but stayed at his side, faithfully stirring his potions, and spending her nights awake with him, even before he changed her. They kept the world at bay outside their door, and wanted nothing but privacy, above all.

She wrote letters frequently to Harry and his wife, as well as his godson, Draco Malfoy who sought redemption after the war and he apologized for his treatment of her. She wrote letters too, to George Weasley who mourned for the loss of his twin, and she wrote to Ron, who struggled to find his stride as an Auror still. Hermione had a longing for the outside world that Severus lacked, though he never sought to prevent her from having friendships.

Yet it was Severus who held her during the Change, allowing her to weep in his arms, as she writhed, and she burned. It was an experience that bonded them closer to one another, the fury of the Change driving the Dark Magic from her soul. It fled her body, but Severus never left her, nor did he want to.

“I’m sorry,” Severus whispered, before kissing the tip of her nose. “So very sorry, Hermione.”

She had always taken comfort in his voice, and like a purring cat, rubbed her cheek against his. “I can’t help but think they are safe but not whole,” Hermione confessed, “Or maybe it’s too painful to think of them as being happy and whole, without remembering me at all – “

His arms circled around her waist, as he pulled her flush against him. “I understand,” Severus said, having once felt the same about Lily, as she burned with life when she was married to James Potter. Yet his feelings for Lily were nothing like how he felt towards Hermione, the only soul to ever accept him wholly, and unflinchingly.

He never would regret the rainy night that he'd come across her, when she'd sat alone at a train station, with her beaded purse in her arms. She'd broken up with Ron and fled from the wizarding world – straight into his arms after they left the train station to eat at his favorite curry place instead. The dull flavor of human food had seemed spicy and danced across his tongue when he sat across from her, and they had simply never parted afterward.

Nor would they if Severus had his wish, and Hermione truly wanted to stay.

“I miss them,” Hermione murmured, “Every night and every day, even though I never forget that I’m the one to blame. I chose to send them away, without a memory of the child they had, or…or anything of their former lives. Their true lives,” her voice cracked at that, and she moved to bury her head against his shoulder. “I don’t have a right to feel this way.”

“You do,” Severus said, his hands resting on the small of her back.

She was a mess of contradictions; her small frame holding a soul that was far stronger, and bolder than his own. He wanted to curse himself for leaving her to the wolves during the war, though they weren’t lovers, nor friends then. His focus then was consumed with thoughts of Lily and twisted bitterness about protecting her son.

“Merlin, Hermione, you did the only thing that you could. The Dark Lord would have never allowed your parents to live. The things that he did to muggles – the things that I did to them – “ he dragged a ragged breath in.

He wanted her closer still as if he could hold on to her, so she never let go of him.

“You saved them, my love,” Severus said softly, though they were the only ones in their room. There would never be another between them, nor a child born from her womb, as their kind was unchanging.

There was only the low purr of her familiar, Crookshanks, who chose then to wind about their legs and rub his face against Severus' foot. With a little blood magic, he would live out his immortal days with them. "My love, my life - believe me. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

He wouldn’t.

“Promise?” Hermione asked, quieter than he’d ever heard her.

He prayed that she would believe him, as truth dripped from his words. No one would have helped his mate and her parents, not even him. Dumbledore had cared only for Harry, zealously arranging his pawns so his king was protected, and at the forefront of the chessboard. Harry was the one that mattered – Harry was the only one that truly mattered and was needed in the war against Voldemort.

“I swear it,” Severus whispered. "I'll take a Vow if you wish."

He wanted to free her from her pain, her guilt, even as he knew that it couldn't be undone. It was an ache inside of her soul that wouldn't leave her, yet he wanted to try as he never had for any other. Offers rose to his tongue, ones of finding a reversal to the spell, and finding her parents once again.

Severus held his tongue still, knowing that wasn’t what his mate needed, not then. Later, perhaps, when her tears had dried and she nestled close to him, and she knew that he would listen to all that she wanted to share.

She pressed closer against him and grasped the fabric of his robes with her hand. “I wish that I didn’t remember,” Hermione confessed, “over and over again. I see their eyes glaze over and I…I just can’t – I want to forget but I never want to let them go.”

It was all that she could give him then, the wound too raw, and exposed as it was. (Yet she didn't turn her heart away, no – it turned toward him, as she sought the comfort of his hold and the honesty of his soul.)

“I know, sweetheart,” Severus said, knowing more than most how she felt. There were memories that haunted him once, a tangle of faces and a mesh of names that were engraved across his skin. “I know.”

They held each other close, saying nothing then.

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The aftermath, a harry potter film script.

the aftermath, a harry potter film script. by feyre darling

Sirius looks at Remus desperately. Something flickers across Remus's face- his expression softens.

REMUS You're an arsehole.

Sirius winks at him. Then, he runs towards James,- barrelling over the sofa. James narrowly escapes by rolling away across the floor. James scrambles up, runs around the room pursued by Sirius. He hides behind Lily.

LILY Hey! You are not using me as a human shield, James Potter.

[A WIP film script i'm writing for the flippin hell of it. don't read if you hate angst, and be warned i totally cried writing this. multiple times. read @ your own risk...]

Words: 3221, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Harry Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Ron Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, James Potter, Sirius Black, Tom Riddle | Voldemort

Relationships: Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Arthur Weasley/Molly Weasley, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Additional Tags: Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Grief/Mourning, Established Relationship, Someone give Harry therapy please, Family Bonding, A Film Script, of sorts, WIP

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27371554

#AO3 Feed #Romione FanFic #♡#Side Romione #Hinny #R:Teen #A:Feyre Darling #Hurt Comfort #Angst

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ao3feed-jily · 3 years

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the aftermath, a harry potter film script.

