Bound Together (Fred Weasley)

Chapter 7 - The Storm

"What?" Scarlet snorted, "Wizards? Haha you guys, that's funny. Best joke yet." Scar rolled her eyes. They were always making jokes and playing pranks on her. Or at least, trying to play pranks. They always seemed to backfire on them, or blow up in their faces. It was quite funny to see some of the things that they've come up with and made themselves. There had been talk of them owning a joke store some day.

"So what did you guys really have to tell me?" Scar questioned.

"That was what we wanted to tell you. We're wizards Scar." Fred insisted.

"Sure you are."

"Look, we'll prove it." Fred stated, pulling something long from the bag he had been carrying. George did the same. In the dim light of the fort, Scarlet thought they were giants sticks of some sort.

Standing up and pulling aside the curtain, George walked out onto the landing, with Fred close behind him.

Standing up as well, Scarlet followed. Once outside, she noticed that the giant sticks were actually brooms.

"What are you going to do? Magically sweep away the dirt out here?" Scarlet snorted.

"For your information, we will be flying." George walked to the edge, and swung his leg over the broom.

"Flying? People can't fly on brooms. You jump and you'll surely fall to your death. We're kinda high up."

"Not to worry, Scarlet dear. We'll be just fine." Said Fred, walking up and standing next to her, "Just stand back and watch." He joined his brother at the edge.

"Oh please don't jump." Scarlet begged, nervousness lacing her voice.

Fred just turned and winked at her, before pushing off with his feet, plummeting down the side of the fort. George immediately following.

Scarlet screamed and ran to the edge of the platform, throwing herself down and peering over the edge.

She screamed again as she came face to face with a floating Fred. She teetered on her knees, before plunging forward over the edge, free falling towards the ground. Her screams of terror echoing through the woods, the wind rushing in her ears, and the trees whizzing by, blurred in her vision.

But just before she hit the ground, she's suddenly jerked upward, a pair of gangly arms wrapped around her torso. Looking up, she saw Fred's ghostly white face holding her, trying to heave her up onto his broom.

With a little help from George, Scarlet is finally sitting behind Fred, arms tightly wrapped around him, head laid on his back, eyes open wide. Floating in midair.

"Scar are you okay? Oh my god I didn't mean to scare you. If I hadn't caught you in time.. You could've.. and.. All my fault.." He kept babbling, frightened out of his mind.

"I'm okay Fred." She squeezed him, "I just fell is all. And you did catch me. So don't fret about the what ifs." She paused, biting her lips, "We're really flying aren't we?" She looked over the side and down at the ground, some twenty feet below them. A rush of adrenaline coursed through her.

"Yeah. We're really flying Scarlet. And we're really wizards." George flew up next to them, poking Scar in the side, "And you were wrong about people flying on brooms."

She giggled and opened her mouth to say something, when a huge clap of thunder boomed across the sky. She yelped, startled.

"Maybe we should land." Fred said, as he directed the broom back to the fort. Soon, they were inside the fort, rain pounding heavily on the roof, and pouring down the sides.

"I can't believe I flew! That was amazing. Best day of my life! Wizards.. Wow, my best friends are wizards!" Scarlet squealed, "I can't believe you really are wizards! Tell me everything about your world." She looked at them with wide, bright eyes, "I want to know it all."

But before either of the boys can say anything, they hear someone shouting outside.

"Scarlet? Fred, George? Where are you?!" Derek shouted through the storm.

"We'll have to tell you another time Scar. Your dad is looking for us. Lets go." Fred stood up, helping Scarlet to her feet. "We'll leave the brooms here for now, and come back later."

They walk out, immediately drenched, and start down the ladder one by one. Once down, they run to Scar's dad.

"There you kids are. It's time to come in now. The storm is supposed to get worse. Boys, will your parents mind if you spend the night? They say the storm'll last all night." They look at each other, unsure, but nod just the same. Molly wouldn't want them walking back in this storm. Or flying.

"Good. Now lets head back. Scar your mums worried out of her mind."

And with that they start trekking back through the woods. After about ten minutes of sloshing through mud, they make it to the porch, where they strip their muddy shoes and extra layers of soaked clothing.

Walking into the kitchen, they're immediately engulfed in a hug by Monica.

"Thank goodness you three are okay. When you didn't come home immediately after the storm started, I started to get really worried," she gazed at them and noticed that they were shivering, "oh my. You guys must be so cold. Go on upstairs and get changed. Fred, George you can borrow some of Dom's old things, they're laid out on his bed. Once you guys are finished, come back downstairs and I'll whip up some hot cocoa for you and turn on a movie." She smiled at them as they walked upstairs, water dripping from their clothes, making a little trail.

Once changed and seated in the living room, cuddled under blankets with mugs of steaming hot chocolate wrapped in their hands, Scar looked up at Fred.

"Thank you for saving me earlier."

He smiled down at her.

"You're welcome Scar." He planted a kiss on top of her head.

Before Scarlet can say anything, the movie started. Turning back to the tv, she snuggled deeper into the blankets, her head on Fred's lap, and fell asleep.

Several hours later, Scarlet woke up, her head still in Fred's lap. The movie was long over. The living room dark. Outside, the storm still raged on. Lashing at the windows and pounding on the roof. Shrieking and screaming with all its might.

Normally, Scarlet would've been scared, as much as she loved storms, but Fred and George were here. She felt very safe.

Letting out a very content sigh, she curled up, and fell back asleep. Dreaming of flying wizards and magical beings.

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