In Every Moment | fred weasley x reader

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Tears immediately welled in your eyes, and a soft gasp escaped your lips. For a moment, everything around you froze—the joyful laughter of the Great Hall, the sparkling holiday decorations, the bustling magic of Christmas. All of it faded, leaving only the sight of your gift. Fred's presence beside you seemed to blur into the background, though his warmth radiated in the air, grounding you, as you took in the impossible sight in front of you.

"Dad?" Your voice was barely a whisper, as though speaking too loudly might awake you from this dream. Standing behind your friends, your father's face was creased with a tender smile, his grey eyes shimmering with emotion, just as a single tear traced down his cheek.

"Merry Christmas, kiddo," he murmured, his voice a soft echo in the warm air, and he opened his arms wide.

The last, tiny thread of hesitation snapped as you dashed forward, your heart pounding, and threw yourself into his embrace. "Dad!" The word broke from you like a sob, and you held him tighter than you ever had, your fingers gripping his worn Christmas jumper as though he might vanish if you let go. Tears poured down your cheeks, mingling with a laughter that bubbled up uncontrollably as he chuckled and pressed kiss after kiss into your hair, his familiar, steady presence filling the empty ache that had lingered all term.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he whispered softly against the top of your head, holding you close. In that moment, it was as if all the longing and ache of missing him evaporated like morning mist. The void left by his absence, the pang of the season, the lonely stretches of letters rather than hugs—it all faded, leaving only peace.

Finally, he drew back just enough to look at you, brushing the hair from your face and holding you at arm's length. "Let me look at you—have you gotten taller?" he teased, his warm hand still gripping yours.

You laughed, wiping your face, though your cheeks were sore from smiling. "Maybe an inch. Or maybe you're just shrinking."

"Very funny," he chuckled, squeezing your hand. Turning, you met Fred and George's eyes, and the twins stood watching you both with proud, beaming faces. Their freckles danced in the candlelight, and you could see a hint of moisture in Fred's eyes, though he tried to mask it with a playful grin.

"You...you did this?" Your voice trembled as you looked between them, your heart swelling with gratitude.

Fred's smile softened, his gaze bright. "We did say this was the world's greatest Christmas present, didn't we?"

George puffed his chest, giving you a mock-serious nod. "And that we're absolutely brilliant, did we mention that part?"

Your father laughed warmly beside you, his own hand reaching out to clasp George's shoulder. "Thank you, boys, truly. I can't tell you what it means to be here with her."

The twins beamed, sharing a glance. "No trouble at all, sir," Fred replied with a slight shrug, though you could tell by the warmth in his eyes how much it meant to him.

You shook your head, the words you wanted to say tangling in your throat. "How is this even possible? I don't—I don't understand. Fred, George...this is...it's unbelievable." Your gaze bounced between them, struggling to comprehend how they'd pulled it off. "How did you...?"

Behind them, a familiar twinkling figure emerged, his long white beard flowing down to his chest and a cheerful, slightly too-small Christmas hat perched atop his head, complete with a fluffy pom-pom that bobbed with each step. Dumbledore's gaze sparkled with mirth as he placed a hand on each of the twins' shoulders.

"I'm afraid I can't fully disclose the intricacies of this particular Christmas miracle," Dumbledore began, a playful gleam in his eye as he glanced down at the twins. "The planning has been under wraps for some time, but let's just say these two gentlemen have been very...persistent." He winked at you. "A bit of cooperation and some very studious planning on their part brought everything together."