Feather - Fred Weasley X Reader [[ON HOLD]]

XII

PUBLISHED: 31/12/2022
Moon times and letters
THIRD PERSON POV

A scream ripped through the Hut.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?" Hagrid asked, knocking on the bathroom door, which shook under his fists.

"Erm – I need Tonks." (Y/N) said, barely audible through the wood.

"What on Earth for?" Hagrid replied, and (Y/N) cracked open the door.

"Get me Tonks, Poppy, Minnie, any female, I don't care, I just. Need. A. Woman." (Y/N) hissed through the gap.

Hagrid flushed red, and nodded. He went out to where Miffy was curled up on the arm of his chair.

"Can you go and get me Tonks? You know that one with the pink hair? She's a Hufflepuff. (Y/N) needs her. (Y/N)'s bleeding." Hagrid told the cat, whispering the last word, who did a movement that looked like a nod, meowed, then ran out of the Hut.

Hagrid could hear the pipes creak, telling him that the hot water had been turned on.

About ten minutes later, Miffy returned, a confused Tonks trailing behind with a small black toiletry bag.

"She's in the bathroom." Hagrid told Tonks as he edged towards the door, "There's tea and coffee and juice in the kitchen, food as well. Help yourself."

He then awkwardly exited the Hut.

"Men," Tonks sighed.

Miffy meowed in reply, and led Tonks over to the bathroom door.

"(N/N)?" Tonks called out, knocking.

(Y/N) opened the door, standing with her hair up in a towel turban, and a towel wrapped around her.

"I'm bleeding," (Y/N) offered lamely, "Of course it had to happen on today, of all days."

You and your friend group were going to have a picnic to celebrate the fact that you had been at Hogwarts for an entire month.

"I know, I remember you telling me all about it. Anyway, I bought supplies. That's a smart cat of yours, you know, she came into my dorm and got these out of the bathroom. Want me to help you with them?" Tonks offered.

"Please." (Y/N) begged, then Tonks entered the bathroom.

•••

(Y/N) sat next to Fred and George at the Gryffindor table grouchily, loading up her plate with her favourite food. It was still quite early, so (Y/N) supposed everyone else was still getting ready, or still asleep. It was a Sunday, after all. You three had been used to rising early because of your time at the Burrow.

"Erm – are you okay, (N/N)?" Fred asked kindly, pouring her a cup of her favourite drink.

"No!" (Y/N) snapped, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "I'm not feeling the best, Freddie. Thank you for pouring my drink, and I am sorry for snapping at you."

"It's okay." Fred mumbled as a barn owl with a blue ribbon came and dropped post in front of (Y/N).

"Thanks, Weebles." You spoke, feeding your Dad's owl a bit of bacon, then sifting through your mail.

There were letters from Ginny (written in crayon), Ron (green marker), Molly and Arthur, Bill, Uncle Remus, Aunt Andromeda, Uncle Ted, Uncle Alastor, a letter and parcel from Adelaide Pucey, and finally, a letter with a big 'W' on it. Your eyes widened. The Wizengamot.