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hanasnx · 5 months

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fell in love without you

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: everyone’s nineteen. WARNINGS: f!reader | you have a favorite twin | sexual content with said fave twin | dubcon kiss

FRED WEASLEY stands before you alongside his brother George. A seemingly world famous smug air about them, having charmed themselves by their own wit. Arms crossed, towering tall above the random passersby as they absentmindedly drone to their next class. Your hesitation spurs the twins on, exchanging a knowing and triumphant glance that says all as you tilt your head at them.

“Are you serious?”

One twin feigns offense. “Deadly serious.”

The other mimics him. “Gravely.”

“S’only fair, innit?”

“Game of guess the twin, guess wrong and you’ve got to give a kiss.” he repeats the game rules.

“For hurtin’ our feelin’s.” the other agrees.

You narrow your eyes with a huff through your nose. “You haven’t got any feelings. Now let me pass.” you demand, and attempt to cut through them but they’re connected at the shoulders to block your way from your corridor.

“Now that’s what you win if you guess right!” they say together. Did they rehearse this? You frown at them as you recoil, throwing your arm out to your side until your book pats the outside of your thigh.

“What? You scared? We both know you’ve got a little thing for me.” One shrugs.

“And me.” the other adds.

“We’re only helping you along.” they speak at the same time, in annoying twin-synchrony.

You give in. “Do you really think I can’t tell you apart?” Lazily, you point to the boy on the left. “Fred.” It transfers over to the boy on the right. “George.” They exchange another look amongst themselves, and adopt a crestfallen expression as their heads bow, stepping apart so you can enter. “See?” you taunt, passing them by. “Was that so hard? I’ll see you boys later—“

“Not so fast there, birdie.” You halt in your tracks at the sound of him speak. “I’m George.” You sigh hard and hang your head.

“I’m Fred. C’mon then, give us a kiss.” They’d faked you out, or they’re lying. Either way, you concede in order to satiate their egos, drawing back to the place where they wait for you. It’s only a kiss on the cheek anyway, and besides it wouldn’t reveal your true feelings towards your favored twin. You’re just friends, and that’s how it should stay. “Tha’s a good girl. Look at her comin’ back, George. She wants this just as much as we do.”

“A foolproof plan there, Fred, well done.”

“It’s practically your only pick-up line, boys. You could do far better.” you tease, and drop your satchel to the ground where it flops flat hopelessly, and toss your book to land onto the leather. “C’mon then, lean down.” They’re both much taller than you, sort of imposing if they weren’t so approachable when they wanted to be. George goes first, stooping to offer his cheek to you. Sweetly, you hook your arm around his neck for stability when you raise yourself to your toes, planting a chaste peck onto his cheek. His skin warms your nose, and he recedes as you do. When you meet Fred’s gaze, he hasn’t taken his eyes off you, and you feel yourself heat up in anticipation. He does as George did, stooping but it’s a little gentler, dragging it out. There’s a mischievous curl to his lips and you sense he plots something. So you idle while you figure him out, until he interrupts you.

“Oi, wha’s wrong with you? Go on, pay up.” and you snap out of it, doing as you did with George. Your arm hooks loose around his neck, hand splayed on the cuff of his shoulder. While you raise yourself to meet his cheek, the tips of your toes bearing your weight, and things seem to move in slow motion. An arm straps around your waist, arching you into him as he turns at the last second, drawing you into a kiss. A real one. You emit a noise of surprise as he deepens it, seizing the opportunity to slip his tongue between your lips during your squeak. Out of shock, you take a fair bit of time to register, eyes flying open as you pat hard against his chest. You can’t push him off, but he pulls back after he’s made his point.

Hastily, you adjust your uniform with a gaping mouth. “Fred!” you scold while they snicker, you took notice of how George averted his eyes beforehand, so he’d known of Fred’s trick. Perhaps Fred put him up to it. Some innocent game that allows Fred an in to make a proper move on you. Or some sort of malicious advantage over your feelings. Out of embarrassment or fury, your hands pat hard on each of them, banging your fists against whatever is within reach as their laughs feather out when they flinch and try to catch your hands. When they escape, and you realize you’re desperately tardy, you have to let them go, calling out your vow of revenge after them.

“Where’s that vow of revenge now, ey?” breathless words spoken into your ear as Fred ruts into you. Hidden under the hot covers of your bed, he keeps you close with strong arms encasing you, pressing you to him as you lay on your sides. You claw the sheets for purchase, clutching onto the fabric to keep yourself grounded as he moves inside you. Careful, gentle, deliberate. Everyone’s sleeping. If anyone found out a boy snuck into your girls’ dormitory you’d be toast. His breath sends tingles up your spine, squeezing your eyes shut in the dark as you focus on where your bodies conjoin. Sticky and wet, Fred sheathes fully with a buck of his hips, and involuntarily you whimper. A large hand cups your mouth to silence you. “Keep quiet,” he whispers and you nod against him. “Didn’t take you for a bad girl, birdie, you’re a proper troublemaker.” he tells you, barely audible, his lips moving against your ear as his hips circle, welcomed by your sex, he can’t help but soak a second. “You wanna get caught, don’t you?”

You can’t answer, shaking your head against his hand and you feel his teeth nip at your earlobe. “Is that right?” he goads, unconvinced. He shifts, gradually picking up a steady pace. “Should we give ‘em a real show then?”

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ecoamerica · 15 days

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dreamerwithapen1 · 6 months

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#ch: beatrix potter #fic: bad moon rising #george weasley x oc #ch: zaria threlfall #fic: mad for you #fred weasley x oc #ch: briar evans #fic: fates of two #regulus black x oc #ch: camilla larsson #fic: seeking your heart #sirius black x oc #harry potter oc #marauders era oc

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george-weasleys-girl · 5 months

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❄️Yuletide Celebration❄️

Fancy Meeting You Here - Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Not Just a Cold - George Weasley x fem!reader

The Snow Wolf - Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Sleigh Ride - NSFW Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Against the Wall - NSFW George Weasley x fem!reader

A Christmas Proposal - Fred Weasley x fem!reader

A Christmas to Remember - Weasley twins x fem!reader (platonic)

Middle of Nowhere - George Weasley x you

Sniffles and Sneezes - Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Little Red Dress - George Weasley x fem!reader

Under the Mistletoe - Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Mystery Solved - Weasley twins x fem!reader (platonic)

Winter Surprise - George Weasley x fem!reader

Snowstorm - George Weasley x fem!reader

Marry Me - Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Christmas Comes Early - NSFW George Weasley x fem!reader

Red Velvet - NSFW Fred Weasley x fem!reader

The Ice Sculpture - George Weasley x fem!reader

Christmas Eve Morning - Fred Weasley x you

Christmas Eve - George Weasley x you

To Drive the Cold Winter Away - Ch. 44 of North Star

New Years Eve - Fred Weasley x fem!reader

~•~

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spicedcinnamoncake · 2 years

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‘Beautiful little sl*t’

Pairing: Fred Weasley x !Reader

TRIGGER WARNING: smut, sex, touching, fingering, dominating, stripping, degradation, degrading, use of names (ex b*ch, sl*t, etc.’

SUMMARY: Just frustration-induced sex after a horrid match, it just goes straight to the smutty bit

Fred slammed the door shut, your legs wrapped around his waist as he locked and silenced the door before throwing you onto the bed.

You prepared for him to rip your clothes off but instead he stood at the edge of the bed breathing heavily, his nostrils flared in rage.

‘I-’

‘I want to see you do it. Strip.’

You bit your lip and slowly slid off your sweatshirt, throwing it on the ground below you. Slowly you took off your undershirt. Then your shoes. Then, you slid your pants down, locking your eyes with his own as you pushed your ass back in a teasing manor. You played with your own underwear strap, pulling it back before letting it snap back against your hip. You arched your back as you slid a hand down into your underwear and pulled it back out, throwing your panties at the edge of the bed.

You waited, but Fred just stared at you. Your eyes bugged out at the bulge beginning to rise in his pants.

Completely naked on his bed, you slid your hands down your own waist and over your hips, beginning to touch yourself as he watched.

His cock was swollen under his pants by now. He didn’t look down as he fumbled with the zip.

You lay back, spreading your legs wide and welcomed him. He was naked as well, his toned abs and arms came over you. His cock was swollen, hard. You were wet just by looking at it, eager to have it in you.

Before you could say anything his hand clamped down on your jaw, bringing your face to his before he sucked the saliva out of your mouth, his tongue playing with yours.

Then you felt it.

You let out a surprised gasp as he slid himself into you, giving you a moment to adjust to the pressure in your abdomen before he started to move his hips, back and forth, back and forth going faster and faster, picking up speed.

He grunted something about changing positions and before you knew it you were on your hands and knees, being fucked from behind.

‘F-Fred-’

‘Say my name, you little slut’

‘Fred! I’m going to.. to-’

You couldn’t get the words out. His hands were clamped down on your assm bringing you close with each thrust.

You could hear his grunts, feeling his cock inside of you.

Both of you started to come at the same time. You gripped the sheets and screamed, feeling his cock throb as he came as well. He gave another thrust, then another, before collapsing forward.

