#fredrick weasley

[mastermindmiko]

Milestones

Pairing: Fred Weasley + fem!reader

summary: A small blurb of a night at the burrow in bed with Fred

Word count: 762

Warnings: none, but lmk

Requests are open

I wrote this in a grand total of fifteen minutes at 1am, so if there's any mistakes please don't mind them, and let me know

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"I'm sorry about my family" Fred whispers so low that I almost don't hear him. I move my head to the side to face him with a frown. I ask, "what?"

"They can be a little much sometimes I know." Fred continues and I find myself even more confused. I place one of my hand's to his face and I ask, "what makes you say that?"

He doesn't say anything, but I don't press, hoping that he will say something anyway. I rub my thumb in soft circles over his cheek, and I shuffle a bit under the covers. He holds my wrist, taking my hand off his face to press a kiss to my palm. Even after dating for a while now, I still get butterflies.

"I've been told that my family comes on a bit strong. Mom with her affection, dad with all his muggle gadgets, Charlie with the dragons-" Fred starts but I cut him off, unable to hear him say anything else, "Fred, no don't say that. I love your family."

"Really?" Fred asks, hesitantly. I nod my head eagerly, and ask, "what made you think that Fred?"

"I wanted you to like me- I didn't want my family to freak you out." Fred replies with a small blush on his cheeks. I smile at him and say, "if you haven't noticed Fred I do like you, that's why I'm your girlfriend."

"Hopefully it stays that way." Fred mumbles as he pulls me closer to him. I nuzzle my face into his chest as he wraps his arms around me. He rests his chin on my head and I don't think I've ever felt more relaxed. He asks, "well aside from my family, how was your day?"

"It was good, I read a new book, it was great." I say as I recall the events of what I'm sure is now one of my favourite books. Fred says, "you can tell me all about it tomorrow."

"But nothing else really, what about you?" I ask him lifting my head up so I can look at his gorgeous brown eyes. He smiles and says, "George and I found a good location for the shop, it's in diagon alley and above it, there is a good apartment-it's all within the budget of course."

"Fred, that's great. I'm so excited for you." I beam at the wonderful news, and I can see that mischievous and excited look in his eyes, the same one he always had when he was about to prank someone, except that this time it was bigger.

"The apartment is great too, two bathrooms, two bedrooms- that is if you don't mind us sharing the apartment with George" Fred rambles, and I blink for a second before realising. I tease, " Fredrick gedion weasley! Is this your way of asking me to move in with you?"

He rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly. He says, " I kind of hoped that you wouldn't notice and just say yes. Things have been going well, I just thought that it was time- unless of course you don't want to-"

"Of course I want to, you idiot." I cut him off and nuzzle my head back into his chest. He wraps his arms more tightly around me and he presses a kiss to the top of my head and whispers, "good."

"Its got a big kitchen too since I know you like to bake." Fred says like he's still trying to convince me to move in with him, I would move in with him into a swamp if he asked me to. I reply, "Just some anxiety cookies no big deal."

"It doesn't matter what's their cause what matters is that they're damn good and by the way I love you" He says quickly that I almost don't catch it. My goes go wide and I look up at him and tease, "Crossing off a lot of big milestones today, Fred. What's next you're gonna pop out an engagement ring then tell me you're pregnant"

"Haha very funny" He replies, sarcastically, avoiding my gaze. I continue with a wide grin, I still can't believe he said it, "No seriously should I buy baby clothes, get you my ring size-"

"Go to sleep, love." He whispers before turning to the side to close the bedside lamp. I'm still smiling when I say, "Okay."

I wait a few seconds before pressing a knee to his cheek and wrapping my arms around his torso. I say, cheerfully, "I love you too by the way, goodnight."

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[valentineforlemonandcherry]

Joke's On You 16

When Fred Weasley carelessly bumps into you into the hallway, you decide to take him a notch down; not by berating him, but by showing him up at his own game of using your charm and intellect to get what you want. And it’s fine if the end result doesn’t leave everyone quite satisfied - in fact, that’s what you want…

[Fred Weasley x Reader.] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Non-Consent.] [Warning: Manipulation.] [Warning: Humiliation.]

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The Slytherins came back from holiday to find the most horrendous smell lurking in their common room. The obvious answer, of course, was to simply Vanish the smell. However, the smell was sure to return again over time. Besides, everyone wanted to know what the source was. Was it Goyle’s filthy Quidditch shoes, stewing away in the far corner? Was it Parkinson’s horned toad, who kept leaving a trail of droppings from the entryway to the window? Or had Filch’s dirty mop finally gotten so incredibly filthy that instead of cleaning, it soiled everything it touched?

The Slytherins grudgingly searched the common room, walking around with their noses plugged until they were next to whatever they thought was the source of the scent, then unplugging their nose to sniff it, only to shake their head and hastily plug their nose back up. Finally, fed-up with what he called “servants’ work,” Draco Malfoy cried out in a plugged, warbly voice, “My father will hear about this!” Hundreds of miles away, Lucius felt a sudden crick in his neck. 

At long last, Professor Snape was called in. Imagine his fury when he discovered a well-placed, completely rotten egg under the tile under the foot of the grand piano. He puffed up in anger, with his chest welling up so much that it strained his tightly buttoned-up black robe. He opened his mouth –

At the precise moment that Snape began to let out his breath of rage, over in the Gryffindor common room, Neville’s frog, Trevor, emitted a long, high-pitched whistle that alarmed everyone – and not in the least Fred and George. Because for a split second, Fred and George thought that their mum had followed them all the way to Hogwarts to yell at them again. It would have been good timing too, Fred thought wryly, as he, George, and Lee began to pull all manner of goods out of the secret compartments of their trunks. 

Almost an hour later, Fred finally announced, “That’s everything.”

“Great,” George said. “Let’s sort it all out and write out that order form again.”

Lee nodded over at Fred’s trunk. “What’s that?”

Fred didn’t need to look over to see what Lee was referring to. There was only one item left in his trunk and he’d left it there because it would have hurt his pride to take it out. Nevertheless, the tips of Fred’s ears went red as he muttered, “Nothing. Never mind that.” 

Stuffed in the corner of his trunk lay the heart-covered boxers you’d gotten him for Christmas. 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You were happy to return to classes – most of all, Charms. As you took your usual seat next to Kenneth, you gloated, “Well, well, so you got me in nearly all of our subjects – except this one, huh?” You waggled your finger at him. “You can beat me ten times over in Potions and Arithmancy and what-have-you, but never in Charms.”

Kenneth merely said, “You seem very happy.”

“Why shouldn’t I be?” you replied, as you sat down and began to pull your notes out. As you set your parchment down on the desk, Kenneth frowned.

“What is that?” Kenneth asked, pointing at a rude doodle drawn on the parchment.

You peered down at it. It was a small doodle of a devil cat, clearly enjoying its time as it basked in the flames of hell. You quickly turned the parchment over to hide it – only, scrawled on the back of the parchment were the words, Yours truly, Fredrick Gideon Weasley.  You flushed as you hurriedly put the parchment back into your bag. Kenneth stared at you.

When you turned back around, he said, cautiously, “I wasn’t going to bring this up, but just before break, I happened to be in the Great Hall for breakfast - ”

You couldn’t help but giggle at this, as you pointed out, “You make it sound like that happened against your own will, Kenneth.”

Kenneth turned slightly pink. But he continued, “ - and I saw - well, the whole school saw - Fred Weasley asking you out.”

You suddenly went quiet.

Sensing that he had the advantage, Kenneth pressed, “Is it true?”

“Well, it sounds like you saw it with your own two eyes, so who am I to deny that?”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” 

You began to rummage around in your school bag, looking for a quill or a book or something (anything, really, except that piece of parchment), when Kenneth reached over and grasped your arm to stop you. “Are you really dating Fred Weasley?” 

You met Kenneth’s eyes. Oh, he’s my friend. I can’t lie to him. Besides, I’m not ashamed or anything to be with Fred. In fact, I’m rather proud of it.

“Yes,” you confirmed.

You expected Kenneth to let go of your arm, but he only held on harder as he pressed, “Have you lost your senses? Of all people, Fred Weasley?”

“Yes,” you said stubbornly, now trying to sidle your arm out of Kenneth’s grasp.

Just then, a familiar voice said, rather meanly, “Oi. Let go of her arm.” 

You and Kenneth both looked up to see Fred standing there.  Kenneth slowly let go of your arm.

“Hi, Fred,” you said brightly.

“Hi, hellcat,” Fred responded, though he lifted his eyebrow at you. “Interesting conversation you’re having here, huh?”

Kenneth’s brow furrowed, as he put together the drawing with Fred’s nickname for you.

You replied, “Not really. I was only slandering your name, and Kenneth here was sticking up for your honor.” You reached over and thumped Kenneth heartily in the back.

“Oh, really?” Fred said wryly, his mouth twisting into a rather cruel shape.

“Yes, really,” you stressed. “So, you should move along before McGonagall comes in and starts the term by taking twenty points away from her own house.”

“Fine,” Fred replied. But before he stepped past you and Kenneth, he said, “And it’s none of your business, innit, Towler?”

Kenneth shook his head at you, as if to say, ‘Really? That guy?’

You looked over at Kenneth and nodded, replying wordlessly, Yeah, that guy.

“But you’re a prefect,” Kenneth said, speaking quietly now.

“Yes, I am.”

“How are you going to - ? Isn’t it going to pose a problem? I mean, aren’t you going to let him off the hook now?”

“Oh, no. Absolutely not,” you said earnestly. “I’m going to be more strict with him than ever. In fact, I don’t think it’s an overstatement to say that Fred Weasley will be the reason I become Head Girl. I’m going to catch him so many times that it’ll be a new record for how many times a prefect has rounded up a villain.”

“Villain?”

“Fine. Mischief-maker. But you get my point.”

“And he’s not going to be mad at you?”

You snorted. “I damn well hope he is. That stupid Fred Weasley.” 

You buried your head in your book, trying to hide the happy blush that was spreading on your face as you thought of ‘stupid Fred Weasley.’ 

