[Being Rewritten] Fred Weasley X Slytherin Reader

3. Memories

         "Mum! Dad! I got a letter. I don't know who sent it." You shout to your parents in the other room. They run in and look at the envelope.

         "You can open that, darling," Your mom says looking at you with a smile.

         You open the letter and begin reading. "I'm a witch?" You look up at them. Your mom nods with tears in her eyes. "Awesome!" You run into your dad's open arms and you have a family group hug.

          "Does that mean we can use magic around the house again?" Your dad asks, and your mom laughs.

         "I believe we can, sweetheart."

[]         []         []

         "Where are we going again, Mum?"

         "It's called Diagon Alley. It's where you'll get everything for school."

         "Oh! What's that!" You shout pointing at the Quidditch shop.

          "You can't get anything from there until next year, love." Your dad says.

         "Oh. Okay. Ooh! What's that!" You drag your parents around for hours. You only manage to get what you need because your parents split up.

         You walk into Ollivanders and get your wand after almost destroying the store a few times. It's a y/wc. It slightly curved in the middle, but other than that it was a straight line.

         Your parents brought you to get a pet. You didn't have one at home, you found out because your parents hoped you would get one when you went to Hogwarts.

         You look around at the animals. There are owls, toads, cats, and rats. You found the toads and rats kinda creepy, and your parents didn't want one either. Your parents were quite fond of their owls before they died, you knew. Maybe you'd get one.

         You turn to tell your parents when you see him. A small cat over in a cage behind the desk. He's gray with white on his stomach. He sat in the cage meowing quietly and his tail swished back and forth.

         "That one." You point.

         "Are you sure?" You dad asked. You nod.

         "He looks lonely. And he's cute."

         Your dad nods and asks the lady at the register for the cat.

        "Sir, this cat has been here for years. Are you sure you don't want a younger cat?"

        "How old?"

        "We aren't sure. I'd say about seven." They look at you and you step forward.

         "May I have him?"

         The lady smiles. "Of course." She goes in the back and gives your dad what papers they have on him. You all go home, and you can't wait for school to start.

[]         []         []

         You sit in an empty compartment with c/n. You hope and dread the moment when someone else walks in. You sit there looking out the window, petting c/n when someone opens the door.

         "Have you seen a toad? Some-"

         "No! You shout when c/n jumps off your lap and starts running through the train. You run down the hall and bump into someone.

         "Sorry."

         "It's alright. He yours?" The boy holds up your cat.

         "Yeah. Thanks." You take the cat from him and start turning to talk back to your compartment.