Weasley Twin Imagines

Changes and Constants // F.W. [BLURB]

In the twenty years that Fred Weasley had been alive, there had been many changes. He had seen the growth of Harry Potter, witnessed the death of his headmaster, and barely survived a war.

There had only been one constant: you.

Fred Weasley had known you from the age of five. Your family had moved to Ottery St. Catchpole in the Spring, and by the Summer, you had become fast friends with the Weasley family, Fred in particular.

Fred fell in love you with in Sixth Year. It was straight after the announcement of the Triwizard Tournament; he and George had failed in

"You're both bloody idiots!" You shouted, hands on your hips as you glared at the twins.

The lecture you gave them lasted more than hour, but by the end of it Fred had fallen head over heels in love with you. He just didn't know how to tell you.

The Second Wizarding War had changed everyone at Hogwarts; there wasn't a student or teacher that was left unaffected by what happened that night. Fred doesn't remember much of the battle; he can recall the smell - the pure terror, he can remember the look on Percy's face as Fred was blown away from the crumbling wall, his life barely saved. What Fred remembers is the desperation he felt when he entered the Great Hall; he could see his family, he could they were intact, but he couldn't find you.

Fred couldn't count how many times he had paced the Great Hall; your name falling from his lips as rain would fall from the sky. He must have looked deluded, but he would be damned if he was to lose you too.

Fred stops his pacing to make a promise to himself. If you were to walk through the doors to the Great Hall within the next few minutes, Fred would confess. He woulds tell you how he feels; how he has always felt.

Fred stands as still as a statue; barely breathing as he focuses his gaze on the doors. More and more people file through the doors; many of them in tears, many of them bleeding and injured. Yet, you aren't with them. Fred squeezes his hands into fists, willing you to appear.

"Fred!" You call, pushing through the small crowd at. the door the moment you spy the redhead.

"(Y/N)!" He shouts, rushing forward. "Are you okay?" Fred asks the moment he reaches you, voice breathless from the panic still surging through his veins. He tugs you into his arms

"I'm okay, Fred. Just a few bumps and bruises. What about you? Are you okay?"

"All the better for seeing you," He promises, smiling halfheartedly down at you.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me the truth, Fred,"

"The truth is," Fred begins after a moment to collect his thoughts, "Is that I'd do anything for you. I would, I'd do anything for you because I cannot stop thinking of you, I cannot stop loving you. I've spent all night going out of mind, thinking you could be hurt or worse. I'm not one for great big speeches and declarations of love, but I do," He pauses, "Love you, that is."

"I love you too," You answer, tugging the redhead down by the lapels of his jacket to kiss him.

In the twenty years that Fred Weasley had been alive, there had been many changes, but the best of them all, was telling you he loved you.