"Ginny! It's too early," you yawned, refusing to open your eyes after you just got very rudely shaken awake. You let out a long sigh as you rolled onto your back and pulled your F/C blanket over your eyes, desperate to just get a few more minutes rest.
You heard a low, quiet chuckle from outside your little nest and your very tired eyes shot open. That did not sound like Ginny. Without a second thought, you sat up and threw a punch in the direction of the definitely-not-Ginny voice. You missed by a few centimetres, and thank goodness too, because it was just Fred. He laughed quietly again, staring at your outstretched fist.
"Oi," he chuckled.
"Oh," you mumbled, "it's just you." You rubbed your hand over the side of your face, squinting in the very early morning darkness. You looked over your shoulder to the little snitch-shaped alarm clock that sat on Ginny's bed side table. It was four AM. You groaned.
"What do you want, Fred? It's four in the morning."
Fred grinned, "I can tell the time believe it or not. But come on, get up, we're going to rescue Harry."
You paused, very confused. What on Earth was he talking about? "What?" You asked, yawning again. George appeared in the open doorway and tiptoed in, as to not wake his little sister, who was still sound asleep, snoring away.
"Why does she get to sleep and I don't?" You moaned, still very confused. George and Fred both chuckled.
"We're gonna go rescue Harry," George said, like that explained everything. You threw your pillow at his head.
"What do you mean we're going to rescue Harry?" You were so tired you wanted to cry. This was ridiculous, whatever they were talking about, you'd simply refuse and go back to sleep.
George spoke again, "Ron's been writing to Harry all summer and he hasn't replied to him once. He decided to wait until now to tell us that Harry's Uncle and Aunt are right gits and keep him locked in a cupboard and don't feed him properly. Ron's worried and so are we. Remember Dad said last night that Harry got an official warning for using a charm in front of muggles- something's wrong."
You blinked as the words processed slowly.
"Right, let's go then," you said as you jumped up without a moment's hesitation. You grabbed your wand and a pair of socks and started towards the door. Fred chuckled.
"Do you want to get dressed first?" He teased, looking at your plaid shorts and very old and wrinkled t-shirt. You could feel that your hair was in a right state too. You quickly grabbed a hair pin off the dresser and shoved it against the strands of hair that hung over your eyes.
"Nope," you said, and quietly walked out of the bedroom. Ron was waiting at the top of the stairs and even in the complete darkness, he looked very worried. "Alright, Ron?" You said, throwing an arm around the boy, who despite being two years younger, still managed to tower over you by at least three inches.
None of you wanted to risk waking anyone up by turning on a light, so you had to shuffle in the darkness down the stairs and into the black abyss of the very cluttered living room. As you blindly stumbled around the place, you suddenly realised that you hadn't asked the most important question.
"Um, how are we getting there?" You whispered to quite possibly the wall. George was the first to reply.
"The car, obviously. Remember, Dad messed with it, so it can fly now."
"Oh, right, yes, obviously," you grumbled, shuffling forward to find the door. You walked into a plant plot, and flipped straight over it, landing flat on your arse. The scuffled noise of your fall sent the three boys into a very hushed round of laughter. "Ouch," you said groggily. One of the twins walked over to you and put their hand out to find you in the dark.
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Photograph | fred weasley x fem reader
Fanfiction"Give me your hand," Fred murmured, his familiar crooked smile playing on his lips. He slipped his fingers into yours and gently lifted your hand, placing it firmly on his chest. "Do you feel that? My heartbeat? Hit me there. Hit me where the heart...