He caught himself. He gave you one last thrust from behind before flipping you back around so you were riding him. You were disheveled, but he kept his hands firm on your hips.

Your body was doing its own thing now. Your hips moved in circular motions, you grinded down on him, feeling another high coming.

‘Look at you, you’re a mess. You... you beautiful fucking whore’

You began to bounce faster, feeling another high but Fred stopped you, clamping your hips down so his cock was only throbbing inside of you.

You started to whine.

‘Say my name.’

‘F-Fr-’ you moaned, your legs shake and the heat in and around your pussy, up to your ass and deep within your belly. It was so fucking hot and you needed to come but he wouldn’t fucking let you.

‘Scream my name you slut’

‘Fred!’

He loosened his grip on your ass and you began bouncing and grinding on his cock again, frantically moving your hips, the the heat growing more and more until

you finally came again. And so did he. Both of your areas were worn out and hot, burning from the anticipation.

You lifted yourself off of him and lay at his side. “good girl’ he whispered, sighing and wiping sweat off of his face.

#harry potter #fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #hogwarts #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you

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toomanyfandoms-notenoughfics · 8 months

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Celestial Beings

Chapter Six: Mirror Mirror

Characters: Reader, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Molly Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Hermione Granger

Summary: Dinner with the Weasleys and a bit of a tour of the house.

Word Count: 3,031

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse, mentions of murder

Reminders: @rainychaosmiracle

(Y/n) had been out of the cell for a little more than 4 hours, exploring every aspect of her new room. She hadn’t found any secret pathways, no hidden jinxes, it was all safe. Her own space with seemingly no strings attached. It was a new experience for her, not having to make her entire existence as minuscule as possible.

There was a knock at the door, making her jump and drop the book she had just picked up to read. The book landed directly on her toes, making her yelp in pain. There was a muffled voice on the other side of the door, sounding concerned.

“Come in!” (Y/n) sat on the edge of her bed, rubbing her foot. “I got startled and dropped a book on my foot, nothing major.”

“Uh, sorry I didn’t mean to spook you.” The lanky redheaded boy said. “Mom told me to get you for dinner, she’s making pot pies with mashed potatoes and garlic bread.”

“Oh, sure yeah I’ll be down in just a second.” she eyed the boy, watching as he avoided making eye contact with her. “Or are you supposed to escort me there?”

“I’m not sure, but I am already on thin ice with her so…” he said, hands in his pockets.

“Right, don’t want to get in any more trouble than you already are.” (Y/n) stood up, looking in the mirror of her dresser and fixing her hair. “Okay, let’s get this over with. Lead the way, little Weasley.”

“Ron. It’s Ron,” he muttered, walking just ahead of her. The closer they got to the dining room, the more pleasant the air smelt.

The dining room was brightly lit, with candles floating above the table gently. Food placed perfectly on the table, and everyone’s already sat down, chatting. The mood changes as soon as (y/n) walks in, with silence replacing the warm mood. Ron takes a seat next to Hermione, whispering something in her ear.

“I saved you a spot over here, (y/n).” Sirius patted the chair next to his own, smiling at her. “It also just so happens to be directly in front of the potatoes, which Molly says are extra delicious tonight.”

“Kids, introduce yourselves,” Molly instructed as (y/n) sat down, keeping her eyes averted.

“I’m Fred,” one of the two twin boys said, offering her a small smile.

“And I’m George,” the other said, elbowing his brother.

“I’ve met Ron, Ginny, and Hermione already.” (Y/n) reminded everyone. The children all looked at each other nervously. “Alright, can we clear the air in here? I can tell that none of you children really want me here, or trust my being here. So go ahead, let it out, it’s fine.”

“(Y/n) I don’t think-” Molly started, only for Hermione to interrupt.

“Are you actually his daughter?” the muggle-born blurted out, looking directly at her plate.

“Yes.” (Y/n) answered. “Anyone else?”

“Do you have the mark?” George asked.

“No, I’ve never had to get it. The marks are just ways to keep track of his followers, I have his blood.” (Y/n) shrugged, putting a heaping amount of potatoes on her own plate. “No need for it when you can just do a simple scrying spell.”

“How many people have you killed?” Ron inquired. Everyone looked at him wide-eyed. Everyone except (y/n), who didn’t even flinch.

“Depends,” she smirked to herself. “Do you count Death Eaters as people?”

“You’ve killed Death Eaters? Why?” Fred leaned forward, intrigued.

“Only one, it wasn’t entirely in my control. I don’t remember it, I’ve just been told that my mother never survived giving birth to me.” (Y/n) picked up a pot pie and placed it atop her potatoes. “On that note though, I would like to eat now instead of answering questions, if that’s alright with all of you?”

“Yes, let’s eat.” Remus claps his hands together, sharing a worried look with Sirius.

The rest of dinner was filled with idle chit-chat between the kids, a few conversations growing louder than the others. (Y/n) just focused on eating as much as she possibly could while she could. By the end of dinner, she was stuffed full, having eaten three pot pies, four massive helpings of potatoes, and two pieces of garlic bread. When Molly brought out the chocolate cake (y/n) nearly fainted.

“Molly, I mean this honestly, stop being such a good cook,” she said finishing her second slice of cake. “It’s unfair to everyone else. Not only to other cooks but also to those of us eating it.”

“Oh, you’re just saying that!” Molly blushed.

“I agree, Molly. You’re one of the best masters of the kitchen I’ve ever met.” Remus wipes chocolate from the side of his face. “(Y/n), I don’t mean to embarrass you but you’ve got frosting on your chin.”

“Yeah, I’ll get it in a second. I’m stuffed.” she leaned back in her chair, a smile on her face. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this full. It’s fantastic!”

“What, did the Malfoy’s not feed you?” Ron asked.

“No, they did, I was just kept on a very strict diet. Except for a couple of times when Lucius was teaching me how to survive in the forest with nothing.” Everyone looked at her confused. (Y/n) rolled her eyes. “Okay, I’m going to say this once, and only once. Don’t feel bad or whatever about how I grew up. Life is unfair, get over it.”

“Kids, how about you all go to the parlor room?” Molly suggested, gathering up their empty plates. “I think Remus and Sirius want to have some quality time with our guest.”

The children all quietly left, mumbling quick “goodbyes” and “good nights” to the adults as they left. Molly went to the kitchen, taking all of the empty plates and dirtied cups with her. Remus got up and shut the door to the hallway while Sirius closed the one to the kitchen.

“Did I do something wrong?” (Y/n) looked at the men nervously.

“What? No, you aren’t in trouble, (y/n).” Remus chuckles, taking his seat. “We just wanted to see how you were liking your new room, besides you still need a tour.”

“Want anything to drink?” Sirius asked, pouring himself a glass of wine.

“I’m fine, thanks.” she shakes her head. Sirius shrugs and sits down, taking a drink of his wine. “It’s a nice room. I’m still not completely used to it, it’s only been a few hours after all.”

“Are the decorations to your liking?” Sirius inquired.

“Yeah, they’re great… I’m sorry I feel like I did something wrong still.” (Y/n)‘s eyes darted between the men.

“I’m being honest, you’re not in any trouble,” Remus reassured her, offering a comforting smile. “Now, while Sirius finishes his drink, would you like me to give you a tour?”

“Uh, sure.” (Y/n) stands up and follows Remus to the hallway. He passes the stairs and turns down another hallway.

“This is the way to the first-floor bathroom, two of the guest rooms, and the laundry room,” Remus explains. “Now if we go back this way,” he leads her to the hallway in front of the stairs connecting to the dining room. “I’m sure you can tell that that’s the front door.”

“Well the extreme barrier spell in front of it might be a bit of a clue,” she says sarcastically. “You know, that or the coat hangers and shoes next to the door might also give it away.”

“Right, well to the left of the front door is the living room, then you’ve got the music room, the parlor room, and your first restricted room.” Remus points at each doorway. “There’s also a cleaning closet right under the stairs I forgot to mention.”

“Do I get to know what the “restricted room” actually is, or do I get to put it together myself?” she asks

“It’s an old room that’s falling apart, to be honest.” he sighs. “It was stuffed full of old furniture and tools.”

“So it’s just a mess? Lame, I was hoping you were doing some cool experiments.” (Y/n) looked genuinely disappointed. Remus chuckled and headed up the stairs, (y/n) following behind him quickly. She tripped on the top step, reaching for the railing on the wall to catch herself she instead pulled a curtain off of a portrait.

“YOU FILTHY HALF-BREED! YOU BLOOD TRAITORS!” the woman in the painting started screaming at the top of her lungs. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! OUT ALL OF YOU!”

“Fucking hell, shut up, Mother!” Sirius shouted, running up the stairs and quickly covering her with the curtain once more. “For Merlin’s sake, she never changes.”

“That was your…” the young woman trailed off, confused. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, wake her?”

“It’s not your fault, (Y/n).” Remus helps her up, gently dusting off her shoulders. “You didn’t trip on purpose, and you also didn’t know about her portrait. We keep her covered, otherwise, she just yells.”

“I think I’m going to go to bed early tonight. Suddenly sleep sounds very pleasant.” Sirius flashes a quick smile and pushes past the two others. “Goodnight to the both of you. (Y/n) if you need anything later, feel free to knock.”

