Lupins secret. Fredxreader

Chapter 3- the aftermath

"Victor, I love you!"
"Victor, I do!"
"When we're apart my heart beats only for you!"

The two red headed twins were singing and dancing around the room, celebrating Rons love for Victor Krum. Me and the girls were laughing at the sight when suddenly Arthur bursts into the tent frantically.

Intense screams could be heard from outside the tent, and a rush of loud footsteps echoed from the floor.
"Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on." Fred laughed.
"Stop it! STOP IT NOW! It's not the Irish! We need to get out of here now! Stick together! FRED, GEORGE, GINNY IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY! GET INTO THE WOODS AND HIDE!" He yelled before running back out, wand in hand.

We clutched our wands out in front of us, and made our way, exiting the tent. I thought the screams were bad enough, but the sight of the frantic people running around, the muggles being thrown in the air by men in masks. It all made me feel sick. We took of running, as fast as we possibly could. There was no way we would be able to stick together, so I was eventually split off from the group. I could hear the family calling my name, Fred's voice being the loudest as they all looked for me, but when I looked for them, there wasn't a single one of them in sight. I ran into the trees, backing up against one, taking in my surroundings, prepared at any minute for someone or something to come sprinting at me. But nothing came.

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Freds pov:
"George! George! We've lost her! She's gone! Y/N! She's not with us." I yelled, after reaching the woods with my brother and Ginny. The others were also missing, but for a reason I couldn't get my head around, I didn't care. The only thing I cared about at this moment, was the fact that Y/N wasn't here, and she was supposed to be. She was supposed to be here with me, and not crowded by millions of people, all fighting for their lives.

"Fred listen. She's tough, she will be alright. I know it. But we are under strict orders, we are to stay here, for the sake of her!" He says, indicating to our little sister sleeping in his arms. I sigh before nodding, taking a seat against a tree trunk. I try my hardest to stay alert of my surroundings, but all that happens is my mind wonders back to Y/N. What if she's hurt? In danger? Hell. What if she's dead? I wouldn't be able to live with myself, not knowing that for the last couple of years I've been absolutely awful to her. I rest my head back against the tree, George just looks out into the woods, his face expressionless. Although he didn't show it the way I did, I could tell he was worried.
Merlin. He was absolutely shitting himself.

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A loud scream darted my attention towards my far right. A loud scream that I recognised all too well. Not even hesitating, I took off into a run, sprinting into the voices direction, want clutched tightly in hand.

Fred, George and Ginny were backed against a tree, the boys wands out on the floor,far away from them. The scream obviously belonged to Ginny as I took a look at the frantic look on her face. And that's when I saw the hooded figure. A figure that stood tall, dressed in black and green, a skeletal mask hiding his face. He spoke out in evil tones, which made me flinch.

"Weasleys. How I hoped I'd find some of you tonight. Let's leave your father a little message shall we? After all, that's what will pay for being a bunch of blood traitors."
His voice growled deep and I could make out the hitched breathing of the other three. I couldn't bare to watch. George had taken Ginny into his arms, securing her firmly, she cried into his chest. Meanwhile, Fred had pushed himself towards the front, shielding the family, that he cared so much about.

Sweat stuck his thick red hair to his forehead, a look of determination spread across his face. Not in hope that they'll all be alright, but in being determined to protect his family. I always admired that about him. No matter how much of a prick he was. He would do anything if it meant his family was safe. And Ginny, well he would give up everything for her. Anything, if it meant she'd be alright.

"CRUSIO!" My attention turned to the block of green light emitting from the masked man, heading straight towards Fred. Before I could even register what I was doing, I cried out a loud 'NO!' Jumping in front of the spell.

Almost instantly, the worst pain I had ever experienced shot through every single inch of my body. The pain was indescribable. Something I'd wish to never put anyone through, not even fucking Adrian Pucey, who was the biggest knob going. I slowly began to feel myself drift in and out of consciousness. I wanted to fight the urge to stay awake, but I couldn't, I collapsed onto the hard ground, unaware of the presence surrounding me.

