The girl who lived || Fred Weasley

✐seven✎

It was near the end of summer and the Weasleys invited Harry and Gwen over to watch the quidditch world cup with them.

What really surprised Gwen, is that Uncle Vernon approved and in just 15 minutes they would leave to the world cup. Although, at 5:30pm, the Weasleys haven't arrived yet. Gwen had her hazel eyes occupied on the clock as time ticked faster and faster by the minute.

Suddenly, there was a loud sound wailing from inside the fireplace, replaced by a couple of coughs and a few muffled voices.

"George, move up, will you? Ouch! Fred!" Ron said from inside the boarded up fire place.

"Fred go back, there must have been some sort of mistake- OUCH! George go tell Ron-" Mr Weasley then spoke up.

"Maybe they can hear us, dad. Harry? Gwen? Can you hear me?" Ron called out again from inside the fireplace, it was very hard to hear him through all that banging and scraping.

"What is going on?" Uncle Vernon turned angrily towards the siblings. "What's this?!"

"They've travelled through floo powder-" Gwen squeaked.

"They can travel through fire, it's only that you've got an electric one so you boarded up the fireplace." Harry turned back to look at the fireplace then to Uncle Vernon.

"Ooh, an elektric fire, you say? With a plug, right? I've got to see that... Ouch, Ron!" Mr Weasley says excitedly at the thought of a muggle artifact.

"What's happened? Why are we here?Has something gone wrong?" Ron asks.

Fred rolled his eyes, "No, Ron, this is exactly where we wanted to end up in." Genevieve sensed the sarcasm in his voice.

"Yeah, we're having the time of our lives here," Chimed in George.

"Boys-, i'm thinking on what to do. Ah yes... stand back you two." Mr Weasley said, referring to Gwen and Harry.

Genevieve hastily out of instinct grabbed onto Harry's arm and pulled him away at the sound of the bang.

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"Got your trunk, you both?" Mr Weasley asked, looking around the place.

"Oh, it's upstairs." Genevieve replied, resting her hands on her hips.

"We'll get it, won't we George?" Fred smirked, and was already halfway through the steps when he winked at the Potter siblings but most specifically at Genevieve.

"We gladly will, Fred." George grinned back, speeding up hoping to have a chance to take one glance at Dudley, having heard much from him from Harry.

A moment of awkwardness striked, until a terrified Dudley entered the room and hid behind his father. Ron, Harry and Gwen were holding in a laugh.

Fred and George came trotting down with the luggage, they're eyes landing on Dudley and a evil grin spreading across the twin's faces.

"Incendio!" Mr Weasley remarked, his wand pointing to the fireplace. He got some powder and sprinkled it onto the raging fire turning it green.

"I'll go first!" Fred announced, obviously holding Genevieve's trunk as it was much more smaller than Harry's and had her initials on it. "Oh, no, hang on-" 

A variety of brightly coloured toffee's spilled all over the floor as Fred picked each one up and crammed them up back into his pocket. Genevieve rolled her eyes at this.

After that, it was George's turn then Ron's and Harry's and lastly Genevieve's. The last thing she saw at the Dursley's house was Dudley with a rather long tong and a toffee wrapper on the floor with Mr Weasley pointing his wand at Uncle Vernon repeatedly trying to help.