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

During lunch, you came over to Fred’s dormitory. Knocking on the door,  you sang out, “Fred! Could you come out here, please? I have something for you.”

Inside, you heard George throw something and then call out, “Oi! Fred! Devil’s knocking on the door, and it’s for you.”

You paused. Then, you knocked on the door again and said, in a very different tone, “Hey, you in there, what did you just call me?”

Just then, the door opened. It was Fred. “Hi, hellcat. Come to see me?”

“Yes,” you said. “Could you please come out here? I want to speak with you.”

Fred started to step out, but as he did, you caught sight of George and Lee sitting on the bed in the room. You pointed at George and said knowingly, “You.”

George ignored you – and Fred had shut the door. Turning to you, Fred immediately meant to grab you and kiss you hello, but as he made to reach for you, you stopped him short by suddenly presenting him with a piece of parchment.

Fred looked down at it. “What’s this?”

You tapped the top of the parchment, where you had neatly titled it: Petition to Fred Gideon Weasley, regarding the use of certain pet names. You explained, “I would like to reserve the names, ‘Freddie’ and ‘Freddie boy’ for cases of cuteness.”

Fred instantly looked disgusted, but he also looked a tad confused. “You wrote an entire letter just for that?”

“That’s right. It’s my petition to you, my boyfriend,” you said softly. Reaching out, you gently stroked Fred’s tie. “I miss my pet names for you.”

Fred snorted. “You can call me pet names, just – just something more fitting.”

You cocked your head at him. “Like what?”

“Like…” Fred thought about it for a moment. Then, his eyes brightened, and he suggested proudly, “Like ‘Sir.’”

You blinked. “Sir?” you repeated.

Fred smirked slyly at you. “That’s right.”

“Oh…” Your brow furrowed – and then you burst into laughter. “Ha, ha, ha!” You keeled over and laughed merrily, and you accidentally forced Fred into a bow, as you were still holding onto his tie.

“Oi, you’re – you’re choking me,” Fred groaned.

“Oh! Sorry!” You let go of his tie, but you kept laughing into your hands.

“What?” Fred said defensively. “What’s so funny about that?”

You wiped tears from your eyes and waved him away, chortling, “Anyways, Fred, have a serious thought about the original petition, please.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

The class after lunch was Potions. When Professor Snape stormed into the dungeon, everyone immediately fell quiet. At once, he barked out, “Weasley!”

Fred and George chorused together, “Yes?”

“On your feet!”

Fred stood up. Meanwhile, George remained sitting.

Snape glared at George. “I said, on your feet!”

“Oh, I thought you meant him. Sorry.” George stood up, and Fred sat down.

“No, both of you, on your feet!”

About half of the class giggled as George then (completely unnecessarily) sat back down before he and Fred stood up together.

“A regular ol’ circus act,” Lee murmured appreciatively.

“Stupid,” Kenneth muttered under his breath. “They’re only making Snape angrier.”

“I shall give you one chance for repentance before I report you to the Head of your House,” Snape said thinly. “Which of you disrespectful dunderheads decided it was a good idea to hide a rotting egg  under a tile under the piano in the Slytherin common room?”

Your eyes flashed. Oh Merlin, I completely forgot about that.

“Neither of us, sir,” Fred said confidently.

“Is that so?” Snape sneered, clearly not believing Fred.

“Yep,” Fred replied. His eyes twinkled merrily, as if he was secretly dying with laughter inside.

George chirped up, “Cross my heart and hope to die, Professor.”

Your cheeks slowly turned red, as you realized both Fred and George were teasing you, though both of them were pros and didn’t so much as throw you a wink.

David mused, “I thought only first year girls used phrases like that.”

Your cheeks brightened even further. “Some – Some older students might use that phrase, too,” you murmured defensively.

Snape ground his teeth in frustration. “I have tried to give you a chance for repentance - ”

“With all due respect, Professor, I did all my repentance on New Year’s. I had an angel come by and lead me through the whole she-bang,” Fred said, in a mockingly innocent tone. “So I reckon I’m clean as a sheet - ”

Snape blew up. “Enough! Enough! I shall – I shall see to your punishment after class. Sit down. Now.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

When class ended, you dawdled near your desk.  Meanwhile, Fred and George dutifully came up to Snape’s desk.

“Are you aware of how long it took Mr. Filch and myself to discover where the horrendous smell was coming from?” Snape seethed.

“No,” George said. “To be honest, we’re not at all sure of what you’re talking about, Professor. Could you maybe explain to us -?”

Slam. Snape brought his book down on his desk. He grasped the edges of his desk and leaned over it to peer unpleasantly into Fred and George’s faces. “The two of you will never have another moment out of detention again. I shall assign to you six months’ worth of - ”

“Oh, no!” you cried out, as you dropped an ink bottle. It smashed and went all over the floor. Distressed, you sat down and began to wipe at the ink with your sleeve.

Snape berated you, “Idiot girl! Did you forget you’re magical? Move aside.”

You shifted out of the way and Snape waved his wand. The ink cleared up at once.

“Sorry, Professor,” you said earnestly. “I was only looking for my quill and ink because I had some questions to ask you about the Draught of Living Death. You were saying something about its alchemic properties and I didn’t understand - ”

Snape closed his eyes for a moment, trying to contain his fury. Finally, he said, “Read the textbook, then. I will not spend my time entertaining the most basic of questions. And, Mr. Weasley - ”

“Yes?” Fred and George chorused together again.

“Out. Get out. But be warned, if I ever catch you pulling such a prank again - ”

“Professor, we’d never - ”

“ – Honestly - ”

“- We don’t even know - ”

“ – what this is all about - ”

“ – But good day, Professor - ”

“ – Take care - ”

“- And happy New Year’s!”

The twins had been slowly tripping backwards towards the door and when they let out their cheerful New Year’s greetings, they slipped out of the room.

Meanwhile, you had finished stuffing your quill back into your bag and you high-tailed out of there as well.

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

You spent the evening with your friends, coming up with study plans for the term. Afterwards, as you made your way back up to your prefect’s room, out from a secret passageway, a tall, ginger-haired boy suddenly appeared and wrapped his long arms around you.

“Well, well,” Fred whispered teasingly in your ear. “Look who’s become a little rogue. I always knew I’d bring you over to my side.”

You scoffed. “As if. I simply thought it was unfair that Snape was trying to punish you when he had no evidence that you actually committed the deed.”

“Mhm,” Fred agreed, squeezing you in his arms and nudging the top of your head with his chin to make you squirm, “especially because if he followed the trail all the way through, he’d find you  holding the end of the rope, right?”

“No.”

“Who was the one that asked for the egg to be hidden under a tile under the piano?” Fred reached down and grasped your chin with his hand and made you turn your head to look up at him. “Who was it, hm?”

You yanked your head away and said lightly, “I have no idea.”

“No?”

“No. Truly haven’t the foggiest.”

“Maybe because you were drunk off of Firewhiskey that night,” Fred said, grinning now. “And you’d taken a bucket to the head - ”

You reached up and pushed your hand against Fred’s lips. “Shush, you.”

Fred shook his head, shaking your hand off of his mouth. “Drop any more fireworks, lately?”

You scowled. “You keep this up and I’ll drop you.”

Fred grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to him. “You could never,” he said knowingly. “You couldn’t live without me, your boyfriend.”

You eyed him skeptically. “You’re being disgusting, Fred.”

“Am not.” Fred proceeded to make all sorts of kissy faces at you, clearly making fun of you.

You took the opportunity to stomp hard on his foot.

“Ow!” Fred yelled. He hurriedly stepped back.

Slinging your school bag coolly over your shoulder and walking away, you waved your fingers in the air and called, “Come find me when you’re done being a moron.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

Fred did come and visit you, in your prefect’s room, later that night.

When he walked in, he was grinning to himself and he was dusting his hands off of something…

You hesitated. “What were up to, Fred?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing,” Fred said easily. “Just testing the properties of permanent ink.”

You blinked. “Why in the world would you need to test for that? Isn’t the main property in the name?”

“Of course, silly, but how permanent is ‘standard permanent’?” Fred explained. “And would it be possible to create, let’s say, an ink that is permanent unless removed by a very particular, even singular, singular erasing liquid?”

“Well, of course it’s possible."

Fred gave you a doubtful look.

You reeled off impressively, “You’d have to find a type of ink that wasn’t based on whatever regular ink is based on. Then, in terms of creating a singular erasing liquid, it would essentially come down to an application of Golpalott’s Third Law for antidotes. In other words, the erasing compound wouldn’t ever be a simple one-to-one ratio or the simple sums of the ratios present in the permanent ink. Something alchemic would need to happen to create a true antidote – or, in this case, a true and singular erasing ointment.”

Fred clapped his hands together. “Brilliant! That’s how we can create an ink where only the prankster can erase the ink. That’s mighty helpful. Thanks, love.”

You paused. “Wait, what? That was why you asked me that?”

“I didn’t ask you, technically speaking,” Fred pointed out. “I was merely speaking aloud an observational question. It was you that couldn’t pass up the opportunity to show off and be little-miss-know-it-all.”

Your jaw dropped open. He pretended to look foolish on purpose, just to egg me on!

Fred waggled his finger at you. “Humility, love, you’ve got to learn it someday. You’re just too full of yourself.”

“Me?!” you said indignantly. “I was merely sharing my knowledge with you, hoping to educate your stupid little brain. It’s not my fault all you can think about is pranks - ”

“ – and pussy,” Fred finished for you. He pranced over to you and grabbed your face in his hand. Leaning towards you, he made a kissy face and said, in an overly playful voice, “And it looks like I’ve got both of those sorted out right here.” He squeezed your cheeks in his hand and leaned in to peck your nose.  

You went bright red. “Fred!”

Fred chuckled merrily. He let go of your face, but he shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned towards you as he said, rather brightly and boyishly, “Wow, this is what flusters you? Look at you, red as a tomato. Of all the embarrassing shit you pull, the fact that you helped me develop a product is what sinks you?”