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I open my eyes after hearing a voice. A voice that was whimpering softly. I felt the wet tears of someone, leaking through my shirt.
"I'm so fucking sorry! It was meant to hit me, not you! Come on Y/N! I can't lose you! Not now!"

"F. Fred?" I questioned, seeing a gingers head laying on my chest. My eyes fluttered, raking in the familiar surroundings of the burrow. We were home. Home and safe.
"Y/N! Oh my god. You gave me such a fright, love." He said, hugging me tightly.
"Woah. I gave the non caring arsehole a fright?" I said sarcastically.
He scoffed before getting up, although I was positive I could see the outline of a small grin form on his face.
"Mum! Quick she's awake!" He yells at the top of his lungs, forcing me to curse and him and cover my ears, it felt as if I'd just been hit by a bus.
I begin to sit up, now knowing that Molly would be entering the room, but as I do so, every move shoots a sharp pain through my stomach and I let out a horrifying yelp. Fred for some reason, rushes over to my assistance, helping me lay back down onto the sofa as Molly enters the room. Her arms are full of what seem like Medical kits as she rushed over frantically. Fred still stands in the corner, but remains an awkward stance.

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Freds pov:
I hate to admit it, but what I said was true. She scared the shit out of me. When I was in the woods, my top priority was saving my brother and Ginny, I didn't know what to expect as I awaited the spell to come. I squeezed my eyes closed and waited for the pain that was about to rush through my body, but instead, I heard a cry. And there in front of me, was Y/N.
She let out small whimpers as she collapsed to the ground. I dropped to my knees, taking her unconscious body into my embrace. George had now managed to stun the death eater after retrieving it from the ground. And they both rushed over to assist Y/N.

I felt sad, angry, but the one emotion I felt the most strongly about, guilt. It should have been me. Not her. But the question popping into my head at the time was, why on Earth would she risk her life, for me. Me of all people.

I pulled Y/N into my arms, and stood up, carrying her small body, as we tried to find our group. Scenes of fire was now burning out and true place completely deserted. I noticed Charlie, as he say down with the rest of the family and instantly rushed over.

Upon seeing us, the family looked thrilled, but then noticed the unconscious girl that was laid
in my arms. My breathing hitched at the reality of the situation, seeing the panicked faces, made me lose all hope that she would be alright.
"Fred mate." George placed an arm around my shoulder, "you need to stay calm. For her."
I nodded and pulled myself together. Dad ordered Bill to apperate home with Y/N and the rest of us to talk to the portkey, but I insisted that I remain with her.

After mum explaining that she couldn't do anything to help until Y/N was conscious again, I laid down on the other couch, waiting up for signs of her to awaken. Sadly it didn't happen until the next morning.

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Y/N pov:
"Y/N dear. Do you know what spell hit you?" Molly asked, desperately shuffling around in the bag she held.
I was about to answer but Fred, like always, butted in, "Crucio"

Molly gulped looking at me, "there's not much we can do Y/N. I'm going to heal your wounds and stop the bleeding from your stomach. But it's going to really hurt when you move for a few days."
I nodded acceptingly.

"Holy mother Jesus fuck." I cried out in pain, clutching my stomach tightly as Molly performed the spell. I had gritted my teeth so tightly, I thought they'd shatter.
"Fred. Calm her down! Now Fred! Take her hand!" I head Molly shout.

For the first time in my life, I thought I saw worry appear on Frederick Weasleys face as he took my hand. He looked at me before whispering phrases like,
'It'll be alright Y/N'
'Your doing really well.'
'It'll be over in a minute'

As every minute passed, I was under a spell, I was able to dismiss all of the pain that was filtering through my body, all by concentrating on this boy's face. The boy right in front of me. Long ginger hair, chocolate brown eyes that sparkled. The boy who I supposedly hated.