The Lone Wolf | Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Chapter 53: The Ministry of Magic

•Parts 123-127•
~.~.~3rd Person POV~.~.~
TW: Mentions of Death and Blood

The group stood in the street behind a busy road in London, Luna found a secure front garden for the thestrals. There was a single red phone box on the edge of the pavement, it stood out in the plain beige streets, Y/n was wondering how all 7 of them were going to fit in the small booth.

"How are we all going to get in there?" Y/n asked, trying to figure it out.

"Y/n, it's magic," Hermione said, "I'm sure there's a way."

"And how does this phone box even get into the ministry?" Neville asked.

"There is a password, and it lowers like a lift. This is a visitor's entrance." Harry explained, "Are we ready to go."

Everyone nodded yes and they all approached the door to the phone box, but before Harry could open it, it started moving up, someone was leaving the ministry.

Y/n recognised who they were as soon as their hair was on the show, she had to swallow the lump in her throat and had to think of an excuse if they asked. Fred and George stepped out happily talking to themselves but froze dead in their tracks when they saw the large group waiting at the door.

"Y/n?" Fred asked, "Darling?"

"What are you doing here?" George asked before Fred could

"I could ask you the same question?" She replied, she glanced over and everyone started piling into the lift.

"We've come to get the keys for our shop." Fred replied, his eyes were happy but his face was confused.

"Now what are you doing here?" George asked, crossing his arms, "You should be at Hogwarts."

"Y/n, are you coming," Harry shouted, "There is just enough space for you."

"I'm sorry boys, I have no time to talk." Y/n hurriedly answered, "I'll explain at the end of the school year."

She gave the twins a small smile and ran off to the phone box, she squeezed herself in and closed the door. Harry typed in 6...2...4...4...2 and she waved at the twins as the booth lowered down into the ground.

"I don't know about this." Fred immediately said to George

"Me neither, how did they even get to London in the first place?"

"Not a clue," Fred frowned, "Do you think we should-"

The door of the telephone box sprang open and everyone stepped out of it. All of their mouths had fallen open. They were standing at one end of a very long and splendid hall with a highly polished, dark wood floor. The peacock-blue ceiling was inlaid with gleaming golden symbols that were continually moving and changing like some enormous heavenly notice board. The walls on each side were paneled in shiny dark wood and had many gilded fireplaces set into them. It was empty, clearly, everyone had gone home for the day, Y/n thought it was exactly why Voldemort would come now. It had an eerie feeling.

Halfway down the hall was a fountain. A group of golden statues, larger than life-size, stood in the middle of a circular pool. The tallest of them all was a noble-looking wizard with his wand pointing straight up in the air. Grouped around him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin, and a house-elf. The last three were all looking adoringly up at the witch and wizard. Glittering jets of water were flying from the ends of the two wands, the point of the centaur's arrow, the tip of the goblin's hat, and each of the house-elf's ears, so that they could hear the tinkling hiss of falling water. They all ran toward a set of golden gates at the far end of the hall.