Not Your Average Slytherin - Fred Weasley Fanfic

Chapter 10: The Terror

Y/n's POV

I went to my parents' room where my mom was. "Yes?" "I see you like someone," she giggled. "Well, yeah I guess so. I don't think Fred likes me back, though," "You're kidding! I see the way he looks at you, Y/n," "Really?" "Yes!" I blushed. "Anything else you need?" "No, that's it. Now go back to him and have fun," she winked.

I went back to Fred. "You do realize you just called your mother 'mummy' before going to her," he said. "So? I like to call her that," I defended. "Alright, then. I won't judge you. Now let's do your face paint," After he painted my face, I thanked him and went to explore the campsite with Ginny. Fred insisted to come, so we let him.

While we were walking, we saw Cedric. "Hi, Cedric," I greeted. "Hello, everyone. I was just looking for Lyra, she said her tent would be around here. Don't tell her, but I'm planning on giving her a promise ring," he said. "Ooh, congratulations! She'll be so happy!" Ginny exclaimed. "There she is," I spotted her. She waved and came over to us. "Hey, guys!" She kissed Cedric on the cheek and gave the rest of us hugs. The five of us walked and talked for a while until we all had to go back. When Ginny, Fred, and I arrived at the tent, the twins made fun of Percy because his boss, Mr, Crouch, calls him Wetherby. I couldn't help but laugh with them. I changed my clothes to all green and wore the headband I bought. Surprisingly, I looked really good.

When it was time, we made our way to the huge stadium. The Bulgarian mascots were Veela, so all the boys and men were staring at them. I looked at Fred, who was next to me. He wasn't staring at the Veela, he was staring at me. When I looked at him he smiled. "Did you know you're really pretty in green?" He commented. I blushed. "And when you blush," "Thanks," "I'd rather stare at you than at the Veela," I blushed even more.

In the middle of the game, I grabbed Fred's hand in excitement. We stayed like that for the rest of the game. When the Irish won, everyone cheered. Back at the tent, everyone was celebrating. No one was tired, so we had some hot chocolate. But we decided to call it a night when Ginny fell asleep and spilled her drink all over the floor.

"Don't think we didn't see what happened," Ginny teased while we were getting ready for bed. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You and Fred were holding hands during the match," she said. "Were they?" Hermione asked excitedly. I sighed. "Yes, we were holding hands. Good night,"

I woke up to my mother shaking me. "Y/n, we need to go. Come on!" My instincts kicked in. I knew something was wrong. I grabbed my emergency bag, tucked my wand in my pocket, and left the tent to where everyone else was with Ginny and Hermione. "Go back to the Portkey! Fred, George! Ginny and Y/n are your responsibility," Mr, Weasley told us. There was chaos everywhere. People screaming, crying, running for their lives. "Come on!" George grabbed Ginny and Fred held my hand tightly. "Hermione, the three of you follow us!" I called to her, referring to Ron and Potter.

We went into the forest, looking for a place clear of people. Fred pulled me in front of him and wrapped his hands around my waist, pinning my back to his chest so he could protect me. When we finally arrived at a place where we were alone, we stopped. I looked behind me. "Ron, Hermione, and Potter are gone!" I exclaimed. "It's fine, they can take care of themselves," George assured. The four of us sat down at the foot of a big tree. Ginny was next to George, I was next to Ginny, and Fred was next to me. He put his arm around my shoulders and I put my head on his shoulder while holding Ginny's hand.

"Oh, I almost forgot," I said, digging into my emergency bag. I took out four dropper bottles of potion and gave one to each of them. "Six drops," I instructed. "What's this?" George asked. "Athanasia," I answered. "Why six drops?" "Well, one drop will stop you from dying. Two drops will stop you from dying for twenty-four hours. Three will make sure you're completely immortal. Four will keep you from losing a limb. Five will keep your skin from completely cutting open, and six'll keep your bones from breaking," I explained. "If you want more then help yourself. The more you take the more it protects you," I told him. "Smart," Ginny commented. "Nice outfit, by the way," Fred teased. That's when I realized I was still in my pajamas, which consisted of a low-cut tank top and really short shorts. I blushed. "Are you cold?" He asked. "A bit," He put his jacket on me. "Thank you,"

Then there was a bright, ugly green in the sky. We all looked up, and there it was. The Dark Mark. Ginny and I gasped. I buried my head in Fred's chest, not wanting to look at it. Fred held me tight in a protective way.

After a while, my dad found us, and he took us back to the tent. We rested for a while, then got our stuff and took a Portkey back to Ottery St. Catchpole. We walked back to the Burrow, and Mrs. Weasley gave everyone the biggest hugs, especially the twins since she yelled at them before we left. Oh, and did I mention how happy Lyra was when Cedric gave her the promise ring? Yeah, she was crying tears of joy. I'm so happy for her!

A/N

Yay, I posted early! I know this is a bit short, sorry about that. But either way, I hope you enjoyed it!