❝ 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
rewr...
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THEY ALL HAD REMAINED FOR the rest of the week at The Burrow, and just three days following the disastrous aftermath of the wedding, the citizens of the Wizarding World found themselves caught up in yet another predicament. While Voldemort played puppet with Minister Pius Thicknesse, and the Golden Trio still on the run for Horcruxes; The Ministry started to move against muggle-borns. Meaning, for Scarlett Farney, life had taken yet another turn for the worse. Witches and wizards alike were being dragged in against their will, questioned on their families, and being punished unless being able to prove that they had at least one close wizarding relative. For George Weasley, it meant losing sleep every night in fear he'd wake up to an empty bed and with the sole responsibility of caring for his daughter.
"'The Ministry is determined to root outusurpers of magical power, and to this end has issued an invitation to every so-called 'muggle-born' to present themselves for interview by the newly appointed Muggle-born Registration Commission," Scarlet read aloud, clutching The Daily Prophet tightly between two hands, her eyes flickering across the pages 2 and 3 before peering up.
"An invitation," Fred repeated midst a quiet scoff, his eyes narrowed at the front pages of the newspaper, "as if Aurors don't suddenly show up at your front door should you refuse."
"Which is not going to happen," George sent a pointed look to his brother, urging him to shut up as Scarlett grew more weary in her seat; clutching the newspaper and chewing her bottom lip as her eyes skimmed the text over and over again, "no Aurors are showing up here, and no one is going anywhere."
"But –"
"But nothing," He interjected his anxious girlfriend, picking up their daughter from the chair she bounced in to set her atop his hip, "we're all safe here. This is our home – and we're not jumping ship just because of some articles."
"Maybe we should –"
"Where is safer than here?" George questioned his twin brother incredulously, "The Burrow? Grimmauld Place? They're all places they'd check first!"
"Lettie's mum's house," Fred suggested, "Aunt Muriels? Uncle Bilius' old cabin in –"
"I'm not letting anyone run me out of my own home," The younger half of the duo stated simply, giving a sharp shake to his head, "they can surely try, but I'm not giving up or giving in without some sort of fight," He insisted, glancing between both sets of eyes that bore back into his own, "I'm not running."
After being answered back in weary silence, George simply stepped away from the pair. With Roxy drowsily leaning her head atop his shoulder, he moved towards his room in a hope to set her down for a while. Once passed the threshold and with the door shut, Scarlett let out a small shaky breath and ran both her hands over her face. Fred gently set his hand atop her shoulder, giving it a tiny squeeze as she was rubbing at her eyes with her palms then blinked up at him.