“On that lovely note, let’s continue.” Remus turns and begins walking. (Y/n) stays frozen in place, her eyes flicking from the portrait to Sirius’s door as he disappears. “(Y/n)? Are you coming?”

“Do I sound like that?” she asked quietly, not looking at him. “Do I sound that, that cruel?”

“What?” Remus was taken aback. “(Y/n), Sirius’s mother and you are nothing alike. Not really, sure you’ve said a few similar things, but that’s as far as that goes. She was cold, all the way through. Nothing Sirius ever did could please her, not that she ever really wanted to be pleased. She refused to listen to anything other than her own twisted opinions.

“You’ve met Bellatrix before I imagine? She was a lot like her, angry at the world and in love with destroying anything she couldn’t have. She was a follower of your father, a devout one too. Pulled Sirius’s brother into it too.” Remus paused. “Don’t tell him I told you anything about his brother though. It’s a touchy subject.”

“I still don’t see how I’m any different.” she frowned.

“(Y/n), you’re standing in front of me, a werewolf, and having an actual conversation. You’re changing, whether you mean to or not, it is happening.” Remus places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You’ve had these ideologies forced down your throat, literally branded into your brain since you were an infant. Of course, you’ve said and probably done a lot of horrible things, but you’re not entirely at fault. You’re learning still.”

“I guess.” she sighs. “Let’s just continue the tour.”

“Well, let’s finish this floor for the night, and then you can go to bed. There’s a room that Sirius wanted to show you with me.” Remus continues, showing her the bathrooms, the other bedrooms, and the small dusty library that needed a lot of TLC.

Remus ended his small tour by walking (y/n) to her room door, bidding her goodnight and good dreams before going into his own bedroom. She was just about to enter her room when she heard someone whispering down the hall. She poked her head out but saw no one in the vicinity. Very carefully and quietly she tip-toed closer to where she believed the voice had come from. A floorboard creaked just outside of Sirius’s room, making her freeze in place, patiently listening for footsteps.

After what seemed like forever, (y/n) decided it was safe enough to continue. The whispering seemed to get slightly louder the closer she got to the darkest part of the hall. She passed by a few sleeping portraits, being as careful as possible not to disturb them. Her only source of light anymore was the faint glow from the hallway behind her and the barrier spells pulsating as she got closer to where she probably wasn’t supposed to venture. Suddenly instead of the reds through the greens of the barrier, she saw something surrounded by an electric purple, bright enough to make her squint.

Carefully, she reached forwards, lightly brushing the top of the strangely colored object. As soon as her fingers touched the cold metal she knew what it was; a hand-held mirror. Grasping the handle she turned it around so she could see her reflection, trying to make out what was being said. It wasn’t until she brought it up closer to her face that she noticed it wasn’t her in the reflection.

(Y/n)‘s blood ran cold, her breathing paused, and her face paled. It was her father in the mirror, looking directly at her, a smile on his face that didn’t meet his eyes whatsoever. She dropped the mirror like it was a hot iron, making a loud thud on the ground. She jumped backward hard enough to knock the lighting fixture off the wall. Sirius’s door swung open at the end of the hall.

“(Y/n)?” he called out, just barely seeing her at the end of the darkened hall. He quickly made his way to her. The closer he got the more he could see she was shaking. “(Y/n), what’s going on? (Y/n)?”

“I-I heard… I thought that-that it was just something old. I didn’t, I didn’t think he could do that.” she pointed at the mirror. “He was just, smiling at me.”

“You don’t mean… (y/n) please tell me you’re not talking about You-Know-Who.” Sirius reached for the mirror but she kicked it farther away.

“Don’t. I don’t know what he would do if he saw…you.” (Y/n) warned, doing her best to keep breathing. “I can, I can get rid of it. Maybe he doesn’t know, right? Maybe he thinks that I have a mirror in my… my cell?”

“(Y/n) look at me, please.” Sirius pleaded. “Please, tell me it wasn’t him.”

“I-I wish I could, I really, really wish I could.” she started sobbing uncontrollably. Sirius wrapped his arms around her, trying his best to comfort her. “He always knows, always!”

“Come on, let’s go somewhere else for a bit, okay?” Sirius helped her up, heading to his room. “Here, I’m going to go and get Moo-Remus real quick, you go in my room and make yourself comfortable okay?”

(Y/n) nodded, opening his door and entering the room. It wasn’t quite what she expected. It was messy, yes however it was more clutter than trash. Like he had too much stuff and not enough space. His bed was unmade, a pile of blankets on the floor next to it. There was a small desk with a lamp in one corner, papers and letters stacked on top. She sat on the old fraying chair next to the bed, grabbing a knitted blanket and wrapping it around herself.

She could hear Remus and Sirius talking outside the door. They were worried about what Voldemort possibly knew, what plans he might’ve heard, and how long he could’ve been listening for. They also were talking about (y/n), nothing she could quite make out, only catching a few words here or there. She tightened the blanket around her, bringing her knees to her chest. They walked in, Sirius hushing the other.

“(Y/n), are you okay?” Remus asked, his hands fidgeting.

“You think I knew, don’t you?” she accused. “You think I had something to do with… I just heard whispering and went towards it. If I knew what that was, I wouldn’t have even touched it.”

“Hey, no one is accusing you of anything,” Sirius said softly, stepping in front of Remus. “We’re worried about you, that’s all.”

“(Y/n), I didn’t hear any whispering when I left you at your room,” Remus told her, watching her eyes tear up slightly.

“I heard it, I swear!” she pleaded. “It sounded like someone calling for me at first, over and over. The closer I got to… to the mirror it got louder, but I couldn’t understand it.”

“Remus now isn’t the time for this,” Sirius warned. Remus nodded in agreement.

“Of course, you’re right Pads.” Remus pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry (y/n), it’s just a lot to take in.”

“It’s fine.” she lied, plastering a fake smile on her face, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I’m fine, I think I just need some sleep.”

“(Y/n), it’s okay if you don’t want to be by yourself tonight,” Sirius tells her, confused by her sudden change in demeanor. She had gone from a sobbing mess to calm and collected in a matter of moments. “One of us can stay in your room with you if you want, or you can stay in here. Your choice completely.”

“No, I’m just being over dramatic again. I’ll be fine, truly.” she placed the blanket back on the pile, heading to the door. “I’ll just head to bed though, sleep it off.”

“Overreacting?” Remus quirked his eyebrow, looking confused at Sirius.

“Yeah, it happens sometimes.” she takes a deep breath, avoiding their eye contact. “Good night you two. Sorry to have bothered your rest.”

As quickly as everything happened she pretended it didn’t. She left both the men confused in that room as she went into her own, ignoring the sound of whispers further down the hall. She closed the door silently and immediately fell to the ground, doing her best to keep her composure. She forced herself onto her feet and flopped down on the bed, utterly exhausted from the day.

As tired as she was she couldn’t sleep, only seeing her father’s face smiling at her in the mirror whenever she closed her eyes. His teeth bared, almost laughing at her. It was almost enough to drive her mad. She curled up in a blanket, deciding to do her best to keep her eyes open.

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘪𝘹}~~

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once-upon-an-imagine · 8 months

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the series are coming back to life (hopefully)! they have been neglected for far too long 😂 summaries below 😊 although these ones might not be updated right away, I need a lot of inspo for some of them 😬

Steve Harrington - How Will I Know [Ch.3]

You have walked the halls of Hawkins High unseen. If it wasn’t because Eddie Munson and his Hellfire Club had found you, you probably wouldn’t even have any friends. You knew someone like your all-time crush Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington wouldn’t notice you in a million years. Until you get paired up for a project and he finally learns your name.

Eddie Munson - There Are Worse Things I Could Do [Ch.3]

[Harrington!Reader] Your senior year was supposed to be the best one in your life. But when Jason broke up with you and turned the entire school against you by spreading rumors about you, you can count with your hand the people that talk to you. Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, Nancy, and Robin. But there might be a new one you can add to the list. One you never thought possible. Eddie Munson.

Argyle - (500 Miles) [Ch.3]

[Hopper!Reader] After moving to California with your sister and your new family, you think maybe you’ll finally get some peace. But, of course, you are now driving across the country in your boyfriend’s pizza van, on your way back to Hawkins.

Sirius Black - Just Give Me A Reason [Ch.5]

[Snape!Reader] Coming back for another year in Hogwarts meant you and your brother were away from your worst tormentor. But when your school tormentor finds out about it, things are about to change and you are not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. (Warning: mentions of abuse)

Remus Lupin - Too Good At Goodbyes [Ch.6]

Twelve years ago, Lily and James Potter were brutally murdered. Twelve years ago, Sirius Black was sent to Azkaban for a crime he did not commit. Twelve years ago Remus Lupin left you to take care of a one-year-old Harry on your own. Twelve years ago Severus Snape was the only person who was there for you. And now, Remus is back to teach at Hogwarts with you, as Harry courses his third year, and Sirius Black escaped Azkaban.

Fred Weasley - Bad Liar [Ch.6]

Coming back to Hogwarts for your sixth year didn’t start as you expected when you have to witness your ex-boyfriend parade around as one of the champions with his new girlfriend. While you’re in a party that your house threw, you’re fed up with listening to him talking about his new relationship and to have a guy you have no interest in pining over you. So, you do the first thing you could think of. You kiss Fred Weasley.

