Weasley Twin Imagines

Made for You // G.W.

Warnings: fluff, weddings, battle of Hogwarts, time skips, humour, light angst, mentions of food and drink, triwizard tournament.

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The Black Lake, Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scottish Highlands

The murky waters of the Black Lake had offered nothing since the Triwizard Champions sank below its depths close to fifteen minutes ago. Dumbledore had said the word 'go' and all four teenagers leapt into the water; focused solely on being the first to surface with whatever treasure was promised by their golden eggs.

Your stomach churns in time with the dank water; mind running a thousand miles a minute as you think of what Harry must be experiencing. His announcement as Triwizard Champion had come as a shock to those closest to him; he maintained his innocence, he was not the one to pout his name into the cup, and you believed him wholeheartedly.

Gripping the wooden railing of the audience stand, you lean further over, desperate to try and catch a glimpse of the teenager who had become close to a little brother for you.

"Any news?" A familiar voice sounds to your right.

Silently, you shake your head. "Nothing for fifteen minutes. 45 left to go."

"He'll be fine," George reassures, his arm settling over your shoulders, squeezing you close.

"He's fourteen years old," You lament, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth as you think of the added stress piled on top of Harry's shoulders.

"You'll see," George promises. "He'll be fine."

"You have to say that," You argue, throwing George an exasperated look. "You were taking bets earlier."

George has the decency to look sheepish. "For Harry to win," He protests.

You shake your head, turning your attention back to the dark waters of the lake, doing your best not to think of the horrors Harry must be facing this very minute.

The remaining minutes of the hour pass with reassurances muttered by George; his arm fixed around your shoulder anchoring you to reality, not letting you slip into anxious fantasies conjured by your mind when you think of the depths of the lake.

Applause rises from the gathered students; starting slowly but rising to its crescendo as the champions make their way back to dry land one by one. Fleur surfaces first; the stress of the challenge too much. Viktor then Cedric follow – each one with their treasure, someone who means something to them. Viktor directs Hermione back to the stand; Cedric does the same with Cho.

The large clock continues to tick away, each movement of the hand a reminder that Harry hasn't made it back. "Where is he, George?" You ask, knowing that the redhead would still be by your side. You had always gravitated towards each other.

"It won't be long," George promises, but even he is finding it hard to keep the worry out of his voice.

As the words leave his mouth, a roar sounds from the audience. Gryffindors begin to yell, cheering the name of the young teenager. Something in your chest loosens at the sight of the black-haired boy being wrapped in towels by his best friends. Your first free breath passes your lips as your shoulders sag in relief.

"See?" George whispers, his lips close to your ear. "What did I say? He's fine."

Leaning into the redhead's side, you smile up at him. "Yeah," You smile. "He's fine."

The Burrow, Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon

Despite the crowd gathered in the tent, you barely felt the pressure of them all. Good wishes were shouted across the tent to the newly married couple; Bill and Fleur accepting them all graciously with a smile and a nod of their heads. Laughter runs through the crowd, just as much as the drinks flow did the laughter grow.