Fred Weasley X Reader (FINISHED)

Ch. 2

Professor Dumbledore took control of the school. By his side was a nice teacher named Professor McGonagull. There were other teachers, too, that you would have to learn as you go through your classes.

First years were being sorted into their houses. According to Professor Dumbledore, the houses were Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Griffindor. You thought Slytherin seemed cool; you always wanted a snake as a pet.

Fred told you he was in Griffindor. You blinked and suddenly thought, Well, I think Griffindor is nice, too. I mean, how bad would it be? And lions are ten times as big and mighty as snakes!

You hated to admit that you wanted Griffindor, now, more than Slytherin.

You were sorted last because you were in the fifth year with Fred and George.

Professor McGonagull put a raggy brown hat on you. You wondered why. To your astonishment, the hat screamed, "Griffindor!" What?! The hat can talk? This was magic, eh...?

Then, there was a feast. You had skipped lunch awhile ago because your mother cooked something bad, but you didn't want to say you hated her cooking.

You put loads of food on your plate. Fred was surprised. "Hungry, much?" He teased, poking your arm. You smiled at him and took a bite out of a kipper.

You finished chewing and looked at the Slytherin table. You dropped your fork loudly.

The Slytherins seemed so... Angry and aggressive... Why?! They looked dangerous. In fact, you saw a slick blonde boy sneering at another boy from our table.

"Who's that blonde boy?" I asked Fred. "Oh, him? Draco Malfoy. He's a real annoying-" (he said something bad, so you said, "Fred Weasley!")

Fred swallowed a bite of chicken. "I wouldn't give a damn if he died." You sighed. "Fred, don't. I bet he is annoying, but you don't want to get in trouble by him. He wouldn't be worth it." Fred chuckled.

"You haven't met him," he retorted. "You would love to give him a real kick in the-" "Don't, Fred!" You cried. Fred shrunk in his chair and continued to eat. "Okay."

George laughed from beside them.

"Are you talking about Snape? That's who you need to look out for. He's a real git." Fred nodded. You sighed again. "Maybe he's not that bad. I read all about potions in summer; I think they're fascinating. I love reading potion ingredients and stuff."

Fred snorted. "Hermione does, too." "What was that?" You heard the arrogant voice. "Sorry, Hermione, we were just talking about Snape. Fred just told me that you read potions in summer like I did."

Hermione nodded. "Yeah, I did," she said coolly. Fred and George exchanged smirks. "Okay, Hermione, how did you read all of that?" Fred asked, smiling.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "I don't know! Now let me eat," she snapped. "Don't have a go at Fred!" You hissed.

Hermione met your eyes defiantly. She said nothing and left them alone. "Alright, about Snape. He isn't that bad, is he?" You asked, scowling after Hermione.

"Yup," George said. "He is. You'll probably have bad luck with him." Fred elbowed him in the ribs. "Maybe, she won't."

George shrugged. "Alright, cool. I'm stuffed."

The next day, you were extremely confused from all the subjects. You weren't learning math or reading or science or social studies. Well, you'll learn about History of Magic later the first day. But that would be after Defense Against the Dark Arts.

There was a new teacher. You didn't know this, but Fred told you about how the teachers changed a lot.

Now, you were heading to DADA (Defense Against the Dark Arts) with Fred and George.