Fred Weasley x Reader

Chapter 5

F/C= Favorite color

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"Perhaps I should go, too?" I asked Mr. Weasley. 

Arthur, Ron, Fred and George were about to Floo to Harry's aunt and uncles. I honestly thought the twins going was a bit absurd, but someone had to carry the school trunk. 

"Why would you like to go Y/N?" Molly asked. 

"It just that Harry told me all about his muggle aunt and uncle, and they don't seem to take a liking to magic folk very well. So I thought, since i'm muggle-born, I could help." 

"Excellent idea Y/N!" Arthur called. 

Okay, so maybe, all of that was a lie. I mean, I am muggle-born, but I just wanted to see Harry's cousin eat one of the sweets Fred and George created. Apparently, he has been on a diet so he should take one right away.

"I'll go first, Fred then George after, Y/N can come before Ron." Arthur announced while stepping up to the fireplace. He took a handful of the powder while stepping into the tight area. 

"Number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging Surrey!" He shouted while throwing down the powder. Green flames licked at his tail coats before he disappeared. Fred and George then followed and right after so did I. 

The warm green flames engulfed me and I was spinning. 

Until I smashed against someone. 

"-an electric fire," Harry's voice spoke. 

"Whats going on?" I mumbled to the person in front of me. 

"They've boarded up the bloody entrance." George winced as I accidentally stepped on his foot.

"Sorry."

"-Gracious, I must see that.... Let's think....Ouch, Ron!" Mr. Weasley said. 

Ron had now slammed into the back of me.

"What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?" He asked shoving me forward to make room.

"Oh no, Ron. No, this is exactly where we wanted to end up." Fred said sarcastically.

"Yeah, we're having the time of our lives here." George added, being squished into the wall.

"Boys, boys..." Mr. Weasley said. "I'm trying to think what to do... Yes... Only way... Stand back, Harry."

"He wouldn't." I whispered to Fred.

BANG!

Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, Ron and I all tumbled to the floor in a cloud of rubble and brick pieces. Harry's aunt shrieked and fell backwards over the coffee table, which was quite funny, but her husband caught her before she hit the floor. 

"Get off you git!" I mumble shoving Fred to the side and off my stomach. 

"That's better." Mr. Weasley announced while straightening his glasses and brushing dust from his robes. 

I got to my feet and brushed the powder off of my F/C cloak. 

"Ah- You must be Harry's aunt and uncle!" Mr. Weasley greeted, moving towards the pudgy man with his hand outstretched. Harry's uncle backed away several steps, dragging the woman with him. The mans suit was covered in white dust as was his hair, making him look many years older than he was.  

"Er- yes- Sorry about that," Mr. Weasley apologized, "It's all my fault. It just didn't occur to me that we wouldn't be able to get out at the other end. I had your fireplace connected to the Floo Network, you see- just for an afternoon, you know, so we could come get Harry. Muggle fireplaces aren't supposed to be connected, strictly speaking - but I've got a useful contact at the Floo Regulation Panel and he fixed it for me. I can put it right in a jiffy, though, don't worry. I'll light a fire to send the boys and Y/N back, and then I can repair your fireplace before I Disapparate."