Theodore Nott - Smile [Ch.3]

You have always found Theodore Nott to be a very interesting person. And when he asks you to tutor him in Herbology, you realize he is also a very sweet person. There is only one thing that you’re missing and that you’re dying to see. You want to see him smile.

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chapter1991 · 6 months

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Dancing Flames

Fred Weasley was heading down the stairs of the boys' dormitory, on his way to a Christmas party at the Hufflepuff common room when he saw a familiar bushy haired girl in front of the fireplace...

The snow on the windowsill of the Gryffindor common room was quickly piling up as Hermione sat in front of the fireplace, with her back against the couch. Her eyes followed the flames that danced around, completely zoned out. A large plaided cover was draped over her shoulders, while she wore a black/red checkered flannel pyjama. Her knees were pulled up to her chest, a cup of hot chocolate rested on the top. She took in a relaxed breath as the flames reflected in her eyes.

Fred came down from the boys’ dormitories wearing dark jeans and a burgundy shirt, ready to head to the Christmas party at the Hufflepuff common room. He stopped in the middle of the common room when he saw the familiar bushy haired girl sitting in the otherwise empty common room. He tiptoed closer as he looked at the girl he had a crush on for the past few months. Fred leaned on the back of the couch and pulled out his wand. He aimed it at the fireplace and the flames turned into a couple, that waltzed between the flames. He smiled when Hermione let out a small gasp and leaned forward, closer to the flames.

“You like it?” He asked quietly, but even in the empty room it sounded loud. Hermione jumped a bit in surprise and turned to look at Fred.

“You scared me, Fred.”

“Sorry.” He grinned sheepishly, before rounding the couch and slid down next to her. He aimed his wand again and the flames turned into two dragons circling each other.

“How do you that?” She asked with big round eyes.

Fred shrugged as he watched the dragons. “Don’t know. George and I learned it when we were young. But then it was just shaped and figures, now we can change it into anything.”

“That’s amazing.” She tore her eyes away from the dragons and looked up at Fred, with a frown. “Why aren’t you at the famous Hufflepuff Christmas party?”

“I needed a powernap after quidditch practice. Just got ready.” He twirled his wand again and it changed into a couple of players flying around on a broom, tossing a Quaffle between them. “Aren’t you going?”

“Does it look like I’m going to a party?” She chuckled as she gestured to her pyjamas.

“Maybe you’re making a fashion statement.” Fred clicked his tongue, grinning. Hermione couldn’t help but laugh at his expression. “Why aren’t you going?”

“Cormac will be there. And he is seriously giving me the creeps.”

“Hm, yeah. He’s a real creep. And I know you can handle it yourself, but if he ever bothers you, you can always come to me or Georgie.”

“Thanks.” She offered him a small smile before looking back at the fire, sipping her cup. When Fred didn’t make a move to stand up, she turned and cocked her head up at him. “Aren’t you going?”

“Not just yet.” He smiled as he looked at the flames, turning them once again. Now the flames turned into a girl, reading a book with a cat curled up at her feet.

“I know you were planning on drinking something stronger, but would you like some hot chocolate?” She asked holding up her thermos, hoping he would stay a little longer.

“Yeah, thanks.”

Hermione transfigured a piece of log into a dark red cup with a golden-letter F on it before she poured him a cup and handed it over. The fingers brushed each other as he took the cup, their eyes met for a moment before Hermione looked down, blushing. Fred watched her for a moment as he sipped his cup of hot chocolate.

“Wow, that’s amazing!”

“Dobby makes it. It’s dark Belgian chocolate with a pinch of chili powder. It’s my favourite.”

“I think it’s mine too.” Fred grinned as he took another big sip from the cup. He leaned back against the couch, resting his head against the seat. “Are you missing your parents?”

“Yeah, I do. But they went skiing and I really hate it.”

“How come? Not that I know what skiing is but...”

Hermione chuckled as she turned her body to him. “Skiing is going down a snowy mountain on two bars made of wood, plastic or metal. You have two poles to steer, so you don’t crash against a three or something.” She chuckled softly. “When I was eleven, I broke my wrist when I couldn’t avoid another skier. I never stepped on a ski again.”

“You shouldn’t let one bad experience ruin it.” He said he turned to her. “If George and I had to give up after every bad experience or failure we wouldn’t be so close to realise our dream.”

“Hm... Perhaps you’re right. I’ll think about it.” She smiled. She saw Fred shiver when a cold rush of air came from up the stairs. “Uhm, Fred?” He looked at her with a heightened eyebrow. She raised the left side of her cover. Fred gazed at her with a questioning look. When she nodded, he scooted closer and draped the blanket over his shoulder. They sat close together; the legs bumped as he fidgeted to find the right position. “Is that supposed to be Bill?” She laughed loud as she saw a figure with a long ponytail on top of a pyramid, dancing. Her laugh echoes through the common room and Fred looked at her awestruck, as the light of the flames flickered over her cheeks. He changed the flame into Ron, who was fidgeting with his horrible dress robes in front of the mirror.

“Bloody hell! I look like my great aunt Tessie.” Fred mimicked Ron’s voice. Her laugh barely died down, before starting up again. Making Fred’s grin even wider. He turned the flames into his mother that stood with her hands on her hips, looking at four young boys.

“Beds empty! No note! Car gone! You could have died! You could have been seen!” Fred tried his best impression of his mum. Hermione placed her cup down as she grabbed her side, that started to sting from laughing so loud. She tried to control her breathing as she looked at Fred with a twinkle in her eyes.

“It’s been a while since I laughed like that.”

“I like your laugh.” He said sincerely as he locked his eyes with hers. “I like that I can make you laugh like that.”

“Oh.” Hermione whispered, unable to tear her gaze away from the handsome red-headed quidditch player in front of her. Fred looked from her eyes to her lips and back. Hermione mimicked his movements before they simultaneously leaned closer to each other. Their lips grazed each other hesitantly, softly before Hermoine’s hand went in his hair and Fred’s hand cupped her cheek, pulling each other closer. The kiss deepened when Fred let his tongue glide over her bottom lip, she opened her mouth eagerly. After a few minutes, hours, neither of them really knew they pulled back, both looking flushed as the portrait swung open.

Fred looked behind Hermione and saw George, Harry, Ron and Ginny walk in laughing. Hermione looked down at her lap and pulled the blanker closer to her chest as the others came around the couch.

“Freddie, here you are!” George sat hopping over the back of the couch.

“I was just about to head out, why are you back?” Fred craned his neck to look at George behind him.

“After someone -” He glared at his little brother, who was already falling asleep on the chair in the corner. “Went on a walk with a bottle of fire whiskey, singing loudly in the corridor, the party was over when Minnie caught him.”

“He’s such an idiot!” Fred laughed looking at his sleeping brother. “Did he get in trouble?”

“Yeah, three Saturdays detention. I’ll probably have to remind him in the morning though.” Harry snickered. Ginny was eyeing Fred and Hermione as they were still huddled close together. But Hermione kept her eyes focused on the flames.

“And what have you two been doing?” Ginny asked slowly as she raised an eyebrow. To Fred’s surprise Hermione answered before him.

“Have you seen what Fred can do to the flames?”

“No, what?” Harry looked from the flames to her and back.

“Oh, you showed her our trick.” George said with an all-knowing voice as he glanced at his brother. “Gin, Harry, come here.” He gestured them to the couch.

George sat behind Fred, while Ginny took the seat behind Hermione and Harry sat down next to Ginny on the couch. Hermione conjured another large blanket the flew over and laid it down on the three behind her as they snuggled closer. She handed over new cups of hot chocolate to the newcomers.

“Enjoy the show.” George grinned and he waved his wand. Fred pulled the cover closer to him, his hand found hers under the blanket and he intertwined their fingers, he saw her smile in the corner of his eye, which made it hard for him to keep a goofy grin forming on his face. All of them started to laugh as Ron’s snores filled the silent room as Fred and George put on a little show in the fireplace. Fred took a chance to look at Hermione and when she glanced back, he sends her a wink, that made her blush fiercely.

Yes, this Christmas, sure turned out better than either one had hoped.

#fred weasley #george weasley #harry potter #hogwarts #hermione granger #love #fred x hermione #fremione #one shot #oneshot #hpff #christmas

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Death's Favored Ones, ch. 4:

Once again, Harry felt the keen gap Fred’s absence left in his soul. He hadn’t been as close with the other Gryffindor as he had been with Ron and Hermione, but the Weasley twins had always supported him, even when the rest of the school or the rest of Gryffindor house turned against him—and they’d always been very vocal about that support as well.

That was part of the reason why he sought out George first, after the ceremony and the first few moments of the reception. That, and he knew that the loss of Fred would be particularly hard tonight, when George was surrounded by family, but still missing one half of his soul.

He found George in the apple orchard, well away from everyone else. The redhead was chucking stones up into the branches of the trees, trying to knock down a few of the apples that always seemed to grow there, no matter what the season was.

