Ms. Protector (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Chapter 22: Mum's Dream

Y/n's POV:

"Mum! I'm home!" I exclaimed with glee when I got inside the house. I expected to see her watching her afternoon show that she usually watch before dinner in the living room but it was awfully quiet.

I felt a part of me, breathless, gone. "Mum?" I called out.

I wen to the kitchen and inside Dad's office, she wasn't there. "Mum! I'm home! Where are you?"

Panic began creeping inside me. I ran upstairs. When I got in front of her and Dad's room my body froze. I felt fear. Her bedroom door was slightly open.

"Mum, you're going to miss your afternoon show." I awkwardly chuckled. I received no answer.

I pushed the door and it revealed, Mum, sleeping. Tears began to flow from my eyes. I felt my throat dry. "Mum? You have to wake up, I brought you some things from Hogwarts. There's a lot of them from Zonko's—" I gulped.

I held her hand that was peacefully resting on her stomach, I continued from where I left off, "—Dad used to go there didn't he?" I closed my eyes from pain. This pain sting way deeper than what I had felt the past three years.

I sniffed and placed her hand back on top of her left hand. I went downstairs, to Dad's office. I grabbed some parchment paper and began writing. Right after I finished, I sent y/o/n to send the letters off.

I went back upstairs and sat beside Mum's bed, grabbing her hand.

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Fred's POV:

"I can not believe that man fooled us!" Mum exclaimed while handing the mashed potatoes towards Dad.

We're currently eating dinner with the family. Ron's been blabbering about his foot. George and I has been planning on brain storming some products for the shop we want to open after dinner. We have no idea when we're going to open a shop but we're really eager to open one.

We heard a bang on the window. "Will you get the poor bird, Fred?"

I groaned. "Bloody bird." I muttered to myself. I heard George laughing at me.

I grabbed the letter Errol was carrying and saw Y/n's familiar handwriting.

"Who's it from?" Dad asked from the dinner table.

I turned around and went back, "It's from Y/n." I said reading the envelope to make sure that I read it write.

"Y/n? Isn't it a bit too early for her to send an owl?" Ron asked. Y/n rarely sends a letter. Whenever she does it's either the middle of the month or the end.

"Maybe she misses Fred already." I heard Ginny chuckled.

"It's address for Mum." I said and tried handing it to Mum. I didn't realize she was by the kitchen, getting more food. I'm feeling a bit of worry about this letter.

"Read it for me, Ginny." Ginny stood up and grabbed the letter from me, she smirked.

We were all waiting for her to read, "Quickly, now." George exclaimed. Exactly the same thing I was thinking.

"Dear Mrs. Weasley—" Ginny stopped because Mum chuckled as she sat on her chair.

"Very sweet girl, still refuses to call me Molly as she thinks it's very disrespectful towards elders." we all nodded in agreement. Y/n is a very sweet girl. She values mutual respect the most.

I felt George nudge at me that I returned. Git.

"Dear Mrs. Weasley,

I hope you got to the Burrow safely. It was nice seeing you after almost two years. I want to thank you again for welcoming me to your comfy home last Christmas. I'm sure Mum is too if she still was here."