𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 - Harry Potter x Fem!Reader¹

3.. WEASLEYS' WIZARD WHEEZES

Y/N spun faster and faster, elbows tucked tightly to her sides, blurred fireplaces flashing past her, until she started to feel sick and closed her eyes. Then, when at last she felt herself slowing down, she threw out her hands and came to a halt in time to prevent herself from falling face forward out of the Weasleys' kitchen fire.

"Did he eat it?" said Fred excitedly, holding out a hand to pull her to his feet.

"Yeah," she said, straightening up. "But — but what was it?"

"Ton-Tongue Toffee," said Fred brightly. "George and I invented them, and we've been looking for someone to test them on all summer...."

The tiny kitchen exploded with laughter.

"It doesn't... hurt him, does it?"

"Not at all," Fred said, grinning widely. "Well, maybe a little. But it's more about the shock value than anything. The tongue'll shrink back to normal soon enough."

Y/N looked around, and her eyes brightened when she spotted the Potters sitting comfortably at the scrubbed wooden table.

"Y/N!" Mrs. Potter exclaimed warmly, her voice as soft as it was loving. She stood up to give Y/N a quick hug. "So good to see you, dear."

"Ton-Tongue Toffees, huh?" said Mr. Potter, looking amused. "You've got to admire the creativity. Imagine the fun we could have with those at the next family gathering."

Mrs. Potter shot him a look. "Oh, please, don't give them any ideas. The last thing we need is you three causing trouble at Jonathan's birthday party next year with those things."

Fred grinned. "Oh, we wouldn't dream of it. But we could be persuaded, you know."

George nodded sagely. "Only if you let us test a few more ideas first, Mrs. Potter."

When Mrs. Potter wasn't looking, however, Mr. Potter sent a wink towards the twins. Fred and George looked very proud of themselves.

Y/N saw that Ron, George, and Jonathan across from Mr. and Mrs. Potter with two red-haired people she had never seen before, though she knew immediately who they must be: Bill and Charlie, the two eldest Weasley brothers.

"How're you doing, Y/N?" said the nearer of the two, grinning at her and holding out a large hand, which Y/N shook, feeling calluses and blisters under her fingers. This had to be Charlie, who worked with dragons in Romania.

Charlie was built like the twins, shorter and stockier than Percy and Ron, who were both long and lanky. He had a broad, good-natured face, which was weather-beaten and so freckly that he looked almost tanned; his arms were muscular, and one of them had a large, shiny burn on it.

"Good, thank you."

Bill got to his feet, smiling, and also shook Y/N's hand.

Bill came as something of a surprise. She knew that he worked for the wizarding bank, Gringotts, and that he had been Head Boy at Hogwarts; she had always imagined him to be an older version of Percy: fussy about rulebreaking and fond of bossing everyone around. However, Bill was — there was no other word for it — cool.

He was tall, with long hair that he had tied back in a ponytail. He was wearing an earring with what looked like a fang dangling from it. Bill's clothes would not have looked out of place at a rock concert, except that Y/N recognized his boots to be made, not of leather, but of dragon hide.

Before any of them could say anything else, there was a faint popping noise, and Mr. Weasley appeared out of thin air at George's shoulder. He was looking angrier than Y/N had ever seen him.