❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
[poa...
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FOR THE LAST FEW days of the term, people stared. They oogled and whispered, and pointed as Harry or Rebecca would pass them. Having been released from the Hospital Wing, they both kept mostly to themselves, seeking refuge within the Gryffindor common room and amongst their friends. Cedric had been sent off to St.Mungo's the same night of the third task after being fussed over by Madam Pomfrey – and Rebecca hadn't been able to get a single word to him. She also had been whisked off to Dumbledore's office on his order, questioned and questioned over and over again by the headmaster about what had happened that night. She couldn't even begin to comprehend or understand.
Luckily, the term ended quickly and they all boarded the Hogwarts Express back to Kings Cross Station in the early morning. The train ride was quiet for the most part, only small conversations here and there between the twins or the Golden Trio and the ongoing rounds of Exploding Snap between them all. Rebecca sat by the window within the compartment, her mind racing and close to becoming a puddle of thoughts as she rested her head against the cool glass. Soon enough, after the long hours of travel, the scarlet train pulled right into the station and Platform 9 3/4 came into view. The parents, guardians, and families all looked fussed, waiting impatiently for their students to disembark.
"Fred – George – wait a moment." Harry uttered just as Hermione and Ron both had made their ways out of the compartment.
The twins turned, blocking Rebecca's way out of the stuffy space. She tried to shuffle around them, in the case that Harry wanted total privacy, but Fred only blocked her path further and wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her situated at his side instead. Harry pulled opened his trunk, momentarily giving it a quick rummage before he drew out his bag of Tournament earnings.
"Take it." He stated, thrusting the sack right into George's hands.
"What?" Fred blurted out incredulously, peering down at Harry then to the bag and back again.
"Take it," Harry repeated firmly, "I don't want it."
"You're mental." George uttered, shaking his head and trying to push the earnings back towards the boy.
"No, I'm not," The fourteen year old gave a slight breath, "You both take it, and get inventing. It's for the joke shop."
"He is mental." Fred whispered, in an almost-awed voice.
"Listen," Harry gave a small scold as if he were older than the twins, "If you don't take it, I'm throwing it down the drain. I don't want it and I don't need it," He insisted, giving a final shove into George's hands, "But I could do with a few laughs. We could all do with a few laughs," His face grew slightly grim, "I've got a feeling we're going to need them more than usual before long."