Your mouth turned into a very thin line, and you made to turn away from Fred. But he grabbed you and pulled you into his arms.

Fred’s breath tickled you as he murmured teasingly into your ear. “Where d’you think you’re going, huh? You’re in your own room. There’s nowhere to go to.”

You quickly batted him away.

Fred laughed and let you go. He then started to flop over onto your bed, but you made him wash his hands first.

You paused, however, when you heard your shower start up. Ten minutes later, Fred walked out, wearing nothing but one of your fluffy pink towels. You stared at him.

Fred smiled as he ran another towel – a lavender one – through his hair. “Like what you see, mistress?”

You cleared your throat. You did, in fact, like what you were seeing. Except his chest is too clean-looking. It doesn’t have the kiss marks that it should have… from me.

You shook your head, trying to clear your mind of such wanting thoughts. Then, standing up, you pointed to your bed. “Have a seat, Fred.”

Fred snorted. “What is this, a business meeting?”

“Yes.” You brought your notebook over to the bed and plopped down with it. You pointed to your notebook. “Listen here. I’m going to offer you a little deal. You’d be a fool not to take it, I think, but well – it’s your life and I don’t like forcing anyone into anything, so…”

Fred glanced down at your notebook. “What the hell is that supposed to be? A rune?”

“No.” You pushed the notebook towards him. “Have you ever heard of the game ‘tic tac toe’?”

Fred shook his head.

“Well, it’s easy enough. The goal is to get three in a row,” you explained. “But here’s what I propose: Every time you and George pull one of your stupid pranks and you don’t get caught, you get a turn. But every time I help a professor catch you, then I get a turn. Except if it’s Snape, Filch, or Umbridge, of course. I won’t help them catch you – unless I’m really annoyed with you, that is.”

“Why’s that?” Fred asked, curious.

“Because Snape, Filch, and Umbridge aren’t fair with their punishments,” you explained succinctly. “But the other professors are – and you do deserve to be punished. You, George, and Lee are absolutely awful students. And from the sounds of it, the three of you are developing and selling a lot of stupid things - ”

“ - Our products aren’t stupid, they’re brilliant - ”

“And I’m not going to allow that, much less facilitate that.” You gave him a stern look. “Do I make myself clear?”

Fred rolled his eyes. Reaching out, he brushed the notebook away. “Or, how about you just help me get out of every punishment ever?” He leaned back onto your bed. At the same time, he reached over and grabbed you by your waist and pulled you on top of him.

“No,”  you emphasized, hitting his chest lightly with your hands. “Can’t let you do that, Fred.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m a prefect and that means something to me,” you said. “Besides, I promised Kenneth I would continue to be a good prefect.”

Fred frowned. “You promised Kenneth?”

“Yeah, Kenneth – you know, top of our class, fellow prefect, and my study friend. That Kenneth.” You pretended as if you hadn’t mentioned Kenneth on purpose and as if you were describing him only to help Fred remember who he was, but Fred caught the mean glimmer in your eye.

Fred growled. “You tease.” He suddenly gripped your wrists in his hands quite tightly. “You’re just dangling him in front of me, aren’t you, to get me all riled up?”

You laughed softly. “Maybe,” you admitted. Looking down at your hands, caught in his, you said pleasantly, “I think it’s working, don’t you?” You then nodded down at the pink towel that Fred was still wearing. “By the way, pink looks quite nice on you.”

Fred groaned. He dropped your hands and then, pushing you off of him, he rolled over and buried his face in your pillow.

You grabbed the notebook and followed him, nudging his shoulder repeatedly. “Fred? Fred? C’mon, won’t you play the game with me?”

“No,” Fred said emphatically.

“But you haven’t even heard what the prize is,” you pointed out.

“Don’t care,” Fred said shortly.

“Do you know what it is?” you pressed.

Fred was quiet for a moment.

He’s going to ask, you thought confidently. He won’t be able to stand the idea of missing out. He’s going to ask me… any second now –

“All right. What the hell’s the prize?”

You grinned. Rolling over so that you fell into his lap, you looked up at him and whispered lovingly, “Anything you want.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

“Professor McGonagall!” you shouted fiercely. “There they are!” 

Fred, George, and Lee, who were all gathered around the entrance of the Slytherin common room, wheeled around. Spotting you, Fred cursed.

Dropping the net they had been installing over the Slytherin common room entrance, all three of them ran for it.

“Iterdum!” You performed a Trip Jinx, pointing your wand at none other than Fred – and it caught him.

With a shout, Fred went sprawling onto the ground. However, just before McGonagall caught up to you, two pairs of hands reached out from behind the adjacent hallway and dragged Fred along the ground and out of sight.

Huffing and puffing, McGonagall appeared behind you. Her hat was lopsided. “Where are they?”

Glumly, you said, “They left.”

*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *

“First move goes to Fred!” Fred crowed gleefully as he placed an X right at the center of your little tic-tac-toe board.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “It shouldn’t count. You were dragged out like a dying seal.”

“Doesn’t matter how it happened,” Fred countered. He fell back onto your bed. Running his hand through his hair, he mused, “Now, let’s see, what shall I have you do when I win?”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” you said, still annoyed.

Fred looked over at you and shot you an easy grin. “Sour grapes already? Boy, are you a sore loser.”

“I’m not sore and I’m not a loser,” you fired back. “I just don’t see what the point of you running your stupid little brain is, when I’m going to win anyways.”

“It’s just part of the fun, innit?” Fred said, now grinning even more cheekily at you. “I can imagine you however I like…” He closed his eyes. Imagining you, he moaned softly.

You scoffed.

Fred smirked. Without opening his eyes, he murmured, “Good girl, you know what I want already, even without me telling you.” 

“No,” you said stoutly. “Rather, I know how simple-minded you are, and how crass, and how - ”

While you were speaking, you had slowly wandered over to the bed and were now standing at the edge of the bed. Fred, still keeping his eyes closed, suddenly lifted one leg and tripped you. You fell right onto the bed, with a surprised shriek.

Fred grabbed you by the shoulders, and pushed you back onto the bed. He kissed you hungrily, making your lips part with his own and swallowing your fevered gasp. His hands roamed all over your body at once, making you go all soft and flushed for him.

“F-Fred…” you moaned softly, almost whining as he bit your lower lip and tugged playfully.

“I bet your plans for me are just as crass,” Fred whispered accusingly. “So, who are you to go calling me simple-minded and all that? Huh?”

“Well, but it’s true – mmm…” You felt Fred’s mouth push roughly against yours again, and his hands slipped under your shirt. His hands warmed up your tummy quickly and then, Fred groped your breasts adoringly, if not a little impatiently. Meanwhile, you had your hands wrapped around his slender neck and while you weren’t choking him, you reveled in being able to keep your hands there, slotted against his neck, keeping him warm while being able to hold onto him.

The two of you became lost in kissing each other for a long moment.

However, when Fred pulled away to catch his breath, you managed to whisper, “I’ve given it a lot of thought, Fred. If I win, I’m going to make you…”

“What?” Fred asked breathlessly.

“…Study.”

“What?” The romantic, heated atmosphere broke entirely as Fred sat up indignantly. “You’re going to make me what?”

Your lips, now flushed pink from kissing Fred, spread into a wicked little smile. You remained lying down, but your eyes slipped down and you gazed at Fred through half-lidded eyes as you whispered, seductively (and sardonically), “Study, Fred.”

Fred scoffed. “You’ve got to be joking.”

“Mm,” you agreed lightly. You shifted over so that you could slip your head into his lap.

Fred only scowled at you.

“Fred,” you whispered, staring up at his ugly, immature expression in secret joy.

Fred ignored you.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Fred…”

Still nothing.

“I said I wasn’t sore yet…” Staring up into his eyes and slowly reaching out to pull at the end of his tie, you asked him in a gentle and honest voice, “I have to go and patrol the halls in an hour. Before then – could you maybe make me sore?”

Fwump.

You half-gasped and half-giggled as Fred roughly threw you over onto the bed and leaned over you.

“For Merlin’s sake, will you ever put me down nicely?”

“Shut up,” Fred growled, as he went to unzip his pants at once.

“Mm, nice growl, puppy,” you cooed. “And come closer, I want to rip off all your buttons.” You reached up and flexed your hands and grinned up at him.

Fred muttered, “Hellcat,” but he did as you asked, leaning down a little so that you could have your fill of happiness.

As you ripped off his tie, which was in the way, you remarked, “Fred, you’ve tied your tie all wrong.”

“I’ve tied it this way all my life.”

“Well, it’s wrong. Why didn’t you listen to your mum when she taught you?”

Fred grumbled, “How did you know my mum taught me?”

“Of course she did,” you said knowingly. “Your mum is wonderful, Fred. It’s you who’s the problem.”

Fred rolled his eyes as you made short work of his tie and shirt, throwing them off merrily across the room, and then you reveled in the sweet happiness of sinking your nails into his handsome chest.

Fred watched you merrily marking up his chest with kisses, bites, and scratches. As you let out little purrs and happy growls, he shook his head and murmured, “Seriously so weird.”

However, as you sucked at Fred’s chest, you were slowly undressing yourself – until your shirt fell open, revealing your shape and your cute little bra, a pretty lavender thing that pushed up your breasts just enough that you knew it would drive Fred crazy.

Sure enough, Fred changed his tune quite quickly. His eyes widened and he said hurriedly, “But fuck, it’s fine, baby, when you look like that…”

Fred made to touch you, clearly meaning to rip off your bra so that he could ravish your breasts. But you caught his hand in yours. Looking up at him, you whispered, “No. No touch.”

Fred made a face. “Again?”

“Well…” You slowly brought Fred’s hand to your lips. “I get to touch you first.” You opened your mouth just enough to let his finger slip into your mouth. Then, you sucked. “Mmpfh…”

Fred let out a breath. He swore that you had the prettiest eyes, and when you were looking up at him like that, with his finger in your mouth, in between your soft, pink lips… His own  mouth fell open slightly and he watched you rather dumbly.   

You smirked slightly. Speechless already?