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2TN03S8

by feyre_darling

Sirius looks at Remus desperately. Something flickers across Remus’s face- his expression softens.

REMUS You’re an arsehole.

LILY Hey! You are not using me as a human shield, James Potter.

[A WIP film script i'm writing for the flippin hell of it. don't read if you hate angst, and be warned i totally cried writing this. multiple times. read @ your own risk...]

Words: 3221, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Arthur Weasley/Molly Weasley, James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2TN03S8

#ao3feed #fanfic #Harry Potter #Jily #James Potter #Lily Evans #Lily Potter #Lily Evans Potter

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blushvy · 7 years

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It's All Better Now: George x Reader

**This takes place just after the battle you and George have been best friends since first year that’s all you need to know, enjoy!**

You sat in the destroyed great hall surrounded by devastated family and friends mourning the dead all around us. You at the moment we’re in the arms of your best friend George Weasley. You both had experienced tragedy that day. George way more than you but god knows you still hurt. George had lost his twin brother Fred and he was absolutely broken inside, You had lost your (other) best friend Lavender Brown. You and George were just sitting there in silence unable to cry anymore, you looked up at him the pain in his eyes looked unbearable. You just looked at him for awhile not sure of what to say, or to say anything at all. Finally he looked at you and smiled just a little bit.

“Y/n I’m so glad you’re alive,” he whispered as he hugged you tightly.

“I’m glad you’re alive too Georgie,” you hugged him back as tightly as you could.

“Y/n, can I tell you something that I should have told you along time ago?” He asked.

“Of course,” you replied slightly nervous. He took a deep breath and looked at you with his deep brown eyes.

“Y/n I…. I love you,”

“W-what,” you asked shocked.

“I love you and I have since I met you on the train first year. I may have lost everything today but I still have you and that’s one of the only reasons I’m not dead right now,” George had the slightest of smiles on his face.

“George I love you too, I always have but I was afraid of you rejecting me,” you hugged George somehow slightly happy despite everything.

“I could never reject you,” George said holding you in his arms.

(Time skip 15 years later)

“Come along Fredie we don’t want to miss the train,” you called your son as you and your husband George walked up to the barrier.

“All you have to do it run straight at the barrier, we’ll be right behind you,” George reassured Fred and you gave them both a warm smile. You and George watched as Fred ran through the barrier and you looked up at him and smiled.

“Ready?” You asked grinning.

“Always.“ You two joined hands and ran onto platform 9 ¾. You met your son and took him to the train to got him settled. Once everything was taken care of you joined Fred for the goodbye.

"Make sure to write us every week okay,” you had said that about 30 times today.

“Yes mom I will,” Fred smiled at you.

“Just remember no matter what house you’re in we’ll be proud of you,” George reminded him.

“I know dad,” Fred chuckled.

“I love you baby, give mommy a hug,” you were tearing up as you hugged your son. George quickly joined in. It was the group hug scene in every movie. The bell that signaled that it was time to board rung. The group hug broke up and you kissed Fred on the cheek.

“Muuummmm come on” Fred groaned wiping the lipstick off of his face.

“You better get going buddy” George said as he handed Fred a couple galleons for the ride.

“Bye hun, we’ll miss you!” You yelled as Fred got on the train. But before he did he turned around and yelled.

“BYE MUM BYE DAD!” Fred yelled waving. You and George waved back and watched as the train left. Once the train was gone you turned to look at George.

“I love you,” you said as you put your arms around George’s neck. George put his arms around your waist and smiled.

“I love you too babe," George leaned down and kissed. As you kissed George’s hands wandered down and squeezed your butt. You broke kiss immediately.

"George!” You shouted.

“What?!” George responded defensively.

“Don’t grab my butt!”

“Y/n! We’ve been married 15 years, we have a child together I can’t grab your ass?” George made a decent argument.

“Nope, not in public,” you crossed your arms acting angry.

“Well you’re just going to have to deal with it,” George replied as he almost threw you over his shoulder and slapped your ass.

“GEORGE WEASLEY PUT ME DOWN!” You yelled at the other parents (that were still there) stared at you two.

“Nope, you’re going to sit like this all the way home,” you could feel George smirk.

“Sometimes Weasley, I come this close to smacking you,” you gestured with your fingers just how close you were.

“Oh sure,” George said laughing as you make your way towards the barrier.

(One last time skip to the next weekend)

“George! Come here!” You yelled. You had just received a letter from Fred.

“Good lord woman what?” George was still half asleep.

“Fred sent us a letter,” you replied to excited to deal with his grumpy-ness. You opened the letter and it read:

Dear mum and dad, Good news I’m in Gryffindor! I’m very excited and I’ve already made many friends. Oh by the way Teddy Lupin says hello and he wishes you both well. I miss you guys but I’m having a lot of fun. Everything has been going quite well and there’s not much to report, hopefully something interesting happens soon. Well I think that’s it… No wait I almost forgot the Gryffindor ghost has the same as me! He looks a lot like you dad but younger. Do you think you guys were related at some point? Maybe distant cousins. Anyways he told me to tell you “mischief managed” not sure what that was about. Anyway write me back, love you both! Love Fred,

You looked at George he had tears in his eyes and so did you. You hugged him as if your life depended on it.

“He really is still with us,” George muttered.

#george weasley #george x reader #harry potter #hogwarts #fanfic #x reader #hermione granger #ron weasley #draco malfoy #imagine #sadness #angst

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