#six sentence sunday #our screaming souls #death's favored ones

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nomriddles · 10 months

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Master List

Harry Potter:

Golden Era:

Cedric Diggory

~Coming soon~

Tom Riddle

~Coming soon~

Mattheo Riddle

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3, Ch.4, Ch.5

Lorenzo di Mecurio

~Coming soon~

Fred Weasley

~Coming soon~

George Weasly

~Coming soon~

Darco Malfoy

~Coming soon~

Marauder Era:

Regulus black

~Coming soon~

Sirius Black

~Coming soon~

James Potter

~Coming soon~

Remus Lupin

~Coming soon~

Personal Story

Tulips

#masterlist #fancast #fanfic #hogwarts #harry potter #y/n #x reader #Love #marauder era #short story

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Ch. 4: The Prank

Fandom: Harry Potter (hogwarts year 1-7) Pairing: Draco x OFC

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Story Masterlist // Romina’s Masterlist

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"Arden, wake up!" Romina shook and shook the brunette to no avail. It was time to get up and get changed and while their other roommates - Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bullstrode were already halfway through - Arden remained fast asleep.

"How long are muggles meant to sleep?" Pansy poked her head into the room, curiously laying eyes on Arden's sleeping figure.

"Same as everyone else, Pansy! They're not some different species!"

Pansy's face said that she strongly disagreed.

Romina groaned and stomped to her bed, taking her pillow and returning to Arden's bedside. "Arden!" She began to hit Arden with her pillow for each word she said, "Get—" whack! "—up—" whack! "—now!"

Arden finally gave signs of life by pulling her blankets over her head. "Why's it gotta be so early?" came her muffled words.

Romina threw her pillow back to her bed then snatched Arden's blanket right off the girl. "Who cares, c'mon! We're supposed to be having breakfast and that's where we'll get our classes."

Arden's eyes snapped open. "My classes!"

"Finally," Pansy reappeared from the bathroom with a toothbrush popped in her mouth. "So, really, answer my question, King: how many hours of sleep do Muggles need?"

"Pansy!" Romina threatened to throw a pillow at her. Pansy squealed and ran back into the bathroom.

"She's kind of annoying," Arden remarked and got out of bed.

"But completely harmless as far as I can tell," Romina said. She designated Pansy Parkinson as another of those pureblood elitists last night, but Romina seriously doubted the girl could cause any actual harm. Millicent seemed to be on the same boat, although she seemed to care less about blood status.

She'd met a few other first year Slytherins and they seemed pretty kind for the most part. There was Daphne Greengrass who, during their first conversation the previous night, had a knack of throwing her nose in the air every once in a while. Romina thought Daphne was funny. Then there were the Carrol Twins, two quite reserved girls that weren't really into the whole conversation thing. Romina thought it was best to leave them out for a while. Angel Paes, a curly haired brunette boy with the lightest hazel eyes Romina had seen, was overtly kind. He mentioned having a twin sister but Romina had yet to meet her. Apparently, the sister was remaining in Brazil where their mother was staying for another year to care for her own sick mother. Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott were other boys who were apparently very good friends with Draco. Most of them ran in the same social circles.

After getting changed quickly, the four roommates headed for the Great Hall to get some breakfast. Romina hoped she could get a glimpse of Harry or Hermione, and even Ron and Neville if possible. She wondered how their first night had gone. She heard the Gryffindors had their common room up in the towers, unlike the Slytherins who were down in the cold dungeons, a bit submerged under the Black Lake.

While Romina didn't see Harry, she did spot familiar redheads near the Great Hall entrance.

"I'll be there in a bit," she told Arden who nodded and followed after Pansy and Millicent. She neared the identical sets of red hair near the small flight of steps. "Whatcha doin' there, boys?" She made the Weasley twins separate automatically.

"Oh look, George, it's the not-Gryffindor," Fred declared, and for a moment Romina couldn't tell if he was being sarcastically dramatic or just being one of those who would turn on her after realizing her true identity.

"Yeah, yeah, it's the Oswell girl," George raised his delicate eyebrows at her. "Not very surprised where you ended up, did you?"

"So we're just...not going to be friends anymore because of my name?" Romina frowned. "I thought you were better than that, you know."

The twins looked at each other for a second before bursting into laughter.

Romina scowled and even more so when several students passing them by shot them odd looks. "What, so we're going to embarrass me now? What I do to you?"

"Listen, Rom—can we call you Rom?" Fred slung an arm around Romina's shoulder, but not before Romina saw George slipping something into his pocket.

"Harry calls me that," Romina said, acting innocent as they headed for the Great Hall.

"Right, well, we had a lot to think about where you're concerned, Rom—" George said, now walking on Romina's other side.

"—and we thought if Harry Potter was friends with you, then it had to be for a good reason," Fred said like it should've been obvious.

"I don't know whether to be flattered that you thought about me or insulted that you base my worth on Harry instead of me," Romina said flatly. "But I'll let it go on account that I know you're up to no good on the first day of school."

Both twins stopped just inside the Great Hall and turned to face Romina, both acting offended.

"Making accusations against us already?" George placed a hand on his chest.

"That's your Slytherin coming out, ain't it?" frowned Fred.

"No," Romina said slowly. "It's my common sense coming out. I saw you put something in your pocket, genius." She looked at George with a small smirk. "I look forward to seeing your work, boys."

Both twins beamed.

"We look forward to impressing you, Rom," they both said simultaneously.

Romina laughed to herself and finally made her way to her table.

"What was that about?" Arden asked as soon as Romina sat down. She was already helping herself to some bacon pieces.

"I think we'll find out later this week," Romina shrugged and got to eating herself.

Suddenly, many owls flew into the room carrying various sized packages and/or rolled up parchments. Arden was in awe, but Romina recognized the owl that belonged to her family.

"What's going on?" Arden could not close her mouth as Romina gingerly untied the parchment from the owl sitting between them on the table.

"It's mail, Arden. This is how they do it in the wizarding world."

"There's no mailman?" Arden gasped.

Romina shook her head and popped the 'p' in her "nope!" The parchment turned out to be a letter from her aunt and uncle.

Dearest Romina,

Your aunt and I hope that you are not still dwelling over your family's history. We hope you are focusing on your studies and overall enjoying your time at Hogwarts. Forget the family, forget being an 'Oswell', and simply be Romina.

With love and care,

Your auntie and uncle xx

Simply be Romina. She should probably recite that for a couple of hours and see if it sticks. Romina took a deep breath and sent her owl on his way, with a bit of crumbled toast, and returned to breakfast.

When the students finally received their schedules, Arden was more than happy to get started. Unfortunately, they didn't share some of their classes. Romina tried to cheer themselves up by reminding each other that the schedule always tended to change each year. Plus, it meant they could try and make some new friends. So, it wasn't that bad.

Romina just wondered if she would be seeing more familiar faces from other houses, and by houses she really meant the Gryffindors.

Because when it came to their breakfast, Romina was only able to wave a 'hello' to the Weasley twins, Hermione and Neville. Neither Harry nor Ron made an appearance.

"I'll see you later today," Arden bid a cheery farewell and started for her Potions class.

Romina nodded and finished her own breakfast before she had to go get her things for her first class.

~0~

Getting into Professor McGonagall's classroom, Romina saw familiar bushy hair sitting right up front With a textbook already placed on the desk. Without thinking of assigned seats (like most muggle schools tended to do) Romina walked straight up to Hermione.

"Hermione, can I sit next to you?"

The girl in question nodded her head and moved her things aside so that Romina could take a seat.

"Do you know where Harry is?" Romina soon started to ask. "Or Ron, for that matter."

Hermione looked at Romina for a long time with what Romina would describe as doubt. Finally, she spoke up. "I read about your family." It was then that Romina understood the change of attitude towards her. "Well, technically I had read about all of the Dark Lord's reign and his followers and the Oswells showed up. I just didn't know they were your family."

Romina looked down. "Look, Hermione, what you read…"

"They were your parents, your aunts, uncles, some cousins too."

"Yes, but…"

"But?" Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to say it's not true? Cos I also read that there were loads of families afterwards who changed sides when the Ministry of Magic started rounding them up. Some of those included the Oswells, Parkinsons and Malfoys."

"I'm not going to lie," Romina braved herself to look Hermione in the eyes. "I don't know half the things my family did, nor do I want to know, but I will never deny it. My parents were Death Eaters and they're paying for it in Azkaban. But I find it unfair that you're turning against me because of what they did. I thought Hermione Granger was more than that."

Hermione thoughtfully looked at the desk. "I never said you were the same. I'm only curious why you haven't told Harry. It was pretty obvious he didn't know when Ron mentioned your parents. He doesn't know they're your parents, though, if you're worried."

"I will tell Harry, but it's difficult to do so when I know all the pain my family caused. I just...I haven't found the way."

"You might want to hurry up, I don't think people around here are going to keep quiet on the matter," Hermione opened up her book to read the first chapter, a chapter Romina was sure had already been read.

Romina, uneasily, turned to face the board. There was an odd black cat prancing around the desk and Romina got to wondering when McGonagall would be arriving. It appeared she would be coming in later than Harry and Ron who had come a couple minutes after class was meant to start. By the looks of it, they'd been running. They ended up sitting two desks behind Romina and Hermione, but with their panting breaths they both heard perfectly what they were talking about.