As you sucked on his finger, you gave him your orders, only you masked them as soft and sweet requests. You whispered lowly, “Be a good boy and slowly reach into your pants. Now, stroke yourself. Make yourself nice and hard for me. Yes, for me.” Your voice accidentally slipped into a more aggressive tone towards the end, as you felt yourself getting quite excited.

Fred, whose eyes had slipped shut as he slowly pleasured himself to the sound of your voice, paused. He blinked.

You distracted him quickly, sucking on his finger once again and whispering softly, “Mm… Yes, like that… Get yourself allready for me. Show me how much you want me.”

Now panting slightly, Fred gripped his cock and pumped up and down quickly, getting himself all hard for you. His cute face was starting to get all red.

You held back a giggle as put on your softest voice, to ask him, “Tell me the truth: Are you thinking of me?”

Fred nodded – but it was a casual, brief nod.

“You are? You’re thinking of me?”

Fred nodded again – too quickly for your taste.

“And nothing but me?” you pressed.

Fred groaned, as he pumped his cock in his hand, but he nodded again, and more earnestly this time.

“Yeah?” you said, slowly and subtly encouraging him. “Are you picturing how you’re going to take me? How you’re going to make love to me? How you’re going to fuck me until you make me yours?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Fred huffed out, now fisting his cock furiously. “Gonna fuck you so hard, baby. You’re gonna be mine.” His voice became a deep growl on the last word.

“Mmm. And you’re going to cum in me, aren’t you?”

“Yes baby, I’m gonna cum hard in your pussy,” Fred moaned, now nodding non-stop.

“Okay,” you whispered softly. “I’d say you deserve some pussy now. Yes?”

“Yes,” Fred stressed, impatient. He opened his eyes and stared at you hungrily, his pupils blown wide with lust. He croaked out, “Now. Please.”

You smiled. “All right.” You slowly stripped your skirt off. As you did, you murmured, “Fred, you’re so gorgeous. Did you know that? I think you’re so handsome when you’re all flushed for me.”

“You do…?” Fred whispered, and his voice was hoarse. He watched you as you tossed your skirt to the side.

“Of course,” you said soothingly. Next, you slipped your fingers under the tiny slips of fabric lying over your hips and began to shimmy your panties down, little by little, until you revealed that you were wearing your little heart butt plug for him again.

Fred moaned audibly when he saw your little plug.

You lifted your legs a little, to show it off, and as you did, you whispered tellingly, “Oh, and Fred? I was wearing this all day today. Do you know why?”

Fred stared at your cute little ass and plug. Rather foolishly, he blurted out, “No.”

“Because I missed you,” you confessed. “As soon as I came back, I put my plug in, because it means that I’m… yours.”

“You’re mine? That’s what it means?” Fred reached out and pressed his finger against the plug.

“Ah…” You breathed out softly. “Yes, Fred…”

“Fuck,” Fred muttered, “that’s cute as hell.”  

You let one of your hands fall on top of his knee and you gently stroked his knee as you murmured, in a sweet, low voice, “Now, come here.” As you spoke, you opened up your legs, to make room for Fred. The heart-shaped nestled between in your pert ass glittered in the light as you pushed your thighs apart.

Fred kept staring at that little heart, until his mouth fell open.

Godric, he looks like such an idiot, you thought lovingly. Oh, Fred. You tapped on his knee again, to wake him up. “What are you doing? Come be with me.”

Fred shuffled forward on his knees. You nearly laughed out loud at how awkward he looked. He almost looks shy, you thought, and you felt so very fond of this sweet, naïve version of Fred.

However, when Fred was closer, he had no hesitation whatsoever in spreading his large, warm hands on your thighs and pinning them down immediately against the bed. Your breath escaped you as you suddenly felt yourself being held down against the bed.

Ah, traitor, you thought in your head, he always does this. He looks all pathetic and pitiful, and then as soon as he’s close enough to take control, he suddenly does his damned best to do so.

With your thighs so obviously split open by Fred, now your pussy was there for Fred to see – already glistening and all pink and – and – You felt embarrassed for a split second and nearly covered yourself with your hands. But you caught yourself and whispered in your head, Don’t get carried away now.

Sure enough, Fred said knowingly, “Well, look at that. Wet already? You little slut. You did miss me.”

You scowled slightly.

Fred smirked. “And here you were, making me think that I needed you more than you needed me, and that your little ‘plug’ speech was just so you could use me to get yours.”

You muttered, “Who said anything about needing anyone? Now, get on with it.”

“Godric, look at you, getting all shy.” Fred was fully teasing you now.

You glared at Fred, and he grinned back. He said cheekily, “You nearly got me, love. Nearly. But now I know. You weren’t just luring me in and playing me like a chump. No, you meant every word of what you said, didn’t you? I mean – look at you, laid out in bed like this, dressed up in some fancy new lingerie, (Fred tugged at the strap of your bra, and you indignantly pushed his hand away) wearing your cute little heart plug (Fred pressed it again, making you suddenly moan rather too softly for your taste), and with your pussy all wet for me (Fred touched you between your legs, pressing his fingers right up against your pussy, and you hurriedly grabbed his hand and stared up at him with desperate, wanting eyes). Merlin, you need me. That’s what this is all about, isn’t it? Telling me that you need me bad.”  

A wicked glint appeared in your eye. However, you pretended to relent. “Sure, Fred. I’m wet for you. I told you, you look so handsome. I can’t help myself – when you’re in bed with me, I get all wet.”

Fred suddenly sat up a little taller, with his shoulders back and his chest puffed out slightly.

Oh, look at him, all proud of himself, you snickered in your head. He’s so cute. You reached down and gently grasped his cock in your hand. It’s like he doesn’t remember what a whiny little puppy he becomes as soon as he’s inside me. Well, I can remind him of that.

Fred hissed slightly, as you let your hand run up and down his length. Slowly, you guided Fred’s cock to your pussy and slid the tip of his cock up and down against your wet slit. “‘I’m a complete, heartbroken slut for you. Is that what you want to hear?” You grasped his cock harder and jerked your hand up and down as you whispered rapidly – “Sir?”

“Fuck,” Fred moaned, and his hands slid up your thighs and onto your waist and he squeezed your waist, making you suddenly huff.

“Fuck,” Fred repeated. “Call me that again, baby. And hold still – ‘cause I’m - ” His voice gave out, and he huffed heavily as he suddenly felt all worked up over hearing you confess how much you wanted him and hearing you call him ‘sir.’

You nearly slipped and gave into your desire in that moment, which was to push Fred’s cock inside of you as fast as you could, because Merlin knew that that was what you wanted. You were a slut for him. But you made yourself stop, with Fred’s cock barely pressed to your pussyhole, and you murmured quietly, “But you ought to know one thing, sir -”

“W-What’s that?” Fred panted out.

You toyed with Fred’s cock, rubbing it against your pussyhole gently, but never letting him slip inside. “No matter how much I need you, you’re always going to need me more.”

“Well, I don’t know ‘bout that,” Fred protested, even as he squirmed with how badly he wanted to be inside you now. “I’d like to – baby, please, just put it in – to think we’re even.”

“Even?” You slowly shook your head up at him. “No, we’re not even.”

“Damn it, are you trying to be mean again?” Fred huffed out, with his hands in fists now as you kept dragging the tip of his cock up and down your pussyhole, without actually taking him in.

“I’m never mean.”

“You are, and if you can’t see it – baby, for fuck’s sake, take me in – if you – uhn – if you can’t see it, it’s only because it’s your default.”

“No,” you corrected him, speaking softly. “If you think I’m mean, it’s only because you’re being stupid, Fred.”

“I’m not stupid,” Fred said at once, sounding almost sullen.

“Well, then, willfully ignorant, which is worse,” you said flippantly. “But I’ll show you.”

“Show me what?” Fred said, now getting quite annoyed with you.

You stroked Fred’s cock in your hand again, as you answered, “How badly you need me.”

Fred groaned. Your hand felt so good wrapped around his cock, but he knew that your pussy would feel even better. Merlin, why isn’t she taking me in? I need to be inside her. Just look at her little pussy, all wet and waiting. Fuck, please!

“Just – Just – Can’t we do that some other time?” Fred huffed, trying desperately to swallow down his impatience.

However, you added fuel to the fire by looking up at him and innocently shaking your head. “Can’t, Fred,” you replied matter-of-factly. “Now’s the only convenient time. See, unlike you, I have real tasks to attend to after I play with you. I’ve got to go study, for one, and then I have prefect duties, and then I have to fold my laundry – and I like to line up all my socks before I roll them up all daintily with my hands - ”

Fred growled, “Listen here, you – you demon - ” But just then, you pushed in simply the tip of his cock inside of you.

Mmm, you moaned in your head.

Fred let out a soft whimper and he shook his head, completely disarmed by how good you felt squeezing around his cock, even if it was just the tip.

“Uhn…” Fred breathed out. “Mmm, yeah. Now deeper, baby, c’mon.”

“Fred, say you need me,” you whispered enticingly. “And mean it.”

Fred let out a pained groan. “S-Stop teasing me.”

But you shifted upwards, and you let the tip of Fred’s cock slip out of your pussy.

Fred groaned. “Baby, where are you going? C’mon, please - ”

You shook your head up at him. “First, admit how much you need me - ”

“All right, fine, I need you , I really fucking need you,” he suddenly reeled out. “C’mon – fuck – stop teasing me.”

You checked your grin as you replied, in a voice as light and soft as feathers, and in a tone that seemed so regretful, “Oh, Fred, you were so close, but you just weren’t sincere enough - ”

“Bloody hell!” Fred cursed at you. “What’s your prob - ?”

You put your finger up to his mouth, cutting him off. “Shush, no cursing.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Fred was nearly shaking all over, and his cock was so hard, it was almost painful.

You pretended not to notice as you sighed and said, in a disappointed voice, “Can’t pay attention, I see. Can’t even give his girlfriend ten seconds of his focus.”

“I swear to God - ” Fred growled, but you only smushed your hand against his mouth again, and more definitely this time.

