Wonder Wizards (Fred/George Weasley x Reader)

The Allard Residence

With a dizzy head and nausea pooling in your stomach, you landed with a thump onto lush green grass. You almost despised travelling by portkey nearly as much as apparating, the only positive being that portkeys never made you feel like you were being drawn and quartered.

"Not exactly inconspicuous is it? A park bench" Hermione sneered, dusting off her jacket once she stood up from the rough landing.

"S'been there for years untouched, no one ever travels so far out in the country" Ron answered. Portkeys were known to be items undetectable to muggles, objects that could be overlooked were purposefully cast for this use, as it lessens the chance of a poor regular human to be transported somewhere in the wizarding world.

The park bench was perfectly situated just in front of an eggshell coloured brick wall covered in vines. Picking yourself up from the floor with some help from George (he couldn't help but be gentlemanly), you observed your surroundings.

Stepping back from the grass, the wall travelled around 12ft further along to reveal a glistening silver gateway. You almost tripped back onto a dirt country path, which cut clean apart the thick wooded area like a hot knife through butter.

You had much expected a replica of Malfoy Manor - where you had only graced its halls once, wishing to never hear the echo of your shoes clicking against the cold floors again. Much like the family that inhabited it, the manor was grand and expensive, but also cold and lifeless. Even thinking about it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

The Allard Residence was like a drawing from a children's story brought to life, a concept from a fairytale splattered on a canvas. When you think of a cottage, you picture a small, quaint structure with a thatched roof. This house was quite the opposite.

Beyond the weaves of the tall front gate was an old cobble path, leading to a large oak door in an oval archway painted sage green. The same vines that climbed the walls scaled the matching exterior of the cottage, slowly blending into bundles of pink roses that hung over the doorway and crowded one of the second floor windows.

The cottage - no, the mansion - was almost swallowed by the swarm of trees and flowers that surrounded it, leaving the cream brick of the exterior to propel its existence forward. Mixtures of blossoms splashed every colour of the rainbow and those in between, a monumental cherry tree framed a perfect backdrop behind the left outermost side of the cottage.

A little further in the distance, magnificent towering windows reflected the evening sun, the wood holding the panes in place were painted the most brilliant crisp white. A singular stained glass window took centre stage on the top floor, the colours explosive, glass perfectly polished.

To top off the surreal picture before you, two small goldcrests flitted over to the gateway, gently settling onto the metal to chirp away at one another. You scrunch your nose up at the sight.

"Fucking hell", You breathed as you all marvelled at the spectacular structure. Somehow the flawless house made you feel even more queasy than if a copy and paste of Malfoy Manor greeted you.

"Nice, isn't it?" George gulped, catching your eye for a millisecond before looking away. He could feel your astonishment mixed with sickening rage that was already bubbling dangerously close to the surface. You looked down at your painfully casual attire. Even though you'd be under the invisibility cloak, you suddenly felt embarrassingly underdressed.

"Well how the bloody hell are we supposed to find anything in there then?" Ron blurted out. The uneasy looks plastered on the group's faces signified that you were all thinking the same thing. A rough swallow raked your throat, the sensation of gulping down a bucket of sand.