C R U C I O | Fred & George Weasley |

U N R A V E L I N G F A T E

P R E S E N T ( 2 N D Y E A R )

I woke up in my room, the warmth of the morning sun seeping through the window blinds. The familiar feeling of being alone settled in as I prepared to return to Hogwarts. With father's mysterious disappearance, the house felt unusually silent, like an echo of the life it used to hold.

As I got myself ready for the journey back to Hogwarts, I packed my things and made sure to bring along Zeus, my black cat with stunning blue eyes. He'd been my comforting companion ever since father vanished, a constant reminder of home in uncertain times.

Boarding the train to Hogwarts, I found a compartment and settled in. The pulsing chugging of the train set the pace for the journey ahead. Among the sway of the carriage, I met Ron, Harry, and Hermione. Our conversations drifted to magical creatures and wizarding tales, a welcome distraction from the worries that clouded my mind.

Ron, with his friendly demeanor, shared stories of his family while Harry and Hermione talked about their experiences at Hogwarts. It felt nice, like I was a part of something—a brief escape from the mysteries that haunted my thoughts.

During the train ride, among the conversations and the passing landscapes, something unexpected happened. As we neared Hogwarts, a fellow student approached me, extending a friendly invitation to a party.

"Hey, I'm heading to a party in our dormitory tonight. Fred and George Weasley are throwing it. You should come!" a Gryffindor student exclaimed, a bright smile on their face.

The invitation took me by surprise, a pleasant distraction from the usual routine. I mulled it over, considering the offer. It seemed like an opportunity to unwind, a chance to step away from the nagging worries and dive into the excitement  of the wizarding world.

The idea of attending a party hosted by the Weasley twins intrigued me. They had a reputation for mischief and good times, and part of me wants to experience that atmosphere.

The train ride finally ended as we arrived at Hogwarts. The castle stood tall and grand, radiating an aura of ancient magic. Stepping into the Great Hall, the enchanted ceiling mirrored the starry sky, casting a mesmerizing glow.

I found a seat at the Gryffindor table, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. Dumbledore's voice echoed through the hall, his words carrying a sense of importance that hushed the room. He made an announcement, something about the school year ahead, but my attention was mostly on the Sorting ceremony that followed.

As the new students were sorted into their houses, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of remembrance of my own Sorting from the year before. Once the ceremony ended, Dumbledore declared it was time to eat.

The tables burst with all sorts of mouth-watering dishes. I dug into the feast, enjoying the flavors and the lively chatter around me. unknowing to me, I found myself seated next to Fred and George. They engaged in casual conversation, asking if I planned to attend their party. I nodded eagerly, excitement bubbling within me at the thought of joining in the fun.

After the satisfying meal, I headed to the dormitory, stashing away my belongings. I chose a comfy outfit—jeans and a matching shirt—for the party. It was going to be a regular party, filled with music and  alcohol.

Entering the party, the room buzzed with energy. Music filled the air, creating a lively vibe that made me want to move to the beats. The lights were dim, casting a warm glow over the space.

Fred and George were in the thick of things, the life of the party. The room was filled with laughter and chatter, everyone swept up in the contagious excitement the twins brought with them.