As the next day was Saturday, most students would normally have breakfasted late. Y/n, Angelina, Hazel and Phoebe, however, were not alone in rising much earlier than they usually did on weekends. When they went down into the entrance hall, they saw about twenty people milling around it, some of them eating toast, all examining the Goblet of Fire. It had been placed in the center of the hall on the stool that normally bore the Sorting Hat. A thin golden line had been traced on the floor, forming a circle ten feet around it in every direction.
"Anyone put their name in yet?" Phoebe asked a third-year girl eagerly.
"All the Durmstrang lot," she replied. "But I haven't seen anyone from Hogwarts yet."
"Bet some of them put it in last night after we'd all gone to bed," said Hazel. "I would've if it had been me . . . wouldn't have wanted everyone watching. What if the goblet just gobbed you right back out again?"
Y/n's stomach churned at the words, flicking her paper 'Y/n Bailey— Hogwarts' between her fingers with the fear that the goblet will spit it out straight after.
"Ready, Angie?" Y/n breathed out.
"Ready. Let's do it!" She replied.
The two girls looked at each other and took a step past the age line that encircled the goblet. There was a round of applause from the people watching. Y/n looked over and saw that Annie was clapping and cheering for her sister and have her a bright smile.
She reached her hand up with her parchment and with a small flick, her name was in the fire and the flame lit with blue. Someone laughed behind her. Turning and lowering her hand, she saw Fred, George, and Lee Jordan hurrying down the staircase, all three of them looking extremely excited.
"Did you go it?" George asked.
"Yep, me and Angie did it just now!" She replied, stepping out of the circle. And was immediately in a hug by both Fred and George.
"Well done. Anyway, Done it," Fred said in a triumphant whisper to the girls, Harry, Ron, Annie and Hermione. "Just taken it."
"What?" said Ron.
"The Aging Potion, dung brains," said Fred.
"One drop each," said George, rubbing his hands together with glee. "We only need to be a few months older."
"We're going to split the thousand Galleons between the three of us if one of us wins," said Lee, grinning broadly.
"I'm not sure this is going to work, you know," said Hermione and Hazel warningly "I'm sure Dumbledore will have thought of this."
Fred, George, and Lee ignored them.
"Ready?" Fred said to the other two, quivering with excitement.
"C'mon, then — I'll go first —"
Harry watched, fascinated, as Fred pulled a slip of parchment out of his pocket bearing the words Fred Weasley — Hogwarts. Fred walked right up to the edge of the line and stood there, rocking on his toes like a diver preparing for a fifty-foot drop. Then, with the eyes of every person in the entrance hall upon him, he took a great breath and stepped over the line.
For a split second Y/n thought it had worked — George certainly thought so, for he let out a yell of triumph and leapt after Fred — but next moment, there was a loud sizzling sound, and both twins were hurled out of the golden circle as though they had been thrown by an invisible shot-putter. They landed painfully, ten feet away on the cold stone floor, and to add insult to injury, there was a loud popping noise, and both of them sprouted identical long white beards.
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Hidden Within The Stars | Enemies to Lovers | Fred Weasley x Fem Reader
FanfictionY/n Bailey is a fifth Year Gryffindor who became best friends with one ginger twin in her year. She becomes conflicted as his twin brother has been your enemy since you met. But what happens when he suddenly changed Is there a price to pay? I do no...
