【 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐔 】
𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 ♡ 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ♡ 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲
Everyone has a soulmate.
The String of Fate works much like a radar. People say you have to be within a few feet of your soulmate for the red rin...
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You had just finished up your Defence Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Moody. The whole duration of the class you and Hermione were trying to keep your composure as he demonstrated the Unforgivable Curses. Although, you were more concerned of the look on Neville's face, it was almost as if he was reliving a tragedy. Not that anyone blamed him, you knew the feeling he was going through quite well.
You were a Half-Blood, raised alone by your widowed Muggle-born mother. Your father, a Pureblood, was attacked by one of the Death Eaters using the Killing curse. After that, your mother fled with you to the muggle world, the place you've known your whole life.
That was the extent of your knowledge. Your mother never delved deeper in detail, mostly because she couldn't handle remembering what happened. It still hurt. It hurt to never know what your father was like or how it'd feel to be wrapped in his arms. Hearing stories was different than actually seeing and feeling. It was something you quickly understood from a young age but never truly accepted.
"That was your fifth sigh in the last five minutes," George says, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"Sorry. Just that Moody's class made me a bit uneasy," you shyly admit, watching as they pour Newt spleens in their potion.
You were in the boy's dorm room, sitting on one the beds, you watched the twins cook up their ageing potion for the Triwizard Tournament by the windowsill. You weren't fond of the idea of them joining but seeing as how their mind was made up, you couldn't stop them. They were a force to be reckoned with. Even though you knew their potion wasn't going to work but on the slim chance that it did, the thought of either of them getting hurt twisted your insides no matter how much they reassured you.
"Being anywhere near that man could make anyone uneasy," Fred shudders.
"He is a bit peculiar but he definitely knows his stuff," George adds, rubbing his chin in thought.
As they pour in the last ingredient into the flask, the liquid swirls turning green. They stand up cheering and giving themselves a pat on their backs on the success of their new masterpiece.
They turn to you with the widest grin on their faces. "Aren't we the coolest twins or what?"
"What," you deadpan.
"We said—"
"Oh, no, I heard you." you quickly shoot down with a smirk.
You stand up from the bed, making your way towards their pouting faces.
"You have to be out of your minds to put your names in the Goblet of Fire." You raise an eyebrow at them, then you sigh, softening your eyes. "But then you wouldn't be the mad twins I know if you didn't."