"Whew, amazing, can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron was just setting his things down when the cat - who'd gotten into McGonagall's desk - jumped off towards them and actually turned into McGonagall. All students froze in their place, completely awed.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron had to comment nonetheless.

McGonagall was neither bashed nor amused. "Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley. Maybe if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch, maybe one of you would be on time."

The class snickered.

"We got lost," Harry feebly said.

"Then perhaps a map?"

Romina knew she was going to love the sass of the woman.

"Now then," McGonagall turned back for the head of the class, "Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts." Romina saw that Hermione was already scribbling things down on a parchment even though what McGonagall was saying wasn't technically part of the class curriculum. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

She pulled out her wand and pointed at her desk, turning it at once into a pig. As soon as she did, she turned it back to her desk. Needless to say, the whole class was paying the utmost attention during her lecture. No one knew if they were really ready to actually practice—except maybe Hermione—when McGonagall gave each student a match that they were to turn into a needle.

"I think there's been a mistake…" Hermione heard Romina say and glanced at the raven-haired girl to see her staring at the match like it was about to jump and attack her.

"What? Is it a faulty match?" Hermione asked, seemingly close to raising her hand to ask McGonagall for a new match.

"No," Romina calmly said. "I am afraid that I can't turn this into a needle. That means I have to do magic! I can't do magic!"

Hermione was a bit confused before she realized Romina was just nervous. "Your whole family are witches and wizards."

"Yeah, that's not the type of reassurance I'm looking for, Hermione."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Just do what I do."

Romina watched Hermione for the longest time. It didn't look as hard as she thought it would be but it didn't take the nerves away either.

"Just try it," Hermione insisted. "This is why we're here, right? To learn magic?"

"Yeah, guess so..." Romina mumbled. She drew in a breath and pointed her wand at the needle. It was to her mighty shock when she watched her match turn into a sharp needle. "Woah..."

Hermione gasped with the same shock. "You did it!"

"Yeah..." Romina felt like she was smiling stupidly. Her first bit of actual magic — she did it!

In the end, only she and Hermione had been able to transfigure their matches successfully. When class was dismissed, Hermione fled out of the room to, Romina assumed, go to her next class. She hadn't even thought to ask Romina if they shared any other class but Romina wasn't bothered. Instead, she caught up with Harry and Ron.

"I didn't think you'd actually oversleep on your first day," Romina joked with them.

"We actually got lost!" Ron huffed.

"Poor Ronnikus," Fred appeared from an intersection, looking ready to tease or pull a prank, or perhaps both.

George then liked his head right above Fred's. "That'll be a story to tell Ginny, maybe even get her to laugh."

"Who's Ginny?" asked Romina.

"Our little sister," went the twins together.

"We have to get to class," Ron hadn't felt like being teased by his brothers and was ready to get out of there.

"What do you have?" Harry thought to ask Romina. He and Ron had DADA next and had yet to even learn Romina's schedule.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts."

"Good luck with Quirrel," George made a face while Fred pretended to gag.

"Why? Is he tough?" asked Harry.

"No, but he's a joke of a teacher," Fred said.

"Not to mention he always smells like garlic," George waved a hand in front of his nose.

"Garlic?" Romina repeated, fairly entertained. "What? Is he fighting against vampires now?"

"That's his story," said both twins, making Romina stop for a minute.

"Vampires exist?" Harry blinked, making the twins and Ron laugh.

"Quirell said he fought off a vampire in Romania but now he uses the garlic to make sure the vampire doesn't come back," Fred explained.

"Fred and I think he actually stuffs the garlic into his turban," George smirked.

"I have heard enough of this crazy story," Romina decided and started past the boys.

"Careful, Rom!" warned Fred but Romina shook her head.

"You're idiots!" she made sure to call back.

~0~

They're idiots who were right, thought Romina after they had been dismissed from DADA. Quirell was a stuttering mess of a teacher who probably lied his way to get the position. The only thing that came out of his mouth was bumbling lies and Romina was sure of it. Too bad I have to spend all year with him, she thought glumly.

"Yeah, I didn't think he was all that good either," Arden admitted that night after the girls had finished dinner. They sat on the carpet floor of their common room, doing homework which they already seemed to be getting a lot more. "He kept stuttering a lot which made it a little difficult to understand his lecture."

"Are you talking about Quirell?" Pansy had entered the common room. Her face was contorted into utter disgust. "That class is a joke. I'm only eleven and even I know that man isn't made for the Dark Arts."

"Pansy I think anyone with common sense could see that," Arden shrugged.

"Then why hasn't Dumbledore seen it?"

"That…" Romina pointed at Pansy with her quill, "...is actually a good question."

The wall rumbled as it opened for more students coming in.

Pansy smirked and walked over, plonking down on the couch. "I can't imagine Quirrel actually teaching us anything important this year...or the next."

"That's because he won't," Draco had come in with Angel and by two larger boys Romina didn't know yet. "Not to mention he physically can't. The man's an idiot."

"Well he's an idiot who happens to leave a lot of homework," Romina raised her parchment with a smirk on her face. "So...who has the answers?"

"I do!" Angel happily raised a hand. He was also, quite possibly, the most cheery Slytherin Romina had met so far.

~0~

Nearing the end of the first school week meant there would be some time to finally relax...or so first years thought before starting classes. They were surprised to find loads of homework being left each day which would then pile on if you didn't do the homework of the prior day.

Romina thanked the Gods she only had two classes on Friday: Charms then Potions. Romina trudged along to Potions with Hermione. Her first choice had been Harry, but the boy was proving to be trickier to find. Hermione seemed to have made no such new friends yet, at least that's what Romina thought and wouldn't dare straight up ask, and so the two girls made each other company in classes they shared. Hermione was kind enough to point out that several of the students were already questioning Romina's lineage and would only be a matter of time until Harry himself came into the loop.

Hermione proved to be a nuisance conscience. Romina would inevitably have to come clean and was constantly reminded of it.

Entering the potions class, the students - save Slytherins - discovered the dungeons were much colder than the castle itself. There was an eerie green shade bathing the windows and reflected off some glass jars of picked animals that Snape kept on the shelves around the room. While Romina and Hermione took a seat at one of the desks in the middle aisle, Harry and Ron took the one directly behind them.

"Why are you so jittery?" Romina was watching with amusement as Ron shifted from one spot to the next.

"This is the worst class possible," Ron mumbled.

"Funny, I thought Neville would have said that," Romina threw a brief glance at the boy in question who sat in the next aisle of desks, looking positively ghastly. "What's the big deal? It's our last class. And we have it together."

"Yeah, easy for you to say when you're a Slytherin and thus one of the preferred students of Snape," Ron said.

Romina raised an eyebrow. "What? Is that the rumor going for this professor?"

"It's not a rumor. It's true," Ron frowned. "Everyone says so."

Romina made a face and glanced at Harry to see what he thought. "Honestly, I thought I was only imagining that Snape didn't like me but...I'm starting to believe it's true," Harry said quietly.

"That's ridiculous—you haven't even met him! I haven't even met him properly!" Romina exclaimed.

"Romina!" Pansy called the moment she walked into the class. "What are you doing sitting with Gryffindors?" She made a gesture to Hermione who was hungrily reading from her book and out of tune with the world around her. "Come sit here with me!"

"Pansy, no, quiet," Romina made a motion for the girl to sit with someone else.

"Oh leave her, she loves to sit next to them in every class," Draco didn't fail to remark from his desk on their left.

"If it bothers you both so much to sit alone, then just sit together!" Romina snapped. "And I was in the middle of a conversation so shush!" She sighed then looked at Harry and Ron. "These are some of the people I live with."

"Please don't turn like them," was all Harry had to say on the matter.

"They're not bad," Romina smiled in amusement. "They're just—" but at that moment Snape had strode into the room.

As he walked down the desk aisles, each student turned to face the board. Hermione merely raised her head from her book. Without so much of a greeting, Snape began calling attendance. He got through every student - and made a passing remark about Harry being a celebrity - and finally gave a somewhat greeting to the students.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," his eyes swept over the room. Even though his voice was like a whisper, the silent room made it sound like a shout. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses..." he took a small pause to which every student remained listening to, "I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even put a stopper to death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

Everyone then waited for him to go on with the lecture. However, he suddenly called Harry, making everyone flinch in their seats. Harry had barely raised his eyes when Snape started throwing questions his way.

"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry blinked. He had no freaking idea what Snape was going on about. Hermione raised her hand faster than the first blink of Harry. Romina then shot her an incredulous look. How could she possibly know that?

With no answer, Snape asked a second question. "Powdered root of what to an infusion of what?"

Hermione wiggled her fingers in the air, desperate to be called upon. Snape paid her no attention.

"I don't know, sir," Harry finally gave an answer.

Snape seemed satisfied with his lack of knowledge. Romina was beginning to see what Ron meant.

"Tut, tut—fame clearly isn't everything. Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

Romina inwardly slapped her forehead when Hermione nearly fell out of her seat raising her hand to answer the question. Behind them, she could hair distinctable snickers belonging to Draco and his friends.

