Fred Weasley x Reader

Chapter 14

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Reader's Pov

I was shaken awake a few hours later. Everything was packed as we headed out of camp. 

Mr. Robert's, the muggle keeper of the campsite, was very dazed and as we left wished us a "Merry Christmas."

The portkey dropped us off at Stoatshead Hill before the sun had completely risen. It was clear everyone in the group was exhausted as we were completely silent while walking to the Burrow. As soon as we rounded the corner and the Burrow came into view, a cry echoed through the morning air. 

"Oh thank goodness, thank goodness!" Mrs. Weasley came running towards us, still in her nightclothes and looking incredibly strained.

"Arthur- I've been so worried- so worried-" She flung her arms around Mr. Weasley's neck.

"You're all right," She released him and looked around at our group, "You're alive... oh boys..."

The whole group was surprised when she grabbed Fred and George and pulled them into a tight hug, causing their heads to bang together. 

"Ouch! Mum- you're strangling us-" Fred gasped.

"I shouted at you before you left! It's all I've been thinking about! What if You-Know-Who had got you, and the last thing I ever said to you was that you didn't get enough O.W.L.s? Oh Fred... George..." She trailed off as she looked over to me. Her eyes widened and watered as she released the twins and pulled me into her arms.

"Oh, Y/n! I'm so sorry! Oh my... I don't even know what to say, dear! And I yelled at you too!" Her arms tightened around my shoulders, " What if something would've happened? I'd never forgive myself!" 

I gasped for breath before Mr. Weasley saw my difficulty breathing and pried her off of me while saying, "Come on now, Molly, we're all perfectly okay." 

I rubbed my sore shoulders and gulped air when I noticed Fred rubbing his head. I gave him a smile and he returned it with a goofy grin.

After we all went inside, Mr. Weasley read from the Daily Prophet. Rita Skeeter, the terrible woman she is, overly exaggerated what happened at the Cup. She claimed that bodies had been pulled out of the woods and that the Ministry couldn't control or handle situations like this. Mr. Weasley was fuming and knew that this would surely cause more trouble for him.

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For the next few days, Mr. Weasley and Percy were hardly home. They left early in the mornings and didn't return until it was dark out. Mrs. Weasley was obviously distressed about the entire situation, but there was nothing she could do. 

Fred and George were currently sitting in the corner of the living area, talking with their heads bent over a piece of parchment. After staring out the widow and watching the garden gnomes run for shelter from the rain, I decided to see what the twins were up too.

I walked over to them and rested my chin on Fred's shoulder. He jumped a little and scrambled to hide the paper, but calmed when he realized it was me.

"Watcha' doing Freddie?" I asked.

"Nothing. What are you doing Y/n/n?" He responded.

"Currently?" I asked.

"Mmmhhmm." He hummed in response while scratching something down on the paper with his quill.

"I'm resting my head. And wondering what you and George are doing."