“Dwevil,” Fred protested, against you and your hand.

“Fine. I’ll make my point another way.” You locked eyes with Fred and smiled pleasantly at him. "I was going to let you have me for as long as you wanted tonight, but I changed my mind." Then, you announced, in a voice that promised pleasure that was to die for, “I’m going to make you cum in three minutes, Fred Weasley."

#fanfic #fanfiction #harry potter imagine #harry potter smut #fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley smut #joke's on you

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

She'll Survive

pairing: fred weasley x reader

genre: angst angst angst

el's thoughts: sorry not sorry about this one, haha

“Hi, Freddy.” Y/N rubbed her nose with her sleeve as she sat down on the grass next to the stone. She let her fingers trace the engraved letters carefully as tears slid down her cheeks. Fredrick Weasley. “This week was tough. For some reason, every little thing seemed to remind me of you. Which then led to sleepless nights and puff eyes… But I know you wouldn’t want me to keep crying over you. You’d probably make some teasing comment about it, huh?” A small sob fell from her lips as she leaned her head against the cold stone. “I don’t know how to stop crying over everything. People say ‘with time it will heal’... But they are so wrong. No amount of time will heal this hole in my heart. I know they mean well, but Freddy, I lost my best friend. The love of my life. How is that supposed to heal? How am I ever gonna look at fireworks again and not tear up? How am I supposed to hear our song?” She held the rough yarn sweater tighter to her chest. Her fingers danced over the large letter F as she took a deep breath. “How am I supposed to keep going, my love?” 

Fred watched her as she cried and felt a pain in his heart. He wished he could just hold her and tell her everything was gonna be okay. She was a strong girl, and he knew that. He knew that eventually, she’ll get through this. It may take years and years, but she’ll make it through. She’ll survive, she always does. 

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x y/n #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagines #ellora.writes

[lunatheseus]

Better names for Harry Potter's Children

The way that JK Rowling decided on the names..... why????

There are so many better ways... also some of the names they decided on were so outdated... Albus? Really? It's almost lazy...

You could incorporate Rubeus Hagrid by naming one of the kids "Ruby", how about "Minnie" for Minerva McGonagall?

I also wish they could've been more creative:

Oliver/Olive/Olly (Oliver Wood)

Celeste (for Lupin or Luna)

Jenny, Jennie, Jan (For Hermione's "Jean")

Mollie/Molly would've been cute...

Evan, Evans (for a middle name), Evie, Evelyn, Eve could've been in honor of Lily Potter (her maiden name was Evans)

Instead of outright "Lily": Lilith, Lillian, Lilac, Lillyanne

Heidi (Hedwig)

Fredrick/Winifred (for Fred)

Wolfgang is also kind of outdated, but it gives appreciation to Lupin?

There are also a ton of flower names in the HP series, why not continue: Zinnia, Marigold, Violet, Sunny (Sunflower), Lotus, Magnolia, Jasmine etc.

Wesley: a nod to the Weasley family

Alben, Aiden, Al, Ally, Allen (instead of Albus)

#harry potter #hp #harry potter series #hp fandom #mini rant #ranting #harry potter rant #rant post #rant #cyber rants #ginny weasley #hogwarts #harry james potter #james sirius potter #lily luna potter #albus severus potter #jk rowling #personal rant #random rant #shower thoughts #random #random thoughts #text post #harry potter headcanon #hp headcanon #headcanon

[347-emeraldbitch]

Me anytime i think of my favorite siblings

In First place we have the Weasley siblings!!! Lucky number 7. Natural redheads in the house!!!

William, Charles, Percival, Fredrick, George, Ronald, and Ginevra!!!

Brave, clever, and always know the best sales!!!

BUT WAIT!!! WHATS THIS???

Here comes the children from the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black!!! Related on both sides. Magical royalty!!!

Bellatrix, Andromeda, Narcissa, Sirius, and Regulus!!!

Rich, mentally unstable, and part-time models.

Oh, what do you have there Bellatrix?

“A knife!!!”

Lovley.

#weasley siblings #hp #harry potter #the most ancient and noble house of black

[multisimper1998]

Happy 45th birthday to the Weasley twins.

Fredrick Gideon

April 1, 1978- May 2, 1998

George Fabian

April 1, 1978-

#weasley twins #harry potter #fred weasley #george weasley

[jester-complex]

the Weasley-Potter children, saddled with heavy names, find ways to avoid the pressure of living up to it

-James Sirius started going by his initials, JS, in his first year.

JS slowly morphed into Jace. when he landed the Chaser position, it changed to Chase.

His siblings and cousins call him Jim, much to his dismay.

-Albus Severus was bullied for his name in primary and at hogwarts; Albus was not a common name at all

His family are the only ones allowed call him Albus, and the only ones he doesn't snap at after he changes his middle name to John

-Lily Luna thought herself somewhat blessed by her name. No one jumps to her aunt or her grandmother when they hear it. just a normal name.

but then she goes to Hogwarts, and quickly tells everyone to call her Lou.

-Fred II can't help but think his parents regret naming him this everytime they talk to him.

once he starts hogwarts, he starts telling people to call him Fredrick, mostly to be funny.

then people start calling him Ricky, and he takes the out.

-Molly II was always immediately recognized as Molly Weasley's granddaughter. they had the same name, so.

so when her primary teacher thought her name was Milly, she just smiled and nodded.

#harry potter #hp hc #hp next gen #harry potter next gen #james sirius potter #albus severus potter #lily luna potter #fred weasley ii #molly weasley ii

[herarcadewasteland]

Discoveries Pt. 2

 A/N: This one is shorter because its really just a fluff filler before the main plot continues... enjoy?

Pt. 1 Pt. 3

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Sitting down in The Three Broomsticks, you looked around at everyone chatting away with food swerving around tables, sitting in front of people and pieces flying out of over enthusiastic mouths. It made you smile when Molly tilted her head at you when she sat on the opposite side of the long table. Giving her a nod, Ron sucked you into conversation the second he sat down beside you. You both chattered over your new wands and the treats you bought. The Weasley table was calm for a few minutes but calm never lasted in the household, even in public. 

A shrill scream made you jump slightly in your chair, your head turning frantically to see what had happened. It didn’t take long to figure out that your mother had yelped because of a nose-biting teacup clamping her nose. You smothered giggles behind your hand, giving the twins a small thumbs up as they high-fived and Percy got up to remove the teacup. The angry muttering of Percy filled the brief silence before Molly’s voice run above it all.

“Fredrick and George Weasley! The garden gnomes are your issue now! As soon as we get back to the Burrow I expect you two out and working, am I understood?!”

“Yes mum.”

Ron laughed loudly at the twins’ demise while you watched Percy struggle with the nose-biting teacup. Arthur stood with a sigh, destroying the teacup and silencing the noise at the table. Everyone quieted down immediately with eyes on Papa Weasley. You watched with a smile as Arthur encouraged the twins with a joyful “good one boys!”. Molly gasped and smacked his arm but the whole family could see the smile on her face when she kissed Arthur on the cheek. Your dad stood for a little longer, talking about how proud of Ronald and you he was, how excited the whole family was to see which house you both ended up in. 

It didn’t take long for food to settle on the table, hands reaching, people groaning as their favourite was stolen from under their hands and cups clinking while they filled. The noise settled to casual conversation while everyone filled their stomachs, Ron complaining when you ate the last piece of chicken while he was watching. Fred threw mashed potatoes in your direction but managed to only hit Percy which caused an uproar of laughter and angry yells from the victim of the mashed potato attack. 

The mess was cleaned quickly enough by Molly who scolded Fred for throwing food in the first place. The chaos calmed not long after and the table was nearly silent as everyone fully focused on the rapidly cooling food. You kept light conversation with Ron while everyone slowly cleaned their plates, and empty plates were taken away.

“You are definitely a Gryffindor, Ron. You have nothing to worry about! It’s in your blood to be a Gryffindor. I asked mum how many in the family were Gryffindor and she told me that every generation, minus one on mums side, were all Gryffindor! If that’s not fate, I dunno what is.”

Ron sighed at you, shaking his head in exasperation, “But you don’t know how I’ll turn out. I could be a...a Hufflepuff!”

He shuddered at the thought and you laughed loud enough for Percy to send you a glare. You mouthed an apology towards him and turned back to Ron.

“I do know. Every single one of us-”

You cut yourself off when you noticed your family going pale. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Ron swallowing harshly. That was enough for you to turn your head and freeze. That same man and woman from outside Honeyduke’s and Olivanders greeted you, but with a plus one. A young boy your age was stood proudly in front of them, his cool grey eyes scanning the room as his parents did.

When his eyes met yours, his cocky expression dropped in confusion as your smile had earlier. The boys hand reached back to tap at his fathers, pointing subtly in question. You saw the man shake his head and dismiss the boy, stalking forwards into the pub to gracefully take up a table with a swish of white-blonde hair and black cloak. The woman met your eyes as well before she sat beside her husband just as gracefully while the boy just plopped in a chair. You broke eye contact with the family, shaking your head and making conversation with the twins and Ron while the table was cleared. 

A minute or so later, Arthur had paid and gathered the family around the floo. Fred went first, George went after, Percy rolled his eyes and flooed back to the Burrow next. You stumbled through the fireplace into the comfort of your home, running directly into George as he had positioned himself as a Y/N guard. You huffed at him but muttered a thank you, standing to the side to brush off your clothes. You looked up to watch Ron stumble and fall to the floor in front of the floo, Molly coming through and tsking before she whisked away the twins to give them brooms for the gnomes. Arthur came through last, locking down the floo so no one could come through after them and guided you to the living room.

“Dad, what's wrong?”

“Nothing dear. Nothing. I just wanted to ask you how you felt about going to Hogwarts.”

“I mean...”, you paused with a thoughtful hum, ”I’m a bit scared of not being a Gryffindor and disappointing you and mum.. but other than that, I’m excited!”

Your dad nodded with a smile, grabbing your hand gently and patting it, “You will never disappoint us just because of a house. Just go through the sorting ceremony and be proud of your family away from home, ok? We love you very much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, dad.”

