Pranks and Perks (Weasley Twins x Reader)

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« Again. C'mon, concentrate.»

«  I can't anymore. »

« I did not ask if you could. »

Sweating in an ugly tracksuit, you were training with Mr. Shacklebolt somewhere in the forbidden forest. The Auror was teaching you advanced hexes and charms, ones you only hoped to learn in your last year at Hogwarts or after. You took a deep breath and jumped on your spot trying to regain some energy. For almost two weeks now, you had been training and it had been draining. Back to school was tomorrow, and you couldn't focus right. You thought about that night at the Quidditch World Cup about ten days ago. An order created by Dumbledore was forming slowly and you were part of it. You, a child.

« You're making progress child. »

You looked at Kingsley, you liked and disliked this affectionate surname. You liked it because it proved the man cared, which you expected after two weeks training together. You also liked it because it reminded you of your reality. You were still a student after all. And before all.
Still, you hated being called « child », because it reminded you of all the lack of knowledge you had to overcome to be taken seriously by the people that counted on you. Dumbledore, Shacklebolt, Lupin, but mostly Harry. Yes, you had to remember everything Dumbledore had told you that morning on that secret island. From that moment on he had revealed you and a few other wizard, were part of a group, an order.

« The mark has appeared, and before that a rumour spread about the Riddle house being occupied. The ministry is collapsing under fear after the incident of the Quidditch World Cup, and I bet they won't admit that indeed...the menace is here. An ideology doesn't die with its leader. Evil never dies, it can only be fought, again and again. » said Kingsley while you aimed at the huge rock before you.

It was almost the size of a cabin. And it was mostly heavy and resistant. You concentrated, shushing all the thoughts of the past few days inside of you. You shushed the darkness, the pine trees, the quidditch World Cup, the almost kiss... On that last note you felt so empowered you twist your all arm and threw your whole energy towards the rock. In one curse, you destroyed it in a big explosion.

You panted, looking at the Auror to your left. He looked at you flabbergasted and you almost collapsed from the effort. But he caught you, holding you by the elbow. You looked at the dust in front of you.

« I only expected you to break it, not to reduce it to smoke. »

You smiled, happy about yourself. Yes, it felt good to be a student again, your obsession with school was that bad. That's when Dumbledore appeared behind you, applauding a little which startled you. The Headmaster congratulated you as he made a sign to Kingsley to come closer to him. Tired by the effort, you went to sit on a tree trunk that had fell to make a bench. The forest was lit by a dim light, for the trees covered the sky and only let the light filtered through their branches. You breathed and smelled that pine scent that reminded you of your incident with George. You could feel his warmth again on your forehead, his breath on your lips, the tickle of his hair falling on your cheeks...

"You'll have to go back tonight to London, we can't let people ask why you were already in Hogwarts before everyone else." said the Headmaster. "Kingsley will bring you back with him, you'll stay at 12 Grimmauld Place."

You almost fell of your seat blushing like you were caught in your fantasy.

That night when you were left in that muggle neighborhood, two suitcases under each arm, a scarf hanging loosely unto your neck, you searched in vain the number 12. You stood in between the number 11 et 13 confused.

« Is this a joke ? » you said grasping your left suitcases which was dropping slowly under your armpit.

And then, a drop of rain on your forehead. Your face crossed with a dead expression, the rain started to pour like crazy. You looked everywhere around you but there was nowhere to hide from the rain.