"I don't know, sir," Harry repeated himself, unfortunately.

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh Potter? What's the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Once more, Harry didn't have the answer. And he sincerely doubted anyone in the class—except Hermione of course—had the answer. "I don't know," he repeated for the third time then flickered eyes to Hermione. "But I think Hermione does. Why don't you try her?"

Definitely wrong answer, Harry. Romina closed her eyes, regretting for Harry. Everyone around them laughed.

"For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite," Snape said like a breeze in the air. He then looked at the rest impatiently. "Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?" as he headed back to his desk, he made sure to warn, "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter."

Definitely see what Ron was talking about. Romina focused on her note taking, which paled in comparison to Hermione beside her. When it came time to do the class work, Snape put them into pairs which - for today - would be the person sitting beside you.

The task was to create a potion that would cure boils. Romina wasn't as surprised seeing she heard Fred and George babbling about the potion with another companion of them. She suspected it had something to do with their first prank of the year that they had yet to make.

Poor unfortunate soul, thought Romina.

While Hermione weighed nettles, Romina smushed snake fangs. Snape watched them all like a hawk, giving a couple lines of criticism directed mostly towards Gryffindors. Not one Slytherin rubbed him the wrong way despite being almost as bad as some of the Gryffindors. Although it was clear that the prized student in the class would be Draco considering all the compliments had been for him and only him so far.

"Show off," Romina muttered under her breath after the latest compliment Draco received and made sure the whole class heard it.

"Watch it, please!" Hermione huffed and pointed Romina to their cauldron. "You don't want to—" An explosion startled them, as did with the other students.

Suddenly, Neville cried out and other students near them began to hiss and hop. Green smoke started enveloping the class, all from Neville's and Seamus Finnigan's cauldron. The cauldron had melted and was spewing the acid to the floor, burning holes into students' shoes.

"Up! Up!" Romina panicked and climbed over her stool. Hermione quickly followed to do the same, and soon everyone else.

Pansy shrieked when the acid neared her desk, but she was outmatched by Neville's agonizing cry. His skin was turning red and popping up boils.

"Idiot boy!" Snape took off for him and used his wand to clear the class of acid. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?" Neville couldn't answer on account of his boil situation. "Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape ordered Seamus. He did the unthinkable and whirled around to Harry and Ron. "You - Potter - why didn't you tell him not to add the quills?" Harry didn't even have time to be offended. "Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor."

All the rest of the students slowly resumed their seats, but their eyes were glued onto Harry to see what he would do next. Romina mouthed 'no' to him and begged for him to have some sense and stay silent. It was clear Snape was looking for more reasons to doc points off Gryffindor because of him.

When it finally came time to leave, Ron didn't fail to rub it in Romina's face about how wrong she'd been about Snape.

"Okay, so I was wrong," the girl huffed. Hermione zoomed past them without a word. Behind them, Romina was sure she heard the laughs of Pansy and Draco. Those two could cause some issues alright. "He's unfair. I'm sorry Harry."

"It's alright," Harry said, truly not minding it. He had also just confirmed that Snape hated him for no reason.

"Cheer up, Harry," Ron nudged him. "Snape's always taking points off Fred and George. Can I come and meet Hagrid with you?"

"Hagrid? You guys are meeting with Hagrid?" Romina said as they ascended up the staircase leading them back to the normal level of the castle. She led the way, going upstairs backwards.

"He wrote me a letter earlier today," Harry explained. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind."

"Where does he live?" Romina wondered. "I mean he—AH!" she had tripped over nothing and landed on the floor.

"Rom!" Harry panicked but before he could do anything something splashed from above, drenching her entire body.

Romina thought it was freezing cold but it had a familiar scent. Her vision was blurry but she swore she saw two sets of redheads up on the second level. Unknown to her, someone else saw too.

"Romina!" Pansy came towards her but immediately retracted the step with a shriek. "Eugh! It's the same as Longbottom!"

Because now Romina's skin was getting blotchy and red, sprouting boils like Neville had done earlier.

"It hurts! It hurts!" Romina cried, her hands covering her face.

None of the students around her knew what to do, and thankfully none of them had to.

"Out of the way," ordered the cold voice of Snape who, with a wave of his hand, made every student rush to the sides. "What—who did this? Who decided to get funny and replicate my potions? Poorly I should add." He turned on the others, demanding an answer straight away but of course no one had one or they wouldn't give it up.

"Professor, it just came out of nowhere!" Pansy frantically waved her arms. "She-she was walking and-and it just happened!"

Snape looked at the others and of course everyone agreed with her. And so, Romina was taken to Madame Pomfrey to receive the same treatment Neville was. When she was more or less stabilized, Snape continued persisting for the name of the culprit who had dared take from his stock of potions.

Romina was staring directly at him, showing no bit of nervousness. One wrong word and she could get some dear idiots in trouble. "I honestly did not see anyone, Professor. I was just walking with Harry and Ron and it just hit me. Literally!" she waved an arm but quickly brought it down after seeing the ugly boils that had yet to disappear.

Snape was staring at her like he believed his mere look would eventually break her, but Romina was quite good at those looks. Her muggle teachers, and even some nasty girls, often decided she was so weak that with a simple look she would crack.

"Professor, she needs to rest," Madame Pomfrey stopped by Romina's bed after checking over Neville. "I'm sure you can figure out who did it after she's well."

It was obvious Snape hated to lose especially against a student, but with no more to do he turned and left. Romina released a breath and made herself comfortable again.

Over the next couple of days, Romina received visits from Hermione - who often brought along the homework she was meant to be doing over the weekend - followed by Harry, Ron, Arden, and even Pansy when she wasn't gagging over the boils. She was, however, pretty anxious to see Fred and George come in on Sunday. It was actually really funny seeing them approach her with terribly guilty faces.

"Good afternoon boys," she greeted like nothing. Though she kept her voice a bit quiet considering Neville was asleep nearby.

"Rom…" Fred's eyes flickered to Pomfrey at her desk, "...we are so sorry! We thought the upperclassmen were coming out."

"Is that who your little prank was meant for?" Romina raised an eyebrow, fairly curious to know who had been the actual target.

"We got the dates mixed up," George let his head hang in shame. "Sorry about that."

"Yeah, don't worry about it. I lived, see?" Romina gestured to her face that was on its way to leaving the last bit of redness and boils. "No one has to know about it."

"Rom, you really are the best," Fred lunged to hug her but the mere contact still stung Romina that she yelped and pushed him away. "Sorry."

"You definitely change the meaning behind 'Slytherin'," added George.

"I intend to in the future," Romina smirked.

They talked for a bit more until they had to leave on account of some detention they had to serve to McGonagall. However, they did leave behind a box of pumpkin pastries for her. Romina happily started munching on them, making a mental note to separate some to share with Neville.

She received one more visit, though, before she could relax as she would've pleased.

"Did Pansy send you in cos she was busy still gagging?" Romina mused as Draco approached her bed. "Or Daphne? I honestly think that girl is too squeamish for her own good."

"I don't do things for people, and much less for Parkinson," he huffed. "Though these are from Angel," he rolled his eyes as he pulled out a small box of chocolates from his pocket. "Like I said, they're from Angel!" He said to be perfectly clear.

Romina chuckled as she accepted the box. "He's so sweet, that Angel. So, was this it? Or is there something else you needed?"

There was a hint of mischief in his eyes. He looked around like someone would be interested in their conversation. Then, he stepped closer and whispered. "I know that you lied, Oswell." Romina's eyes widened as Draco pulled away. "I know you saw those Weasley twins upstairs cos I saw them too, but you lied. You lied for two idiots who aren't even in your house."

"It was an accident," Romina shrugged. "What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is you could have gotten them into trouble like they deserved. Snape would have had their heads—"

"Yeah, I know, that's why I didn't rat them out. Besides," Romina raised a pumpkin pastry, "Think about what I could get afterwards because I kept my mouth shut? Exhibit A."

"Did you play the Weasley twins?" Draco asked, almost sounding like he was impressed.

"Not 'play' as in to be evil, but for...I just saw an opportunity and I took it. Now if you play your cards right you can get something too. But nothing they can't get - and nothing that gets them into trouble." Draco considered it for a moment while Romina went back to her pastries. "Might I give a suggestion?"

"Okay…"

"Do your parents allow you sweets?"

"What? Course they do," Draco automatically said before stiffening with the new idea. "Oh...you're kinda good."

"Ask for the ones they don't let you have. I'm asking for truffles."

"Yeah, alright. But now you owe me one for keeping your little secret."

Romina smirked. "Deal."

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1. Melody Riddle and the Sorcerer's Stone Ch.4 Birthday Surprise at Midnight

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

I blearily opened my eyes, wondering just what I was being woken up for. I had been at the school for a few weeks and, finally, got rid of my jet lag. Of course, it didn’t change the fact that I’ve always hated waking up early. From how bleary my eyes were, it had to still be early in the morning.

“Who is it?” I called, snuggling deeper into my wool blankets.

“Professor Higginbottom,” a voice, forcefully high-pitched, responded.

I softly groaned to myself as I sat up, pushing my feet into the soft slippers with a yawn. Mom said to respect the teachers, so I better come to the door. “I’m coming, hold on a sec.” I shuffled over to the door and opened it.

