Novus Orbis - Fred Weasley x f!reader

Chapter 1 - Where am I?

It is a pretty regular day, to say the least. Y/n has gotten a lot done, and now she is ready to climb in bed and get a good night's sleep (which, by the way, hasn't been had for a few nights). It's a pretty regular tomorrow, too, until she wakes up in an oddly familiar four-poster that isn't hers (she don't even have one) in a room that most certainly isn't hers.

Not to mention the two identical boys with fiery red hair sitting in another four-poster across from her with confused looks plastered across their faces. The girl, still sleeping at the early hour of 7:00 a.m., murmurs nonsense and rolls over in her slumber.

"Reckon she'll wake up soon?" One boy asks, shifting in his seat.

"I hope so," the other replies. "I want my bed back."

"What an annoying git," continues the first, "to interrupt such an important time as sleeping. And to think, she could've appeared any other time of day."

"D'you think she's a Death Eater?"

"Blimey, no, Fred, she's naught but our age if I had to take a guess."

"Maybe not, George," Fred says, "But you never know."

Now the girl stirs. Rolling back over to face them, she squints at the twins.

"Good morning..." She shifts, closing her eyes again.

"Awfully interesting greeting for someone who just apparated out of nowhere into my bed." Remarks Fred, placing his hand on the wand lying beside him.

"She looks much too young to apparate, Fred," George corrects him, though he, too, readies his wand.

"Still doesn't explain how she got here."

At the word "apparate", the girl's head shoots up like a rocket. Now she is awake, realizing she is not at home at all.

"D-did you say apparate?"

"D-did I stutter?" Fred mocks. His hand has not quite grasped his wand fully, still resting loosely at his side. The girl's hand flies up over her mouth, her eyes widening in shock at her own voice.

"No," she finally says. "I can't be..."

"Can't be what?" George pushes.

"Here, I mean." Comes the response. "At the Burrow."

"How do you know where we are?"

"I mean, aren't we? It doesn't look much different."

"Have you ever been here before?" Fred speaks this time.

The girl swings her feet over the side of the bed.

"Not exactly." She doesn't offer much explanation. "Listen, what time is it?

"What's your name?"

"I asked first!"

"Ask us no questions and we'll tell you no lies."

The boys grin at each other as she gives a groan of defeat, rolling her eyes.

"My name is Y/n L/n."

"It's– 7:24, Y/n," Fred says, sealing the deal.

"We are at the Burrow, then?" To tell who is being interrogated would be a hard task indeed.

"How old are you?"

At this moment the bedroom door opens. A younger boy with equally fiery hair stomps in.

"Fred, George," He announces, "Mum says it's time for breakfast, and we were supposed to de-gnome the garden thirty minutes ago." He stops, staring at the h/c coloured teen sitting on Fred's four-poster. "What the bloody hell is a girl doing in your room?!" Turning, he yells: "Mum, MUM! Come up here!"