Ms. Protector (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Chapter 39: New Family

Y/n's POV:

"Ms. Y/l/n? How did you get out?" Fudge asked as he approached me and Harry. Followed by Fleur's scream.

Dumbledore ran to Harry's aid, he tried to pull Harry away from Cedric but he resisted, "For god's sake, Dumbledore what's happened!" Fudge asked.

I looked at Fudge with rage, "You idiot bastard!" my eyes are fuming with disappointment and disbelief. Everyone was quiet. I was just screaming at the Head Minister, not a big dea.

I was about to lounge at him when I felt a pair of hands lock my arms on my back, "Let go of me!" I shouted struggling to aim at Fudge.

"He's back! He's back! Voldemort's back! Cedric, he asked me to bring his body back. We couldn't leave him. Not that. If it wasn't for Y/n—" Harry cried. I almost wanted to hug him but I couldn't stop but feel mad about Fudge's idiot self.

Dumbledore cupped Harry's face, "It's alright Harry, it's alright. He's home, you all are." he said to comfort Harry.

"Keep everybody to their seat!" Fudge said as he went closer to professor McGonagall and Snape. Whoever was holding me I stomped on their feet and went towards Fudge.

"Idiot, egotistic arse." I said as walked run to Fudge, I slowly clenched my hand as if I was holding a can of drink. Fudge fell onto his knees losing breath.

McGonagall was helping him up. Snape looked at me and I can feel him trying to get into my mind. I welcomed him, I bit the corner of my lower lip while devilishly smirking at him.

"Ms. Y/l/n you will stop what you're doing." Snape said telepathically.

"It'll have to be a lot more than just acting as my conscience professor. I'm not one of your puppets." his eyes widened. He stepped back a little. I smiled at him, evil as I can be. I have nothing, nothing but fuming disgust to the man I have in my hands.

Before I could fully close my hand into a fist, a big hand swiped and intertwined itself to mine. I was brought back to reality. Fred was in front of me holding my hand.

"Fred..." I muttered. His eyes were full of concern and fear. I melted into his brown eyes that ate the rage I've been feeling this whole time.

He cupped my face and used his thumb to wipe something liquid on my cheek just below my eyes. He smiled at me.

"Shh... You're okay. You saved them. You've done a great job." he whispered as he pulled me into a hug. I sobbed into his chest. He knew I didn't saved them all. Everything was inaudible and all I heard was Fred's calming heartbeats.

We were pushed by someone who was screaming. "Let me through!" the familiar voice cried.

"That's my son! This is my boy!" Mr. Diggory cried. And I sobbed louder into Fred's chest. I can feel his shirt soaked with the amount of tears I'm shedding.

This was all too much. It was all regretful. I felt so useless. I felt empty. I wanted to vanish myself.

"Mr. Weasley, please take Ms. Y/l/n to the hospital wing." professor McGonagall said. There was just silence from Fred but I felt a flannel wrapped around me, my head hidden, looking down on the ground as I watered it with my tears.

On our way to the hospital wing, Fred and George, walking with me, I felt an ache. I held my head up. "Fred." I said with all seriousness despite my sob.

"Yeah?" he asked.

"Where's Harry?"

"Don't worry about him, Y/n. Mad eye Moody's with him." George replied. My eyes widened and looked at them both.