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Y/N means Your Name

L/N means Last Name

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"George Weasley get your arse back here!" you yell while chasing a specific mischievous redhead around the school grounds.

Let me recall this: they're the first people who hung out with you and this is why you've been friends with them ever since the very first year in Hogwarts.

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“Frederick Weasley!”

Another boy with ginger hair walks up. He looks very similar to the previous Weasley so they must be twins. Though, I can't really make out their features completely because of the distance.

"The second twin. Gryffindor," says the Sorting Hat in a bored manner.

"Y/N L/N!" yells McGonagall. With a gulp, I instantly shoot up to my feet. I can feel everyone's eyes cast holes on me as I walk towards the singing hat.

As I take a seat on the stool the hat gets placed on my head by the professor.

“Hmph. Such a pure heart, but very cunning too. Where to put you..?” the hat trails off. My heart is intensely thinking neither but my mind asks for the right one for me.

“I can sense a hint of bravery as well, along with love for adventure and action,” the psychic hat thinks aloud. “Gryffindor!”

I sigh in relief and satisfaction. The Gryffindor table applauds cheerfully causing a goofy grin make its way on my face.

An empty seat is next to two boys who have ginger-coloured hair. I sit down and look back, at the centre of the attention: the Sorting Hat.

Unexpectedly, a voice from next to me speaks, breaking the deafening silence.

"Hello. You're Y/N, yes?". I look to the source of the voice and see one of the redhead twins.

"Right. And you must be.." I trail off. 

"Frederick!" I say, a bit louder than I should. The boy grimaces. "Yes, that's me, but call me Fred. I prefer it."

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You giggle as you chase George around Hogwarts' courtyard. He eventually slows down as he lacks energy and oxygen, so you take advantage.

His eyes fall on you, like a helpless deer on the headlights of a car. With a momentary burst of your muscles, you've thrown your whole body on him, making the both of you crash down to the grass like sacks of potatoes.

"Nooo! Fred help me!" George calls out hysterically.

You laugh and pin him down by sitting on his tummy and start tickling his neck.

Still grinning at him, you stop so he can breathe for a bit. Both of you inhale and exhale deeply.

After a good three minutes of catching your breath, you go back at torturing the little bird that seems to have been caught by a wet cat.

"Stop!" he yells and starts laughing again: the most beautiful melody you could ever hear. "Please, Y/N! Stop! I can't take it anymore!" George begs between laughs and struggles to escape.

Just then, a pair of strong arms pulls you off of George. You look up and see a red-faced Fred. His eyes seem teary from laughing too hard.

“Okay, Y/N, I think my other half is tortured enough for today,” he says and chuckles one last time.

You look back at George who is right behind you: a devil smirk plastered on his face. Your eyes go wide in realisation of what will follow if you don't run.

"Accio Firebolt!" you yell and delay George from letting him reach you, for as long as your broom will take to get to you. After it comes, you quickly hop on the stick, kicking off quickly like a gazelle: escaping George's vengeance.

"Hey! This isn't over! Get your scared arse back down!" George rages.

You giggle and spot Snape from behind the two redheads.

With a simple motion you make them turn around. That's when you lose it: you laugh quietly, yet hard enough to make your stomach ache.

Slightly moving toward the ground, you hang from the back of your knees after going behind Snape. You start making funny faces at them, while the old man lectures them.

Why? You know how moody Snape gets when it comes to Gryffindor students. You know they both can see you with the edge of their eyes, so you don't let down your ugly grimaces. Some sacrifices must always be made at some points.

Just then, Fred looks at you straight in the eyes.

"Mr Weasley, I truly wonder what is so interesting that steals your attention," Snape quotes ironically and you realise he's about to look behind himself. You duck –or more correctly –lift yourself a bit, so Snape won't see you.

Once the greasy professor turns back at the twins, you let your hands slip from the broomstick and hang from the back of your knees again. Putting on a smug smile on your face, you move closer to Snape so they'll laugh.

You suppress your breath so he won't find out you're making fun of him. However, he somehow manages to feel your presence.

"Miss L/N, if you really think that what you do is making fun of me because I haven't acknowledged you, then you're very wrong," Snape informs you.

Your eyes go wide and you instantly shoot up on your broom. After sitting on it properly, you move next to the twins.

“You all got yourselves detention,” he says smoothly.

"Excuse me? Miss L/N, right here deserves a detention! Not us! We didn't do anything wrong!" says Fred dramatically. You bite your bottom lip, forcing youself to not smirk.

"Fifteen points from Gryffindor, for the inappropriate behaviour." says the bat-like professor and leaves swiftly.

Once he leaves, McGonagall comes to the three of you. "Fifteen points to Gryffindor. Each." Then, a smirk shows itself on her old, yet sympathetic features and stalks away.

Dumbledore approaches after her, as he was, too, nearby, knowing what happened with the depressed professor.

“Don't worry about the detention. I'll inform Severus that the three of you will not be able to attend,” he says with sparkle in his eyes and a small smile.

"But Headmaster Dumbledore, how–" you stop abruptly when Dumbledore raises his hand to settle you down.

“I have my ways. Now go. You still have a few minutes before class starts,” he advices you.

The three of you shoot looks to each other, before taking your first step towards class.

"Oh, and George," Dumbledore adds, and you all look at the headmaster.

“Yes, Headmaster Dumbledore?”

"Make sure professors are not around when using that kind of dictionary,” he comments with an unreadable face expression.

Fred high-fives George and they both laugh at you for not managing to get them in trouble for what they did this morning.