In Every Moment | fred weasley x reader

Dementors

The train's grating whistle pierced the air alongside a heavy puff of smoke, and the bustling throng of families and students gathered towards the doors of the Hogwarts Express. After a slightly-panicked kiss on the cheek from Mrs Weasley and a warm hug from Mr Weasley, you grabbed Ginny's hand and followed the twins onto the train and through the packed corridors. 

George found Lee's compartment and beckoned the three of you into the warm space. The compartment was already filled with a few other people, so it was a rather tight squeeze. You shuffled through the doors and threw your luggage into the rack before plopping yourself down between Fred and their Quidditch captain, Oliver Wood. You smiled politely at him, nodding slightly, before turning your attention to Fred, and to Ginny who sat opposite, next to George, Lee and Angelina. 

The train rattled through the familiar sprawling countryside and the conversation drifted around new school subjects or bets on who the new defence of the dark arts professor would be or, when Oliver Wood spoke, Quidditch. As the twins leaned in with Lee to discuss some kind of top secret plan that you didn't want to hear, you stood up to reach for your trunk. You stood onto your tiptoes and stretched your arms up as far as you could to unflip the buckles, your navy cardigan lifting up slightly as you did so. You sighed, annoyed, as your fingertips just grazed the edge of your trunk. 

Oliver Wood stood up and effortlessly reached over, standing at a solid six feet. He unlocked your trunk and raised an eyebrow. "What are you looking for?" He asked politely, his voice twinged with an accent. You smiled. 

"Uh, my book. It's the big red one, labelled 'An Encyclopaedic Compendium of Rare and Dangerous Magical Beasts.'"

Oliver chuckled and nodded as he found the book and passed it to you. "A very catchy title," he said, clicking your trunk back shut and sitting down. You giggled, nodding.

"I was thinking of getting it tattooed one day," you replied, settling back down and cracking open the book to the marked page. Oliver laughed and crossed his arms, leaning back against the seat. 

You looked down to start reading the thirteenth chapter when you noticed that Lee and George were talking between each other, no longer including Fred in the conversation. Your eyes flitted up and saw that Fred was watching you intently, his brows furrowed slightly. 

"You okay, Freddie?" You said quietly, turning your head to the window. Heavy, harsh rain was battering against the glass, and the sky was far darker than usual. A cold wind roared outside and you pulled the sleeves of your cardigan tighter against your hands. Fred nodded slowly. He eventually smiled and shifted back to talking about dungbombs or something involving Filch and smoke with Lee and George. Ginny and Angelina chatted animatedly about the Holyhead Harpies, Ginny's favourite Quidditch team, and you focused back on your book. 

The rain outside grew louder and harsher, as though the clouds were pouring full buckets down from the grey, murky skies. The wind howled eerily and the sky around you became so dark that the lights flickered on in the train. Your brow furrowed, looking up from your page about Erumpents. Your eyes flickered to your old brown watch on your wrist and you checked the time. 

"Hm," you sighed, confused. A pang of fear tugged in your stomach. "It's far too early for the lights to come on." 

Fred turned to you. "What do you mean?" 

You shrugged lightly, as though it was nothing. "Oh, it's just that normally the lights on the train don't come on until around 5pm. But it's only just gone 1pm. I'm sure it's nothing..." Your voice trailed off and you tilted your head back down to your book, but something in your gut told you that it wasn't nothing. Oliver, who'd been sat in silence, fiddling with some kind of snitch replica, turned to you.