Novus Orbis - Fred Weasley x f!reader

Chapter 6 - A 'Kingly' Prank

Y/n wakes up to Fred and George shaking her violently.

"Y/n! Wake up!" They say in unison. "We've got the best news!" She attempts, albeit meagrely, to shake them off.

Where am I? Oh, right.

For the past year, just about, Y/n has been getting used to the Wizarding World, or the world of Harry Potter, a book she unknowingly dropped into on the morning of August 3rd, 1992. From there, she went to Hogwarts with the Weasley family, a First-Year 14-year-old with a knack for mischief only matched by the twins Fred and George—who are now bouncing excitedly on either side of the bed, waiting to tell her the news.

"What is it?" She mumbles tiredly, shooing them like flies (she now takes the precaution of sleeping with more than a bra and pyjama bottoms due to an embarrassing morning a few days ago in which Ron, in a state so exhausted he may very well have been drunk, came in and tore off her bedsheets screaming, "HARRY, DON'T! DON'T DO IT!"...needless to say, she was quite frightened).

"Dad just won the Annual Draw! 700 Galleons!"

Y/n shoots up like a rocket. "700!" Her face breaks into a grin. "Really?"

"Really, really!" They repeat. "We're going to visit Bill in Egypt."

"Cool! When are we leaving?"

"In a couple of days." Fred grabs her by the arm, pulling her out of bed. "Come on! Breakfast is waiting!"

They walk downstairs a moment later to the sweet aroma of pancakes and syrup (along with several varieties of homemade jam) wafting entrancingly through the house.

"Morning!" Molly sings, flicking her wand and flipping a pancake on the cast-iron skillet.

"Is it just me," Y/n whispers through the side of her mouth, "Or does your mom's mood seem almost dangerously happy?"

"One wrong move and we're dead," they chuckle back.

"All the more fun," Y/n says, sitting down in her usual way: one twin on either side (they joke that she's the only thing to have ever come between them, literally). "Pass the strawberry jam, please."

It is only a couple minutes before everyone comes down and the first floor of the house (along with the others, really, seeing as children continuously stampede up and down) is abuzz with excitement. So far, the twins and Y/n have managed to dump salt in Percy's coffee, hang Ginny's jumper on the satellite atop the roof, and turn Ron's hair white with flour. Despite all this, the mood is still cheery and Arthur comes home dancing.

"Morning, Dad!"

"Morning, Arthur!"

"Morning, Dear."

"Morning children, Y/n, Molly dear." Kissing his beloved on the cheek, he plops down at the table and grabs a plate. "5 raids last night wasn't enough to dampen my spirits!" He continues, "Though my colleagues thought I'd nearly gone mad when I walked out of the last house whooping and hollering."

Might be again, in a minute, Y/n thinks. The trio snickers. They put chilli powder in Mr. Weasley's drink. 3...2...1...

"Blech! Spicy coffee, Molly? Interesting." Arthur stares into his cup. "A bit of milk, maybe, please?"

"They've been at it all morning," Percy growls irritably.

"A bit mild for you three, this one." Arthur smiles cheekily. "Maybe you're taking a break...or building up to something." He sighs. "I shan't get my hopes up."

Turning her attention elsewhere, Y/n notices Ron in the corner, deeply intent on writing a letter. Having finished her food, she gets up and saunters over.