You smiled back at him and jumped up from the couch, skipping outside to watch the twins deal with the laughing gnomes. Molly walked back inside when she saw you exit the house, your head being patted on her way. You huffed at the mess it made your hair, continuing on to sit by Ron on a blanket a safe distance from the panicking Fred and George. 

“You have to do better George!”

“You do better, Fred! AHHH IT BIT ME!”

Ron dissolved into laughter when George got a gnome stuck to his hand, you following suit when the gnome let out muffled giggles from his place. Watching the gnome swing around, your head went in circles to follow the motions George was making. You got dizzy pretty quickly and gave up, watching with your head mostly stationary. Ron was rolling on the blanket laughing his ass off, his face turning red and tears running from his eyes. You laughed beside him, Fred doing nothing to help his brother until George threatened him with something you couldn’t hear over your other brothers laughs. 

The chaos continued until Molly yelled out that dinner was ready. Everyone scrambled to make it inside first so they could wash their hands faster and then grab the food they wanted even faster. That plan failed everyone but you and Ron, who had first picks because you had received your very first Hogwarts letters. Your plate filled with the food you wanted and could eat without issue, you sat back and slowly munched on your green beans, watching the communal plates empty within seconds after Ron finished piling his plate. 

Conversation started across the table, Fred and George annoying Percy as much as they could. Molly talked with Ronald about his broom which had broken the other day and you talked with Arthur about life at Hogwarts. It was chatty, it always was. But it was home. All you could wonder was if Hogwarts would feel like home too. You supposed you would find out though, so you relaxed fully and listened to Hogwarts stories' be passed around the table. 

#malfoy reader #reader x harry potter #harry potter x yn #I dont own Harry Potter #fuck jkr #dumbledore is gay #reader is an adopted weasley #my brain hates me #harry potter fluff #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic #angst #reader insert #x yn #draco malfoy x sister reader #sort of canon #Gryffindor reader

[corneliaavenue-ao3]

See what happens now!

Harry - Well he did techinically die, but lets say he doesn't come back. Neville still kills Nagini. Hermione realizes that Harry probably was a Horcrux, and why he had to die. Harry's protection for everyone still exists just like Lily's protection for him lasted after she died. Voldemort cannot kill anyone else. After Molly kills Bellatrix, Voldemort turns to kill her, but he misses. Members of the DA all fire at Voldemort at once in a variety of spells. One of them hits Voldemort's green spell and fires back on himself and kills him. No one knows for sure who it was (it was Ginny's).

Ron - Died in the explosion along with Fred. Percy Weasley is distraught, losing two of his younger brothers right when he gets them back on his side for the first time in years. He feels entirely guilty, and goes on a rampage. It is unclear how many death eaters die at the hands of Percy Weasley that night. Harry and Hermione are once again lost and have no clue how to move on now that the glue that holds their group together is now gone forever.

Hermione - (Hello Sam). She died in the Fiendfyre. Nothing for the rest of the book changes, except Ron is absolutely inconsolable. He just watched someone he was in love with and then his brother die in front of him in a span of a few minutes. When Voldemort announces that Harry Potter is dead, Ron loses his absolute shit. Instead of Neville, it is Ron who runs forward and tries to attack Voldemort. The Sorting Hat is forced on his head, proving that he is a not a coward that his insecurities told him for years, he pulls out the Sword of Gryffindor. Ron is the only person to kill two of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

Ginny - Your finger must have slipped, you picked the wrong person. I could never allow anyone to kill off the love of my life.

Luna - Bellatrix got her in the end. Hermione and Ginny both watch her go down. Ginny, who thought her best friend was dead for months, finally got her back, and now lost her again, seeths with blind fury. Out of all the spells that she aims at Bellatrix, it is her signature Bat-Boogey hex that lands. While distracted with snot monsters, Molly Weasley comes off and finishes the job.

Neville - Voldemort cannot kill Neville because of Harry's love shield, but Bellatrix can. Bellatrix attacks Neville after he kills Nagini realizing how much it upsets her master. Sweet, little Hannah Abbott watched this happens and absolutely loses her shit. Hannah, Ginny, Luna, and Hermione all take down Bellatrix, and now with one more wand in the mix, Bella goes down. Hannah was the one who had the final blow.

George - Died before he knew Fred was also dead. Thankfully never knew he lived in a world without his twin. The Weasley Family mourns the loss of the twins. Albus Severus is renamed to Fredrick Georges Weasley. McGonagall retires when she realizes she has to deal with both James Sirius and his little brother.

Draco - Died in the Fiendfyre trying to prove himself. Harry lied to Narcissa telling her that he was alive when he very much knew he wasnt, so Harry makes it back to the final battle. However, Narcissa is now pissed realizing that her son is dead. She teams up with Bellatrix to fight Luna, Hermione, and Ginny. This time, it is Narcissa's spell that almost hits Ginny. Molly ends up killing both her and her sister.

#Harry Potter #Ron Weasley #Hermione Granger #Ginny Weasley #George Weasley #Neville Longbottom #Luna Lovegood #Draco Malfoy #deathly hallows

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[beyondthecanonwizardingworld]

Charlus Fredrick Potter, staunchly proud Potter yet never belonged

Eldest and first son to Clifford (b. 1892) and Susan (nee Sapworthy), born in 1918 raised around horses with his three younger siblings. The nephew to Fleamont (b. 1890) and grandson of Henry "Harry" (b. 1866), Auror and of the Wizengamot. Charlus began college initially though flew Submarine Spitfires in wartime but was thwarted to Grindelwald's Allianz in promises of equality.

Perhaps his love for Dorea Black (b. 1918), formally of the W.S.O. and agent to the Allianz, in their labor from crimes, had urged him towards respect along with regret. They had three children, with many struggles: Leandros (b. 1950), Philip (b. 1953), and Tabitha (b. 1955). Not all reached adulthood and most disowned by the House of Black.

Close with each of their families, respect slowly enveloped Charlus as he fought the growing darkness on the Continent as a Union (F.D.W.U.) Statutekeeper. Longing for heirship, but never his, and was constantly tempted towards the darkness yet battled it until his last breath.

Dorea never let go of her brother Marius (b. 1916) that her family cleaved to, even if it was quiet and later among the respected Blackworth family and nobody discussed their close open relationship with the Weasleys. Did the Potters have any intended or unintended influence on all the Black heirs? Most certainly. The Blacks will never trust any Potters ever again.

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[hpnewgen]

Houses I'd sort the Next Generation into if I couldn't sort them into their canon/OG house

Teddy Lupin (Originally Hufflepuff): Gryffindor

Victoire Weasley (Originally Ravenclaw): Gryffindor

Dominique Weasley (Originally Gryffindor): Hufflepuff (although you could make an argument for Ravenclaw)

Louis Weasley (Originally Gryffindor): Hufflepuff

Molly Weasley II (Originally Gryffindor): Ravenclaw

Lucy Weasley (Originally Hufflepuff): Gryffindor

Fred Weasley II (Originally Gryffindor): Hufflepuff

Roxanne Weasley (Originally Gryffindor): Slytherin

Rose Weasley (Canonically Gryffindor): Ravenclaw

Hugo Weasley (Originally Gryffindor): Hufflepuff (although I like to think he was a hat stall between all four houses - found a headcanon for that somewhere on Pinterest)

James Potter II (Canonically Gryffindor): Slytherin

Albus Potter (Canonically Slytherin): Gryffindor (or possibly Hufflepuff)

Lily Potter II (Canonically Gryffindor): Slytherin/Hufflepuff (there are arguments for both if you include my own headcanons)

Alice Longbottom II (Originally Hufflepuff): Ravenclaw

Frank Longbottom II (Originally Gryffindor): Hufflepuff

Lorcan Scamander (Originally Ravenclaw): Slytherin

Lysander Scamander (Originally Ravenclaw): Hufflepuff

Scorpius Malfoy (Canonically Slytherin): Hufflepuff

Polly Chapman (Canonically Gryffindor): Slytherin

Karl Jenkins (Canonically Gryffindor): Slytherin

Yann Fredricks (Canonically Gryffindor): Slytherin

Craig Bowker Jr. (Canonically Slytherin): Hufflepuff

Delphi Riddle (Diggory) (Originally Slytherin if she had gone to Hogwarts): Hufflepuff (you could make a small argument for Gryffindor but we've all seen how fiercely loyal to her dad she is)

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[thewritingofspencerrose]

the cast of after it all

fred weasley x original potter!character

a short from a book in progress on wattpad called after it all by spencer rose

sophie skelton as scarlett weasley nee potter (lettie)

james phelps as fredrick weasley (freddie)

aaron taylor-johnson as james potter (pops)

sophie skelton as lily evans-potter (mama)

andrew garfield as professor remus lupin (uncle moony)

ben barnes as sirius black (uncle padfoot)

jaime bell as peter pettigrew (uncle wormtail)

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[worldofprophecy]

Fredrick Gideon Weasley: Tomorrow Bless us with Passion

Fredrick Gideon Weasley, character portrait by Frank Franzetta, To create a greater tomorrow that the day before, The sunsets and all the colors of the world filter in like magic, Order of the Phoenix, popping stars intertwining like red yarn, I may not be the best and what I do but someday I will be remembered, I still remember the day I stepped out of my heart and into the world,

[cherry-holland]

The Lion, the Witch, & the Serpent

The Dementors

Harry Potter x Latina!OC, Draco Malfoy x Latina!OC

Author’s note: here’s the next chapter!! Hope y’all are enjoying the series so far 🥰

The next morning, The Leaky Cauldron became the hubbub for the future Hogwarts students, with trunks everywhere and owls roaming about. From the outside, you would’ve thought the school was at the bar itself, with all the gear scattered about the place. Sunshine gleaned through the windows of the shack, welcoming the day.

