The One and Only |Fred x Reader|

The Unpleasant Visit

"Lumos Maxima!" Harry yelled from under his covers.

"Harry! Go to bed your going to regret staying up so late tomorrow morning. Besides what are you doing anyways this late at night?" I asked, confused on what he was doing.

We heard footsteps heading towards the room and Harry quickly put out the bright light coming from his wand and pretended to be asleep. Suddenly the door flew open. I peaked my eyes open and saw the big figure of Uncle Vernon standing in the doorframe. I was shocked he could fit through the doorframe at all.

The door slammed shut and Harry sat back up in his bed.

"Lumos Maxima" Harry whispered this time, not wanting to get caught,"I'm sorry Y/n I just have to do something. I'll be done soon I promise."

"Ok Harry, goodnight, remember stupid Marge will be here tomorrow morning so get some rest so we can put up with her nonsense." I said in a tired voice, just wanting to get some sleep.

"Merlin's beard! I forgot all about that!" He replied, clearly upset,"Nox!"

He put his wand on his bedside table, next to Hedwig and climbed into his bed.

                                                Time Skip To Next Morning

"HARRY! Y/N!" We heard Aunt Petunia yell from the bottom of the stairs.

Harry left to go get changed in the bathroom while I changed in the room. We both run downstairs to see Dudley getting special treatmeant AGAIN. I mean what did I expect?

"Your seriously wearing that?" She said with a sassy tone giving me a look up and down.

"Its not like you give me and Harry any good clothes! Trust me I wouldn't be wearing this if you could actually get us nice things." I replied angrily.

I was only wearing some jeans which were really baggy on me since Dudley was 10x bigger than me, and an oversized T-shirt with some muggle band on it. Aunt Petunia was about to say something back when suddenly the doorbell rang. Thank Merlin, I was about to get yelled at.

"Well? Someone open the damn door!" She yelled as she was fixing Dudley's outfit. I rolled my eyes and made my way to the door. I opened it and there she stood. Aunt Marge. And her stupid dog, Ripper. Uncle Vernon was outside with her luggage and handed it to me and Harry, which we almost dropped on our feet. It was so heavy, as if she was smuggling in a whole other person.

"Well hello Marge! How was the train ride?" Aunt Petunia asked, completely changing her tone from what it was 30 seconds ago.

"Horrible!" She boomed,"Ripper got sick."

"How...unfortunate." Aunt Petunia replied with a hint of disgust in her voice.

Harry and I had been silent as they exchanged greetings when he suddenly nudged me and pointed at a peice of parchment. The Hogsemade permission slips. I had completley forgot and it had shown on my face too. Harry slipped away without anyone noticing and snuck up the stairs. He came back down 3 minutes later with another piece of parchment.

"If we ask Vernon now while he is in a good mood, he might just sign it." He whispered into my ear.

My eyes lit up at the idea. Harry had good ideas every once in awhile. Uncle Vernon was in the kitchen and we asked him to sign some parchment for school.

"Maybe later if you guys are on your best behavior while Marge is here. That means no...magic shenanigans." He whispered the word "magic" as if it was a bad word. "If I see a wand waving about, that parchment is as good as trash. You hear me?"

We both nodded and sulked away. Everyone was now at the kitchen table eating dinner while me and Harry got the job of cleaning. Marge was eyeing us suspiciously. "They're still here?" She asked glaring at me and Harry.

" Yes." I replied.

"Don't say 'yes' in that ungrateful tone. Damn good of my brother to keep you too if you ask me." She leaned over the table to give Ripper some of her food. "If I were him I would've taken you two to the orphanage as soon as I could."

I looked over at Harry and saw him roll his eyes at her. I gave him a soft smile as we went back to cleaning the kitchen. Aunt Marge was getting quite tipsy after drinking lots of wine. She leaned over the table again to give her dog some wine straight out of her glass. I felt bad for that dog, and the other 11 she had back at home.

"What are you looking at?" She asked after catching me staring at the disgusting scene in front of me.

I looked away and got back to work.

"Vernon, where is it you send these children to again?" She questioned.

"St. Brutus's, its where they put the hopeless cases." Vernon replied with a glare over at Harry.

"Mhm. Do they use a cane on you, boy?" She said directing the question over to Harry.

"Oh yeah. Been beaten loads of times." He said with a hint of sarcasm that only I caught.

"Excellent. I won't have this namby-pamby wishy-washy about not hitting people who deserve it. Still mustn't blame yourself for the way this one's turned out Vernon, it all comes down to blood? Bad blood will out. What is it with the boy's father again?" She said snottily while Harry looked up at the mention of his father.

"Nothing that is, he was...unemployed." Aunt Petunia replied agitated.

"Of course. And a drunk I expect-" She started but got interrupted.

"That's a lie." Harry said stopping her sentance.

"What did you just say boy?" Marge said infuriated now.

"My dad was not a drunk." Harry said defensively.

I stood there in shock watching the scene play out. When suddenly the wine glass in Marge's hand shattered.

"Oh my! Marge are you ok?" Aunt Petunia asked. "Y/n go get me a towel right now!"

I hurriedly grabbed a towel and brought it to Marge.

"Oh Petunia! It's ok I've just got a strong grip thats all!" Marge said grabbing the towel out of my hands and glaring at me.

Harry was standing in the kitchen in shock. I put two and two together and realized he was the one who broke the wine glass. I could still see he was visibly upset over what was said about his father.

"Harry" I whispered. "It's ok, Hogwarts is in a few days." I put my arms around him and hugged him tight.

"Go to bed now. Both of you." Vernone said trying his best to not yell.

"Quiet Vernon, it doesn't matter about the father." Aunt Marge started.

Harry let go of me.

"In the end it comes down to the mother. You see it all the time with dogs. If there's something wrong with the bitch, there's something wrong with the pup-"

"Shut up! Shut up!" Harry yelled at Marge.

I turned to Marge and saw quickly what was going on. She was growing bigger and bigger! You'd think she was big enough already. She started floating in the air like a balloon and was heading towards the open door outside.

"Vernon! Vernon! What's happening! Get me down from here! Someone help!" Aunt Marge was screaming as she was hanging onto the top of the doorframe trying not to get flown outside.

Uncle Vernon grabbed her ankle and tried to pull her down but went up with her. I couldn't see the rest of the scene play out as Harry grabbed my wrist and dragged me upstairs. All I could hear was the screams from Marge and Uncle Vernon coming from outside. The cries of Dudley as he was scared of what had happened to his Aunt.