An explosion of color and sparkling woke me up the rest of the way, causing me to jump back and rub my eyes so I could see clearly what just happened. As I opened them again, there were the twins with party hats on their heads and their wands held up still spouting sparks and confetti.

“Happy birthday!!” they cheered.

I blinked at them in disbelief. Not only had I not even told them about my birthday being May thirty first, but I was also irritated that I had shown any type of surprise. I hadn’t shown private emotions to anyone but my parents since preschool. In response, I kept my voice flat as I asked, “How did you know? I never told you..”

“Dumbledore told us,” they said giddily.

“Now get some adventuring clothes on. You’re going to explore the castle with us!” George said.

I’d finally figured out how to tell which twin was who. Despite being perfectly similar twins, I could sense who was who by their energy. Fred was more in charge while George generally followed along — not that it was all that easy, because their personalities almost exactly matched each other.

Fred added, “And hurry up before Snape comes. You have no idea how many times he patrols past your door.”

I narrowed my eyes, “What time even is it?”

“Midnight,” they replied eagerly.

“I’m going back to sleep,” I attempted to close the door in their faces, but Fred stuck his foot in.

“You’re turning down a personal tour of the school where no students, classes or teachers can get in the way?” George asked.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you’ve already shown me enough of the school. Which, might I say again, the library is still my favorite.��

“Not the secret passages,” Fred said, waggling his eyebrows.

“What, you mean there are secret secret passages?” I asked dubiously.

“Of course! It’s a castle!” George said.

I sighed. Sleep.. or explore possibly thousand year old secret passages…. Historical secret passages obviously win my vote. “I’ll just be a minute.”

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After making sure we left a line of pillows in my bed — that the twins so generously brought to make it seem like I was still asleep — they took me as far away from the dungeons as possible before Professor Snape could return.

Fred then pulled out a worn old sheet of blank parchment paper and his wand. “Can you guess what this is?”

“A treasure map in invisible ink?” I guessed half-heartedly.

The twins chuckled, “Close enough.”

He gently touched the tip of his wand to the paper and recited, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

Lines appeared and spread out along the page in different directions, forming a map of the whole school. At the top of the page came the words ‘Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present THE MARAUDER’S MAP.’ As I stared at the map, I could see very clearly where we were standing by the three dots next to each other labeled with our names; ‘George Weasley,’ ‘Fred Weasley,’ and ‘Melody Riddle.’

At the same time that I was in awe of all the possibilities there could be for magic, I also felt a pang of disappointment. I had to realize that ‘Melody Gray’ really must be officially gone if my last name was automatically ‘Riddle’ on this map. Or maybe my name had never even been ‘Gray.’ I put the thought away as quickly as it had come.

“How do you have this map?” I asked. “Wouldn’t this be something the headmaster would have?”

“That’s the beauty of it —” Fred said.

“— this must be the only map in existence.” George said.

“Last year, we let off a Dungbomb in the corridor —”

“ — and it upset Filch for some reason —”

“ — and after he hauled us off to his office and gave the usual threats —”

“ — we just couldn’t help but notice a drawer in one of his filing cabinets.”

“It said: ‘Confiscated and Highly Dangerous.’”

“Fred dropped a dungbomb —”

“ — and George grabbed the first thing he laid his hands on.”

I could only listen to the story with barely held back laughter as I had to continue moving my head back and forth between the two of them. “Do you always tell stories in parts like this?”

“‘Course,” they replied with a unified shrug.

“Should’ve seen that answer coming. Well, I can assume a Dungbomb must be some kind of stink bomb, but who’s Filch?”

“Filch is the caretaker,” Fred said.

“The caretaker?” I asked, aghast. “There is only one caretaker in this whole castle?”

This was where they looked around and began whispering. “Oh yeah, and you know the catch —?”

“— he’s a squib.”

“So…” I thought about everything mom had said before I left. “He was born to a magical family, but has no magic?”

“Bingo!” they said.

“But how’s that fair?”

They stared at me in surprise, “What?”

“He’s supposed to clean this whole castle, every nook and cranny, by himself? With no magic, whatsoever? That’s not fair!”

“Well — I mean..”

“It’s not like he’s nice! He’s evil!”

“And I can see why! I’d be mean, too, if I have to clean up after magical incidents everyday like a normal person. All alone with a whole castle to travel through.”

They merely laughed and linked their arms through mine.

“You’re funny, Melody, really —”

“— however, we have very little time for dilly-dallying. We want to at least show you one secret passage.”

“But —” I attempted to push my argument through. It just seemed to me that if I was going to have a fresh new start with friends that I was most definitely required to give my opinion.

However, Fred’s hand slapped over my mouth and I was dragged into the deepest shadows of the hallway. I wriggled and tried to yell at him, but he tightened his grip on me as he hissed, “Shhh.”

A cat meowed in the distance.

“~ Come my sweet… we’ll catch them… lead the way…. ~”

The voice chilled my bones as I thought about how it would look to mom if I’d been caught out of bed with some boys before school even starts for me. I stood still long enough that Fred’s grip slackened.

Thankfully, whoever it was hadn’t even gone right past us. The voice had sounded off from a different hallway, but we trepidly watched their silhouettes walk past the entryway. We waited a few minutes before we felt like we could breathe normally, then I followed them in silence.

We reached a statue of a one eyed witch with a hump on her back, and we went around behind her. George tapped the hump with his wand, uttering the word, “Dissendium.”

The hump snapped open to a size big enough that we would only be able to fit through one at a time. As I peeked in, it seemed to be a considerable length of tunnel pointing downwards… we were going to have to slide.

“Alright, Melody,” Fred said with a grin. “I’ll go first, then you count to ten before following. George will be right behind you.”

I shrugged as he hopped right in with a soft “Whoo…”

As I counted to ten, I shook my head. Just my luck for goofballs to enjoy hanging out with me. But, I reasoned as I eased myself into the hole, it’s not like I could find anyone goofier than they are in my own age group. I let myself slide through, feeling cool wind whipping my hair around as I went down, down, down until I landed on wet, soft earth.

Light was emanating from Fred’s wand so, in the surrounding pitch darkness, I saw his hand held out to help me up. When I took it we moved out of the way as we heard George’s “Whoo…” coming down the slide.

We were in a narrow, low ceiling passageway where, once we started moving with the twins cracking jokes along the way, it winded this way and that as we walked. It was too easy to trip, and hard to keep enough balance not to fall all the way to the floor — even with the light from both of their wands. Concerning the pain in my legs, plus the passage beginning to rise up, I knew we must have been walking for quite a while though it seemed that no time had passed at all with those two keeping me company.

A short time later, we came up to another long set of stone steps about as long as the slide had been — though it obviously took twice the time. When we finally made it to the top, Fred had pushed open the trapdoor above us and we made our way out into a cellar room full of boxes and crates.

I took a deep breath and whispered, “I never thought I’d appreciate air aboveground as much as I do now.”

“Everybody’s a critic,” George whispered back.

Fred replaced the trapdoor, which blended in to the floor so well that it was no longer a surprise how this wouldn’t have been found out… wherever this place was. He then walked over to the wooden staircase leading up to a door, “Prepare to be amazed.”

“By more stairs?” I breathed.

They chuckled, dragging me up the stairs and through the door where I found us standing behind a counter of what looked like a candy store. It was too dark to see much. However, what I could see was not only glass jars filled with unknown objects, but also that there were items in the shape of lollipops and ice cream.

When the light came on, all I could do was stare. There were so many shelves full of so many different kinds of candy that if I’d tried to imagine an equally fantastical candy store before seeing this one, I wouldn’t be able to see it even close to this caliber.

I was more into candy than I had ever been willing to admit.

By the labels, I read everything around me: toffees, pink coconut ice, creamy nougat, all different flavors of chocolate there could ever be; there was a large barrel labeled Every Flavour Beans — most likely jelly beans — and another that said Fizzing Whizzbees, whatever those were.

On one whole wall, there were sweets labeled ‘Special Effects’ of which were such candies called: Toothflossing Stringmints, Exploding Bonbons, Black Pepper Imps, Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum, Sugar-Spun Quills, Peppermint Toads and Ice Mice — among so many others.

“This must be a dream,” I said incredulously.

“Nope,” Fred said, pinching me hard on the arm.

“Ouch!” I hissed, punching him in the chest. “That was not an opening to pinch me!”

“I just wanted you to see that it was real!” he said, holding a hand to his chest as though wounded. “What would you like from here?”

“I’m not stealing candy,” I snapped.

“You don’t have to — we’ll put the money for it on the counter,” George said, showing me silver and bronze coins in his hand. “We haven’t got much, but you won’t be able to come down here to Honeydukes for regular visits until your third year. We’ve been sneaking here since last year because we can’t wait until we have permission to go this coming year.”

“That’s why we wanted you to see this,” Fred said, gesturing at all the candy in the room. “And you can use the passage whenever you want. Come to us if you forget the spell.”

“I don’t know if I’ll even use it, but…” I looked around the room, then to the boys beside me. “Thanks. A lot. This is one of the best gifts I could ever ask for.”

They grinned before walking me through the store listing all their best suggestions.

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