Red Ring | Weasley Twins

✔ Chapter 03: Fates Aligned

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        It was just a month before the new school year at Hogwarts when you were invited to join the Weasleys to watch the 422nd Quidditch World Cup. You had spent most of the summer with your mom in the muggle world until you'd received an owl from them just a week prior. You were excited to see your friends once again, most especially two certain Weasleys.

        Once you arrived at The Burrow, you were quickly greeted by Molly's tight embrace followed by welcoming hugs from Harry and Ron. They helped you with your things and led you to one of the rooms you'll be sharing with Hermione and Ginny.

        After you've settled your things and slipped on a slightly wider ring to cover both your lines, you go down to join the others for supper. The twins casually greet you from across the table but nothing more than a few words before talking back among themselves. You noticed they weren't engaging with you more than usual even before summer started. You asked yourself if you had done anything to upset them or that maybe it might just be your imagination. Whatever the reason was, it still hurt just when you thought you were growing a bit closer.

        Throughout the whole dinner, they didn't even bother looking your way. It almost felt as if you were a ghost to them, neither acknowledging nor responding to your small talk. You fought the lump forming in your throat as you tried to not let it get to you. You just wanted to enjoy catching up and being in the company of your friends even if it meant not talking to the ones you wanted to the most.

        Little did you know, when you weren't looking, the two redheads were closely watching the soft glow seeping from your ring.

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        Everyone had gone back to the tent after the final game ended. The twins were circling Ron musically teasing him for practically worshipping the best Seeker in the world. You laugh and sit back on one of the sofa chairs, watching them adoringly.

        You slowly turned your attention in the direction of what sounded like shouting and running outside. Something was wrong.

        "Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on," Fred pauses, noticing the same thing.

        "Stop. Stop it! It's not the Irish," Mr. Weasley shouts, stepping in to stop Ron and George's shenanigans. "We gotta get out of here. Now!"

        It was chaos as soon as you stepped out of the tent. You instinctively take hold of Hermione's sleeve jacket, hoping to not get separated. People were scrambling to safety trying to get away from Death Eaters. Fire quickly covered the line of tents while screams that penetrated your eardrums.

        "Get back to the Portkey everybody and stick together!" Arthur calls out. "Fred, George! Ginny is your responsibility."

        Arthur whips out his wand and heads in the opposite direction while the group runs for the Portkey. The adrenaline sets in and you push your feet as fast as you can, not looking back as you dodged incoming bodies. You run beside Ron and Hermione while Harry gets left behind, separating from the group letting the crowd rapidly take him.