Weasley twins imagines!

Who was he?

"Who are you?"
I snapped, finally turning on the stranger who had been following me all day.
"I could ask you the same."
He smirked
"You were the one following me."
I responded, feeling my wand at my hips.
"No need to get out your wand Ms. Lestrange, My names George. I hear you are a death eater? Is this true?
I was taken back. He knew I must've been the daughter of Bellatrix. No one just randomly asks that. I was a death eater and had been in the presence of The Dark lord. Did I want to be? Hell no. I wanted to be at hogwarts studying magic and getting my potions degree. But no Mother pulled me out to work with the dark lord, and make him special potions.
"I am in fact not. You may leave now, go on, shoo shoo."
I said waving my arms
"Hm, I don't know if I accept that answer."
He said pulling out his hand and twirling it.
Before I could say anything back I was teleported to my room. I looked around and felt a hand on my throat. My mother was choking me. (Mommy? sorry. Mommy? sorry.)
"Y/n m/n Lestrange what we're you doing talking to that Weasley.
"Mother he had been following me all day."
I choked out, her grip tightening.
"Don't lie to me."
"I promise mother."
I whispered, the room going dark.
She let go of my throat and I dropped to the floor, gasping for air.
"Don't think I don't know what your doing y/n."
She sneered, slamming the door.
I was left alone in my room. God what is happening to my life. I'm crumbling too pieces and I have no one.

Time skip to the battle

I was running as fast I could. Dodging spells and charms. I was trying to find Harry Potter. I knew he had to kill the snake. I had to tell him. As I reached the main hall corridor I saw him running up the stairs. I shouted and screamed for him, desperately trying to get his attention. That's when he finally heard me and turned around
"HARRY- Harry I know what the last horcrux is. It's the snake. You have to kill the snake. Please Harry, please save us. None of us can live like this anymore."
I begged him
He looked at me in shock and disbelief.
"Where's the snake."
"Down the stairs, outside."
I told him
He nodded and ran past me.
Please, save us. Save me.
I looked up to see another Deatheater. He was holding something and dropped it on my head. I woke up about ten minutes later. I was tied to a chair with...George Weasley, right infront of me. We were outside. Everyone was watching us. Watching me.
"Ms. Lestrange, you've betrayed us. Before you can continue on as a death eater you must kill George Weasley."
The dark lord whispered in my ear. Chills running down my spine, I frantically shook my head no. Screaming and sobbing. I'd never killer someone. I could hear Molly and Fred crying from the other side. They were all behind a barrier of some sort.
My mother pointed her silver blade at my neck, lifting my chin up with it.
"Y/n do as your master says!"
She screamed
The knife digging into my chin deeper and deeper I sighed and shook my head yes.
They took my chains off but still held a knife against my back, and a wand on my throat. Just in case I tried something they could easily kill me in many ways. The dark lord gripping my shoulder cried out.
"Do it!"
"Avada kedavra."
I whispered out, tears coming out of my eyes. Flash backs of me and the Weasley family had fond memories. We never talked anyone, since everyone knew I was a deatheater. I would never be accept after this. I would be outcasted, thrown away like trash.
I watched George cry out in pain. I looked at his family and mouthed the words
I'm so sorry
They looked at me in pure disgust. I couldn't hear what they were saying but I didn't need to hear it to know it was bad.
The war was over. Harry Potter was dead, I was a murder. The dark lord had won. As I walked back into the House with my mother, she whispered
"I'm proud of you. You're finally fulfilling your destiny."
I looked at her, I wanted to slap her. But instead I just walked off.
When I made it to my room, all I could do was just stand there. Looking at myself in my mirror. I punched the wall multiple times, to the point where my knuckles were bloody. I looked down at my bloody hands
"Who are you?"
I whisper, staring at myself in the mirror.

This is probably one of the worst chapters I've ever written. But I tried too make it work. Someone said this would be a good writing prompt for me so I tried. I also haven't posted in awhile so I figured all deserved a chapter. But honestly i hate this one and might end up deleting it. Y'all deserve so much better than this crap. Anyways stay safe, eat, drink water, and just be yourself. You're enough. More chapters to come!