Valeria had woken up early that particular morning to get a head start on the day. She always liked to have her morning routines, even back at Ilvermony, where she would get up a few hours before and immediately get her sacred cup of coffee. Most people would’ve discouraged their thirteen-year-olds to not have caffeine, however it was a regular occurrence in the Lopez household. Antonio always had a cup of coffee in the morning and after dessert, and Sarah needed her three cups before starting the day, thanks to her days at her father’s bakery. When the couple first gave Valeria her own cup of coffee, they were nervous as to the effects of the Muggle drink on the young girl, but she took it like a champ, and thus it became a ritual of hers.

As she descended down the stairs in her green and gold plaid pajamas, she noticed a large family full of red-heads, which Ron was sitting in the middle of. She perked her eyebrow up in curiosity, realizing this was his family.

“Well, hello, Ron!” Valeria greeted, taking an empty white mug from a table nearby, with a coffee machine sat next to it.

Ron lifted his head up and made his way over to the American, an apologetic look painted on his face. “Oh, hey! Val, I am so sorry for how we reacted last night, we didn’t mean-“

“Ron, don’t you worry about it,” Valeria chuckled. “Harry came to apologize last night, I know you guys didn’t mean it! We’re cool.”

“Right,” Ron muttered, “cool.”

Valeria giggled even harder at his use of Muggle slang. “Is this your family?”

Ron’s face perked up, as if he snapped out of his apologetic trance. “Oh yeah, let me introduce you to ‘em!”

He turned to face his family, a slew of freckled faces staring at him inquisitively. “Guys, this is Val, she’s a transfer student from America.”

“Oi, America huh?” One of the gingers shouted, standing up from the table. Valeria noticed he looked quite similar to Ron, but taller and had brown eyes.

“Come a long way, haven’t ya?” Another questioned, mischievously grinning at her. She took note of the fact that the other looked exactly like the first, twins.

“That’s Fred and George, don’t listen to ‘em,” Ron huffed.

“Oh, come on, Ronald. That’s no way to introduce family,” the first one taunted. “I’m Fred!”

“And I’m George, and I have to agree with good ‘ol Fredrick here. Give us some credit!” George joked, bringing his hand to his heart.

“Wait, you wouldn’t happen to be Valeria Lopez, Sarah Lopez’s daughter, wouldn’t you?” The eldest redhead questioned, Valeria noting this as Ron’s dad.

“Um, yes, I am,” Valeria blushed, twiddling with her hands nervously.

“Well, I’ll say,” the man got up, walking towards Valeria to give her a handshake. “I know your mum very well, knew your grandfather too! Name’s Arthur Weasley.”

“Hello, Mr Weasley,” Valeria greeted. “How do you know my mom and grandpa?”

“Your family is very important around here, Valeria,” the elder woman replied. “Your grandfather worked closely with the Ministry for several years, and your mum did a lot of work here years back. I’m Molly!”

Valeria shook Mrs Weasley’s hand, confusion clouding her mind as she politely smiled at the woman. Her mom was here? She knows these people?

“That’s Percy over there,” Ron interrupted her thought, pointing at the skinny boy at the end of the table, already in his school robes. “He’s kind of a git, that one, so be wary.”

“You’ll have to excuse Ronald,” Percy glared at his younger brother, then turned to Valeria with a polite smile. “Percy Weasley, new Head Boy at Hogwarts.”

Ron, George, and Fred rolled their eyes at the elder brother in disgust. “See what I mean?” Ron whispered.

“And that there is Ginny, my youngest sister. She’s in the year below us.”

Valeria smiled and gave a slight wave at the young redhead, a blush creeping on her freckled face. “Hello,” she squeaked out.

“Giving everyone the proper introductions, Ron?” Hermione questioned from behind the large group. She took another one of the empty mugs and poured herself a heaping cup of coffee, mentally reminding Valeria to do the same right after her.

“Yes he did,” Valeria let out a soft chuckle. “So nice to meet you all!”

The family cheered as they all got back to the table. Ron and Valeria walked over to meet Hermione at the coffee pot to chat about their upcoming classes, with Hermione spilling out apology after apology to Valeria after what conspired the night before.

Not long after the two witches got their cup of morning brew, the three youngsters sat down at the same table, animatedly talking when Harry made his way to the trio, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He plopped down at the table, tea piping hot in his hands as he stared at them sleepily.

“Well, good morning to you too, Harry,” Valeria chuckled, taking a sip of her coffee.

Harry just rolled his eyes as Ron and Hermione laughed at their grumpy friend. The conversation continued for at least an hour, with a hearty English breakfast readily prepared, one that Valeria was definitely not used to, before realizing they all had yet to get ready for the cars to pick them up. Valeria left the three and made her way to her room, mentally thanking herself for having her robes ready to go. She quickly got dressed, and closed the door behind her, fussing with one of the clasps on her robes.

She cursed under her breath, fiddling with the metal, when Harry saw the brunette struggling. He let out a soft chuckle as he walked over to Valeria to help. “Here, lemme try.”

Harry looked up at Valeria to make sure she was okay with the assistance, and after she nodded, he took the clasp from her hand and easily fastened it together. “Here, ‘s not that hard once you’ve mastered it.”

Valeria flushed slightly at the close proximity to Harry as she met his green eyes, as he was already staring at her. “Well, guess I’m gonna have to get used to that. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Harry blushed, a lopsided smile spreading on his face.

“Oi, you two, let’s hurry now! The cars will be here in any second!” Mrs Weasley shouted from the bottom of the stairs, breaking the two teens’ eye contact.

Valeria and Harry shuffled downstairs to be greeted by the Weasley’s and Hermione, with an orange cat sat in her lap, glaring at Ron. She remembered during their early morning conversation hearing something about Hermione’s cat, Crookshanks, hating Ron’s rat, Scabbers, and how the cat nearly killed the rat several times already. Valeria silently laughed to herself at the memory of the two arguing, shaking her head as she grabbed her trunk and Persephone.

The four made their way to the sleek, dark green cars parked outside the bar, as they journeyed to King’s Cross. The ride took longer than expected, as they had only twenty minutes to spare to catch their train. They all gathered their things and had them placed onto carts as they made a dash towards the platform, which Valeria noticed there wasn’t any sign saying 9 ¾.

“You gotta get through the barrier, that’s how you enter,” Hermione whispered, taking note of Valeria’s confusion. Valeria let out an “oh” as they walked to the barrier. She noticed Mr Weasley and Harry were ahead of them, as they made a dash towards the wall and vanished into it.

Valeria turned to Hermione, who was next to her, and the two gave a slight nod before waiting for the coast to be clear, then making a run for the barrier. Next thing Valeria knew, she was on a platform that had a flurry of students in black robes and parents accompanying them, with a massive red and black train that read “Hogwarts Express” in the front being boarded by the students.

Valeria was taking in the sights as she walked alongside Hermione. The two girls, followed by the rest of the Weasley clan and Harry, got their stuff on the carriage, had their familiars placed in the luggage rack, and the girls took their seats in the cabin. Valeria noticed as she sat down that Mr Weasley was talking to Harry in a hushed tone outside of the train, but got pulled out of any thoughts about it once Hermione sat down next to her.

“Finally,” Hermione huffed, “can’t wait to get to Hogwarts.”

Valeria let out a breathy laugh at the girl, shaking her head as the train blew its whistle loudly. She looked back out the window to see Harry waving goodbye to the Weasley’s and boarding the train, Ron trailing behind him. The two boarded the cabin when Harry stopped at the doorway, a puzzled look adorning his face. “Who’s that?”

Valeria and Hermione turned to see a figure that was hidden underneath a ratty old blazer, sleeping soundly at the corner of the cabin. Hermione got up slightly to inspect the man curled up in the corner noiselessly, and peeked at the chestnut brown briefcase next to him. “That’s Professor R. J. Lupin.”

“How do you know that?” Ron questioned, taking a seat across from Hermione.

“It says so on his briefcase,” Valeria pointed out, the name peeling off the worn leather.

“Wonder what he teaches?”

“That’s our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher,” Hermione responded pointedly. “There’s only one vacancy.”

“Wait, you guys didn’t have a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher last year?” Valeria asked.

“We did,” Harry replied, “but he… didn’t last long.”

Valeria could sense that Harry was keeping something from her with his response, the apprehension in his voice only adding to the curious look on her face. “What do you mean?”

“There’s an old rumor that most DADA teachers don’t last long at Hogwarts,” Hermione said. “And with the previous two we’ve had, I can see the truth in it.”

“You guys have had two DADA teachers in the past two years?” Valeria inquired.

“Well, it's quite a long story…” Harry started, and proceeded to give Valeria the background behind the last two Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers, her mouth growing wider and wider with shock.

“So you’re telling me the first one you all had tried to kill you, Harry? And that he was working with You-Know-Who?” Valeria grilled. “And the second had lost his memory thanks to Ron’s faulty wand after you went where?!”

“Yep, and Harry went into the Chamber of Secrets to stop Tom Riddle and save Ginny,” Ron finished, a proud look growing on his face.

“I had no idea this was going on at Hogwarts,” Valeria spoke, running her hands through her messy waves. “I guess Dumbledore is keeping it secret from the other wizarding schools because this is all news to me. I’m so used to having my mom being the DADA teacher that it never occurred to me that it wasn’t the same here.”

“Well lucky for you, your mum is not involved with Voldermort,” Harry commented. “Or just an arrogant wizard that forged his own story.”

“Yeah, I always thought Lockhart was sleazy,” Valeria snorted, “that’s not news.”

The four laughed heartily in unison, but all of a sudden the train came to a stop in the middle of the journey. Lights flickered off in the cabins, and the laughter came to a halt. The teens looked around to see what was going on, with Valeria poking her head out of the cabin door to find other students doing the same, confused and worried. There was a sudden drop in temperature, so much so Valeria saw her breath. She shut the cabin door with that shaky breath, her heart dropping into her gut, filled with worry and an overwhelming sense of sadness.

