raison d'être (george weasley x reader)

5.7

"That's not quite right."

Y/N pressed her palms into her eyes and grumbled, "Screw Potions. It's not even real anyways."

"Y/N, you can't just threaten to shove a bezoar down every poisoned man's throat," Adrian replied with a small smile.

"Well, it would work, wouldn't it?" she snapped.

"I suppose," he sighed before handing the parchment back to her. "But, Professor Snape is going to dock you for that."

"I give up," she said, already starting to re-roll the scroll. "It's getting late and I think my brain is malfunctioning."

Adrian checked his watch and gave a curt nod. "I'll walk you back," he offered, but Y/N waved him off.

"It's alright," she said, piling her books into her arms. "I need to clear my head. I've read too many textbooks today."

She bid Adrien a brief goodbye before heading towards Gryffindor tower. Many of the students were still out and about, especially those who had had a late dinner, so she wasn't wandering back alone.

She had made it a few feet from the tower's entrance when she heard a commotion near the stairs. Her brows furrowed as she looked up to see a crowd of red surrounding the portrait entrance.

"Excuse me," she mumbled, quickening her pace and pushing through the crowd to reach the top. "Sorry. Excuse me. One moment- woah!"

She had not been the only one trying to ascend the stairs and had been pushed to the side as others attempted to reach the top before her. Luckily, a hand had steadied her and she glanced back to see Percy standing nearby.

"Out of my way," he instructed, sparing her a brief glance before nodding for her to follow. "Head Boy coming through!"

Y/N quickly rushed after him, especially grateful to be close to the Weasleys in that moment.

Once they reached the top of the stairs, Y/N's eyes widened. The portrait of the Fat Lady had a series of scratch marks dragged across it and the woman was nowhere to be found. She felt a pit slowly begin to form.

"Headmaster's here!" Percy shouted, having turned his attention back on the steps. "Everyone, out of his way!"

Percy pushed Y/N to the side, where she was quickly pulled back into the crowd. Her eyes briefly flicked down to the hands on her arms and she glanced up to see that she had been handed to George, who was now steadily keeping her in place.

"Mr. Filch, round up the ghosts," Dumbledore instructed. "Tell them to search every painting in the castle and find the Fat Lady."

"There's no need for ghosts, Professor," Filch said, back turned to Dumbledore. He raised a finger up to the level above them, "Fat Lady's there."

In a rush, all the students began racing up the steps to where Filch had pointed. Percy, to no avail, shouted out demands for them to slow down.

"Dear Lady, who did this to you?" Dumbledore asked after reaching the portrait she was now hiding in.

The woman began to cry as she spoke, "Eyes like the devil and a soul as dark as his name. It's him, Headmaster. The one they all talk about, he's here somewhere in the castle: Sirius Black!"

Y/N took a step back at the news, feeling the pit grow in her stomach. George took one look at her and pulled her close, keeping a firm grip on her arm as panic began to seep into her features.

"Secure the castle, Mr. Filch," Dumbledore instructed quietly before shouting out, "The rest of you, to the Great Hall!"

Y/N looked over to see Fred ushering Harry, Ron, and Hermione down the stairs.