Novus Orbis | Fred Weasley x Insert | ON HIATUS

Chapter 1 - Where am I?

It's a regular day, as they come and go. Y/n's gotten a good lot done, and she's ready at last to climb in bed and get a good night's sleep (which, due to the stress of school and extracurricular and recreational activities, hasn't been had for a few nights). It's supposed to be a pretty regular tomorrow, too, until she wakes up in an unfamiliar four-poster that isn't hers (she doesn'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 half-asleep at the early hour of 7:00 a.m., murmurs nondescript nonsense and rolls over in her slumber.

"Reckon she'll wake up soon?" The first boy asks, shifting in his seat on the mattress.

"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," the one called Fred says, "But you never know."

Now the girl stirs. Rolling back over to face them, she peers at the boys.

"Good morning..." She squints at them before closing her eyes again, not apparently cognisant that something is amiss.

"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, evidently, dreaming, and not at home at all.

"D-did you say apparate?"

"D-did I stutter?" Fred mocks her. 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, and they sit in silence for a moment.

"But 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, looking around with an obvious sense of wonder.

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

"What's your name?"

"But I asked you first!"

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

The boys grin at each other as she slumps in defeat with a sigh, rolling her eyes.

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

"It's 7:24, Y/n," Fred says, looking towards a clock on the wall.

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

"How old are you?"

Before any of them can say any more, the bedroom door swings open. A younger boy with equally fiery hair stomps in, dressed in striped pajamas and holding a toothbrush in his unoccupied hand.