The quartet sat in their seats with worry, wands gripped tightly in their hands as they suddenly saw their cabin door open ominously on its own. Their eyes grew large as they saw a massive hooded figure floating towards them, their robes tattered. The figure turned to Harry first, and it looked as if it was trying to suck the life out of him. He was frozen in that moment, his naturally pale skin turning even more pale as this figure kept going. Valeria wanted to shout, wanted to use her wand to stop this mysterious creature, but couldn’t move herself, shaken up with fear. She turned her eyes to Professor Lupin, mentally communicating with him. Please, Professor, Harry needs your help.

As soon as she spoke the words in her head, Professor Lupin woke up with a start, shouting an unfamiliar spell that casted a bright light from his wand. The white light instantly took the form of a wolf, the illuminated animal howling at the figure that was attacking Harry. The figure stopped its antics and floated away with an ear-piercing shrill, taking the coldness and darkness with him. Harry had slumped to the floor after it left, and the remaining three wizards and witches raced to his side, the agony of worry clouding their thoughts at their friend, worried he was killed.

“Don’t worry, he’s alive,” Lupin reassured them, fishing around in his pocket to take out a Hershey’s bar, one that Valeria was used to seeing Muggles eat. “He will wake up in a second.”

Valeria turned to Harry, the fear still painting her face. It was the first time she ever felt like this, the fear of losing someone she cared about. Back at Ilvermony, her life was sheltered, safe, and free of any sort of loss. She knew what was going to happen at any given moment, because that’s what she was used to, the predictability. The girl was not used to this, fearing for her life and the life of her newfound friends, being scared and frightened that something might happen to them. The trio had told her about their struggles the past two years of them being at Hogwarts, but never would she have thought it would be a part of her life as well. And she never thought that she would be as worried about Harry Potter as she was in that moment, taking his cold, seemingly lifeless hand into her warm, comforting one.

Please wake up, Harry, Valeria pleaded in her mind, gently squeezing his hand.

There was a moment of pause before Valeria felt Harry’s hand give a much weaker squeeze before opening his eyes, a panic spreading into them. He jolted up, looking around the cabin to see Ron and Hermione on his left, and Valeria and Lupin on his right. When his gaze landed on Valeria, it turned from manic to relaxed, a sigh leaving his lips. You’re okay, you’re safe now, Harry had heard Valeria tell him, but no words were leaving her mouth, and he tilted his head slightly, mystified that she was talking to him without actually speaking.

“Here, eat this,” Lupin broke his thoughts, offering the piece of chocolate he had readily in his hands. “It’ll help you feel better.”

Harry shook his head as he let go of Valeria’s hand, taking the chocolate. “What happened?”

“That, Harry, was a Dementor,” Lupin explained. “They’re supposed to be looking for Sirius Black, though, not trying to harm students. I’m going to go talk to the conductor.”

Lupin’s eyebrows were furrowed as he gathered his things and left their cabin. “Please eat the chocolate, it’ll make you feel better.”

“That was a Dementor?” Valeria asked. “I’ve heard about those, but never in my life have I seen them. They’re supposed to be in Azkaban, not here.”

“Well, if they’re looking for Black, then it makes perfect sense why they’re out and not there,” Hermione replied, standing up from her kneeling position, smoothening her robes. “But it makes no sense why they were here, and attacking Harry.”

Ron and Valeria followed suit, Valeria reaching out to Harry to help him up. Harry gave her his opposite hand as he stood up, a warmth spreading at the touch. It was a feeling he wasn’t too familiar with, he felt a similar way whenever he was with Ron and Hermione, but on a different spectrum. It felt like home, as if he had known her his entire life. The feeling made him peaceful, but also anxious. He knew what Ron and Hermione had put up with the past two years at Hogwarts, and he knew they were in it for the long haul, but Valeria? He had only met her the night before, and if this year was anything like the past years (which it looked to be so, based off of this Dementor encounter), would she stick around? Would she want to be his friend after even this?

Valeria gave him a reassuring smile, hearing his conflicting emotions. It wasn’t a well-known fact to most people but her and her family, but she received the same gift her grandmother had - legilimency. Because her grandmother had it, she was taught at a young age how to control it. Legilimency, if not controlled, could be overwhelming, constantly hearing everyone’s thoughts around you. It was difficult at first for Valeria, but by the age of ten she was able to only read minds unless absolutely necessary.

“Well, whatever it is, Dumbledore should be able to sort it out, right?” Ron spoke, a twinge of distress laced in his voice.

“Yeah, you’re right Ron,” Valeria assured him, then turned to Harry. “Are you okay?”

Harry nodded, taking a bite of the chocolate. “I’m alright, but did you guys hear that voice though?”

“What voice?” Ron, Hermione, and Valeria asked in unison.

“There was a voice, a woman, screaming,” Harry started. “It sounded like she was saying my name.”

“Harry, no one was shouting your name,” Hermione said cautiously.

Harry’s green eyes slightly widened with shock and confusion, turning to face the window of the cabin. Valeria noticed his change in demeanor, and comforted him. “There wasn’t any voice, but you’re okay now. The Dementor is gone, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Harry gave her a half-hearted smile at her in response, but she could hear him mentally wrestling with what happened in his head. She knew she shouldn’t have been reading his mind at that moment, but she couldn’t help but reassure him once more. You’re okay, Harry. You’re safe now.

As the physical conversation shifted to talk about the upcoming year, Harry looked back up at Valeria, bewilderment spreading across his face. It was as if he felt like his personal space was being invaded by an unknown source. How did she know he was fighting with himself about what just took place? And how did he just hear her, even though she didn’t physically speak? And why did it comfort him so?

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[chimmypabo]

RTB- Behind the scenes #1:

"So....?" Nicolas Malfoy drawled, looking around at the familiar faces in question.

The Marauders NextGen looked at each other, grave looks of contemplation plastered on their faces. Nicolas had called on an urgent meeting that Saturday morning, asking to meet them in the Room of Requirement in evening.

Every member of the Potter, Weasley, Malfoy clan had been abuzz with anticipation as they had read the message written in their joint notebook.

But what their current leader had informed them was something no one would have seen coming. Well, maybe except the Divination teacher, Sybil Trelawney.

"Does..." Fred Weasley Jr cleared his throat, "does Teddy approve of this?"

The others knew he wouldn't have asked this question, but it was a sensitive topic. Fredrick Weasley not following a plan that could literally change the whole Wizarding World? Never.

Though that never had took place right now.

"Teddy was the one who proposed the plan," Nicolas said, pulling a small letter out of his scarlet Quidditch robes' pocket and putting it on the table.

James Sirius Potter, the person who was the mastermind behind most of the pranks, snatched the letter from the table and read it.

Frowning, he passed it to his partner in crime, Skylar Malfoy, Nicolas' younger sister. Skylar rolled her eyes as she finished the last words of the letter and then passed it to Dominique Weasley on her right. The passing went on to the last member of the group, Lily Potter.

"I knew he had gone barmy," Roxanne, Fred's younger sister said. "Remember the time he had fell off his broom during the first month of his Auror training? The bruise had seemed pretty big."

Dominique seemed to be contemplating her cousin's words. "You could be right," she said slowly. "I mean, he did start dating Victorie a month later."

Scorpius Malfoy, the third Malfoy child, rolled his eyes. "That's out of context." He said, waving a hand. "The main point is —"

"Teddy wants us to —" Albus Potter, James' younger brother and Scorpius' best friend, said.

" — write books about our parents' life —" Scorpius pointed between him and Albus.

" — and send it to the Marauders Era —" Albus continued.

" — so that they can read those books —"

" — with selected others —"

" — and possibly change their horrendous deaths."

Both the boys looked at Nicolas, who was eyeing them in a mixture of disgust and tiredness.

"Yes." He finally replied.

"Bloody brilliant," Skylar muttered bitterly. "How are we going to accomplish this, o' intelligent brother of mine?"

Nick adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. This was going to be the most difficult part, he thought.

"During Christmas, I heard Mum and Dad talking about a time turner in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor."

"What's the problem, then?" Rose Weasley asked.

"It's broken." Nick informed.

Scorpius waved a dismissive hand. "You can fix it."

The words were said with such confidence that Nicolas smiled.

"Back to the topic," Dominique clapped her hands, getting everyone's attention. "First of all, we need to write the biography. But how are we going to get the memories?"

"I was already thinking of informing our parents about it," Nick shrugged. "We need their permission to do it." No one argued because the boy was stating a fact. "We just need their memories and you two," he pointed his finger at Skylar and Molly, the best writers in his opinion, "are going to write it."

"We can even take Cass' help," Molly said, grinning excitedly. She had always wanted to write a book.

Cassiopeia Tonks is one of the best journalist of Daily Prophet. It was a well known fact that Molly Weasley both original and duplicate copy (Lucy's words) were a big fan of her writings.

"We also need Theo's help in sending those books back in the time without any damages." Nick said.

Theodore Nott was an expert in repairing things like time turners and other special artefacts. He was also a dear friend of Draco, Nick's father, and was also Skylar's Godfather; so it wouldn't prove to be much difficult to convince him.

"But the main problem is still there," Albus said, his face etched in a frown. "Who is going to tell our parents about it and come out alive?"

Now, that was the question of the millennium.

"They are here for a reason," James pointed to the three first-years sitting together. "Lily, Lyra and Hugo will tell our parents about Teddy's world changing idea, give them the puppy dog eyes, and ta-da! Permission granted!"

"That's not as easy as you make it sound," Lily pointed out, crossing her and in front of her chest. "We don't just give them the puppy dog eyes and they agree. We have to grovel for it."

All the children looked down at the table, remembering the times they had to beg their parents for something or another.

Fred instantly perked up in his seat.

"Why don't we sacrifice the one who proposed the plan?"

Slowly, similar mischevious, evil grins lit up every child's face.

"Now, now, brother dear," Roxanne drawled, "That is called a plan."

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This is a behind the scene of my Wattpad fic 'Reading the Books -Marauders Era.'

Cassiopeia Tonks: OC; Nymphadora's little sister and Draco's cousin; best friend of Golden Trio.

#harry potter #my fanfiction #wattpad #teddy lupin #victorie weasley #dominique weasley #fred weasley #potter family #weasley family #malfoy family #behind the scenes