weasley twins one shots

saint-like // fred weasley

Summary: Can you make one where the reader and Fred have been together since their 6th year (goblet of fire era) and now it's time to bring Harry to the Burrow and she goes with them although his protests, and she gets hit and loses something too like also an ear or so and she feels insecure especially at the wedding and when everything is safe she finally explains she is insecure and he comforts her?

Warnings: Blood, death, violence, anxiety, language

Word Count: 5k

A/N: This took me six hours, oh my goodness.

original link: https://harrysweasleys.tumblr.com/post/617224910621884416/saint-like

"You know we're gonna have to go see Harry, right?" Y/N asked Fred as the two of them helped Molly out in the garden, picking out the gnomes and plants that were unwanted, "We have to bring him here."

Now that Voldemort was out for revenge, everyone knew Harry wasn't exactly safe anywhere he decided to go. Arthur and Remus Lupin had decided that bringing Harry to the Weasley home was the safest bet, and so after Harry persuaded his aunt, uncle and cousin to move to safety, the Order would swoop in and safely bring him over.

"I know," Fred nodded, wiping soot off of his forehead, "You can stay here and prepare for Harry's arrival with mum and Ginny. Help out for the wedding and whatnot. It won't be long."

Y/N shook her head, "Like hell. I'm coming with you."

She knew Fred was a strong enough wizard to handle any situation thrown his way, she didn't doubt him in the slightest, but Harry was her friend too and she was dead set on guiding him to safety.

"No, you're not," Fred crossed his arms, looking down at her, "I get why you want to, but no."

"You're not my parent, Fred Weasley," Y/N scoffed, "If I want to go, I'll go. You're not going to lock me in my room and tell me to sit still while you're all out there risking your lives for someone I also happen to care a great deal about."

Fred dropped his head, knowing that Y/N's stubbornness was going to get the best of her. He had always wanted to make sure she was safe and out of harm's way, but she constantly persuaded him to let her go straight into the line of fire. It had gotten worse since Voldemort's return. Y/N only wanted to look after her friends, and the people she had grown to call her family.

"C'mon, Freddie," she pouted her lip, knowing she'd crack him, "Let me come help."

"Fine," Fred sighed, "But at least stick by my side, yeah?"

"Promise."

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//PRESENT//

The Order stood around what used to be the Dursley's living room, each about to drink some of the Polyjuice Potion that would turn them into Harry while Harry himself stood watching them all, nervous as hell about his friends turning into him. He was the one the Dark Lord wanted, after all.

"I can smell it from here," Y/N gagged, tying her hair back in preparation for her transformation. After Fred and George took their sips, they passed it to her. She hesitated before taking a sip of the foul potion, already feeling her insides churning and twisting. She grimaced, clenching her fists as she felt herself transforming into an unfamiliar body, her hair shortening and her face becoming wider.

She suddenly felt as if her tank top was too tight, and as she opened her eyes, noticed that she had indeed turned into the one and only Harry Potter.

"Wow! We're identical!" Fred and George looked at each other, both looking like Harry as well.

"Not yet, you're not," Moody pointed to their clothing before tossing over a large garbage bag full of multiple items of clothing, all the same. They all walked over, picking up a shirt, sweater, and pair of pants.