His sister (Fred Weasley x Potter reader)

I Get Mauled by my father-figure

Waking up was not a gentle process. The light above me was doing its absolute best to blind me, and I had to blink like five times just to remember how eyes worked. Once I was able to see without my retinas sizzling, I realized I was in the hospital wing. Again. Ron was in the bed next to mine, looking like a wounded soldier from a war. Harry sat on my other side, mid-conversation with Hermione, and they both looked like they hadn't slept since last Christmas.

"Bloody hell," I groaned as the pain in my arm hit me like a rogue Bludger. Immediate regret for waking up.

"(Y/n)!" Hermione gasped, eyes wide.

"You're awake!" Ron chimed in.

"How observant of you, Ronald," I muttered, shooting him a weak smile and hoping I didn't look as dead as I felt.

Then Harry dropped the bomb. "(Y/n), they've captured Sirius. They're going to perform the Dementor's Kiss any minute now."

Oh. Good morning to me, I guess.

Before I could respond with something witty or wildly inappropriate, Dumbledore walked in.

"Headmaster, you've got to stop them-they've got the wrong man!" Hermione pleaded, already sounding like she was ready to debate a Ministry official if she had to.

"It's true, sir. Sirius is innocent," Harry said, full Gryffindor passion on display.

And then Ron, sweet summer child, jumped in. "It was Scabbers who did it!"

Dumbledore blinked. "Scabbers?"

Ron nodded. "My rat, sir. Except he's not really a rat. I mean, he was. First he was Percy's rat, and then-"

"Okay, okay, we don't need the full family history, " I interrupted, already cringing. "Point is, we know the truth. Please believe us."

To my surprise, Dumbledore actually nodded. "I do, Miss Potter. But unfortunately, the word of one fifteen-year-old and three thirteen-year-old wizards will convince few others."

I swear that man loves riddles more than chocolate frogs. He turned to Hermione and Harry, spoke in a weirdly roundabout way, and from the glazed look in Ron's eyes, I could tell none of us but Hermione understood what the heck he was on about. Typical.

The moment he left, Hermione pulled out a necklace with an hourglass. I blinked.

"Is that a Time Turner?" I asked, already very aware of where this was going.

"Sorry, Ron," she said with a grimace. "Since you can't walk..."

Before I could protest, she looped the chain around her and Harry's neck and started spinning it. "Hey-what about me?" I tried, but she gave me a look that said "you're injured, sit down" .

They spun. Time warped. Poof. Gone.

Then, they literally walked through the door seconds later. As if they hadn't just vanished from existence a moment ago.

Ron blinked. "How did you get there? I just saw you there, and now you're there."

I snorted. The confusion was beautiful.