QUIET ,, fred w.

i.

"I'm warning you, hermione. keep that bloody beast of yours away from scabbers, or I'll turn it into tea cozy!" ron threatened.

the leaky cauldron was a place of gathering, or so y/n supposed. she came here all the time with friends—and now alongside hermione and the weasley family.

the inn's walls were cracked and shoddy, the ceiling breaking into dusty pieces. it reeked of musty water, damp wooden boards, and rusted bolts. the customers were rather odd at times. brutal, mean, blunt. but then again, the wizarding world was nothing less than odd.

"here they go again," george sighed, reaching into his pockets to pull out a few coins. "you up for some gin, y/n?"

the girl shook her head and smiled softly. "not thirsty, but I appreciate the offer."

"and I'm taking that offer up as my own," fred butted in. he flashed his brother a cheeky smile.

"anything for my lovely twin," george beamed as he shuffled away.

"you alright, n/n?"

y/n's eyes drifted up towards fred. "mm. doing fine," she answered. small black circles grew baggy beneath her eyes—she hadn't been getting much sleep.

"oi," fred huffed, propping an arm against the table to hold himself up. "don't lie. you always look at my forehead when you lie." a pause. "are you having nightmares again?"

the weasley twins were people she had met on her first day. she crashed into them sometime on the train, and no matter how hard they tried to apologize to her, she never said a word. the poor girl was practically shaking—not that they knew of that—but eventually they took it to be a challenge to get her to talk. and somewhere in all the bickering, y/n found her home.

eventually they got her to talk, only a mere three days later. she had pissed stag off (another malfoy clone in her own grade) in class by keeping quiet whenever he directed his aggravating prodding towards her.

"you... you- filthy mudblood! no wonder your parents are dead," he spat, practically trembling from head to toe he was so infuriated.

y/n was absolutely fuming. she turned around, smacking his wrist. "you mention my family or myself again and I'll have the blood hounds on you. then I'll twist your tongue into a knot and shove it down your throat so you can't scream," y/n spat. she glowered at the boy. "are you finished?"

that was four years ago, her first year. now, she was only waiting for the train to arrive for her fifth year, and the twins had stuck by her side ever since (including lee).

perhaps if both y/n's parents weren't dead, and she wasn't a half-blood, perhaps she wouldn't have been picked on. her mother died at childbirth, and her father died at the hands of a freely roaming dementor—he was a muggle, so he couldn't help himself. y/n was only a year old. from there she went to live with her godfather sirius black. a beautiful father-daughter relationship blossomed between the two. that was also until sirius was taken away during her three year birthday. she misses him deeply. everyday. but nobody knows that the supposed mass murderer is the man who is her father; and no one will know until his innocence is proven. instead she'll have nightmares of him, of her biological fathers screams, of her mother's melted, dying face, and of a coming war, which y/n shrugged off as all bologna.

the twins knew well about her nightmares. the girl stayed over one summer and woke them up with soft sobs almost every night. she never told them too much about her nightmares—just enough for them to understand where they came from. in return, the twins promised not to say anything to anyone.

"you're not flashing that clipping about again, are you, ron?" george questioned teasingly as he came back with two bottles of gin, handing one to fred.