𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, Fred Weasley (eng)

1. "And say, are you insane?"

Stand there like a ghost
Shaking come the rain, rain
She'll open up the door
And say, are you insane?

FRED WAS IN LOVE, terribly and stupidly in love. He had never considered himself a hopeless romantic, but now, more than ever, he knew he was wrong.

For the right person, Fred Weasley was a hopeless romantic.

A romantic of the kind who would sing serenades in ridiculous outfits and wake up in the middle of the night to throw stones at her window in an attempt to get her attention.

And Merlin would punish him if she wasn't the right person, because that was the only certainty in his life.

With a smile capable of lighting up an entire city, pure and innocent eyes, a contagious and captivating laugh: that girl was everything Fred could want, in fact, she was everything Fred had wanted for three years now.

But Fred was tired.

All his attempts to flirt with her ended up failing, falling into misfortune and oblivion. It was exhausting to see her smile, always so beautiful, remain the same despite his attempts at flirting — didn't she notice?

Maybe she did and chose to ignore it, that was Fred's greatest fear. But what if that wasn't the case? What if she didn't notice, and what if she was too blind to understand the intense passion that burned in his chest? The passion that burned for her.

It was because of the tiredness that every day was more evident that Fred had decided to do something about it.

Fred's seventh school year was almost coming to an end at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and, being in love with the same girl since his fourth year, Fred had realized that the time to act beyond unsuccessful flirts had come.

Encouraged by George, his twin brother and one of the people he trusted the most, Fred had come up with a plan that would definitely make her look at him. To do so, he would need the help of the only other person he could trust, his best friend, Amalie Stone.

With this in mind, Fred begged his only hope for help.

"You have to help me, Amalie! I'm begging you." Fred groaned, dragging himself through the halls after his best friend, who was changing classes during the break.

"Gideon, for the millionth time, I don't have to help you, in fact, I don't even know how to help you." Amalie rolled her eyes at him.

Amalie Stone had been Fred and George's best friend since the tender age of four. When her first magical signs began to appear on her fourth birthday, her Muggle parents were too shocked to know how to react — oh God, their daughter was a witch! Everything they had ever known about magic was discredited and considered ridiculous, so it seemed unreal that their only daughter could do things like levitate flower pots and make stacks of books fly around the house.

Without even knowing it, the Stone family lived next to a rather unusual family, separated only by a dense forest.

Molly Weasley, the Stones' neighbor, saw firsthand when the little girl had her first signs of magic, and upon seeing the couple's desperation and attempt to understand, she decided to intervene. Arriving with a warm smile and a basket of cookies in her hand, Molly Weasley introduced herself, and, taking what appeared to be a tree branch from her pocket, made the basket levitate in the air, entering the Stones' house through the door left open by the couple who looked at her in astonishment.

Molly instructed Emily and Henry Stone on how best to handle the gift their daughter had received, explaining everything about the wizarding world and what would happen when, seven years later, their daughter turned eleven.