Raised By A Killer // Harry Potter FanFic //

Going Out With A Bang

"You know, I was really worried about you" Fred says as we continue to make our way to the astronomy tower.

"I was worried about you, and everyone who got dragged into this. I was so stupid and now I've paid the ultimate price."

Fred grabs my hand, squeezing it lightly. "No one knew that was going to happen. It's not your fault."

I squeeze back briefly as we walk out into the cold wind at the top of the tower.

We sit and look out towards Hogsmead, my lips parting open and closed again every few seconds, the question on the tip of my tongue.

"Fred?" I ask, and he adverts his eyes away from where they have wondered to the night sky. "Do you think, just for over the holidays, I'd be able to-"

"Stay with us? Don't worry about that. Mums already talked to Dumbledore." I wrap my arms around him, for comfort and warmth. I close my eyes, trapping the hot tears so they don't begin to fall again.

"You're Mum is one of the kindest people I know," I whisper into Fred's chest.

"I know," Fred says, stoking my hair, "I'm pretty lucky."

"It's only just occurred to me that I'll never know what she was like. My mum, I mean. I have so many questions I should have asked Dad at Christmas but now I can't. I only have the photo to imagine her, and even that won't be right. And it's the same with Dad. I only spent a few weeks with him..."

"I can't imagine what you're going through, but I do know that there are so many people that still care for you and will look out for you. Me included." I look up into his eyes.

"I guess everything is just like before. But at the same time it is completely different. I didn't know that there could be such a thing."

"That's the complex thing about life I guess, you never know how it's going to plan out," he says as he takes me hand and we stand again. "Well, except for the one thing I am certain of..."

"Yeah, what's that?" I ask, interlacing my hand with his.

"I will always fight for you. For us."

*

The terms end was going dreadfully slow. In order to do defence against the dark arts next year I needed a good OWL, which meant every spare moment was spent revising.

It also meant that the more time I focused on studying, the less I thought about what happened at the Ministry of Magic.

"Trista," Hermione says, causing me to stop mid way through reading my notes. "We need to go, it's going to start in fifteen minutes."

I sigh, close my notebook and walk with Hermione, Harry and Ron to the great hall, which had been completely transformed so that rows upon rows of single person desks were lined up. Just as I am about to enter, Fred and George run up to us.

"Enjoy!" George says grinning and we shake our heads.

"This is going to be anything BUT joyful," Ron replies, "the toad is still supervising us."

"Not the exam you pile of dung," George laughs.

"He means enjoy the show," Fred explains.

"The show?" I ask, acting surprised and raising my eyebrows.

"You'll see," he says winking. But I knew exactly what they were going to do, while Ron, Hermione and Harry had no idea. Fred had told me yesterday morning on a short walk around the lake. He said he needed to get me to stop studying for five minutes.

Hermione rolls her eyes and leads us in to the great hall. I sit behind her, with Ron on my right and Harry on Hermione's left.

Our exam papers are dropped onto our desks.

"You may begin," Professor Umbridge croaks and I open the booklet. I silently cheer as I read the first essay question. It was the one I had practiced at least ten times.

My quill was scratching ferociously across the paper, sentence after sentence. I'd often stop, looking across to see how Ron and Harry were doing. Neither seemed to be writing as fast as Hermione.

My hand was beginning to ache and I checked the time to see how long before the twins came to the party. Just as I finish my third paragraph, I heard it.

Bang pop pop pop. The unmistakable sound of fireworks. The Great Hall suddenly explodes in an array of light as Fred and George fly in on their brooms. Professor Umbridge rises out of her chair as quick as lightning and begins to chase them, raising her wand and firing spells. All the students erupt into fits of laughter.

The fireworks were incredible. Spelling words and forming animals that chased the toad. There were dragons and hipogriffs and unicorns and nifflers, which I asked Fred to make.

"From now on you'll find us at Number 93 in Diagon Alley!" The twins yell.

And with that, one final, incredibly loud bang erupted and the words WEASLEY'S WIZARD WEEZES was written across the ceiling. I smile up at Fred, "bye!" I say waving and smiling crazily.

"Give her hell from us Peeves!" The twins say before flying out of the great hall.

During the chaos, most of the students had risen out of their chairs and were now looking around at the mess Fred and George had made. Just as Professor Umbridge was about to quiet everyone down Peeves flew in and, just as Fred and George had commanded, began chasing Umbridge, throwing books and ink bottles at her head.

"What do we do now?" Ron asks. We look at each other and run, out of the exam room and out of the castle; watching and laughing at the sight of the toad leaping away.

The cheering lasted for ten minutes, and it was only when Professor Dumbledore announced that it was lunch that it seized and we went back inside.

"Unbelievable" Hermione says, "why could they not have waited another twenty minutes, now we are going to have to retake them!"

I laugh. "Trust them to make an exit like that" Harry says.

"Mum is going to be so mad," Ron mumbles.

"They'll be fine. They've got it sorted out." I say.

"How do you know?" Ron asks.

"Fred may or may not have told me their plan."

Ron snorts, "of course he did. He wouldn't tell his brother but he'd tell you. I better get a discount at this place."

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Authors Note

Hey everyone! So this is the final chapter of 'Raised by a Killer'. Sorry it's probably a bit of a let down after the wait but I'm going to do a few more chapters as snippets so y'all know what happens to everyone.

I've had a really great time writing this and bringing Trista to life - even if it did take me almost two years to finally finish.

Thanks for all the reads and votes and comments and love.

Erin x
A Proud Potterhead ⚡️