Weasley Twins Oneshots

1-Fred Weasley-Female reader

Paige

      It was my turn to face the Boggart in  Professor Lupin's class. To say I wasn't nervous is a big fat lie. I'm shaking like a leaf and Professor Lupin notices it too because he nudges me forward gently. I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth, closing my eyes before opening them again to stare into the chest.

       What comes out is much scarier than I could've imagined. It was ten times worse than I anticipated. There stood myself, sniffing and crouched on the ground with many people I knew surrounding my small frame, laughing at me and spitting insults. I shake my head, tears glistening in my eyes. The people turn their backs on me, crossing their arms while I scream for them to turn around and listen to me but they pretend that they don't hear me. I shudder and close my eyes as the people surrounding me advance on me and make their way towards my real self, an evil glint in their eyes. My chest feels heavy and my breaths are coming in short puffs. 

"You are nothing." Said one of the people-my mother who is a very well known death eater. 

"You are stupid." Says another person-my father. 

"You are a BLOOD-TRAITOR!" Came one other voice-my father's best friend, Lucius Malfoy. 

"SLUT!" Bellowed the last voice of my best friend Bess. 

       I fall to the ground and scream bloody murder. I hate this so much, I'm a weakling. I'm truly nothing but a waste of space. Tears drip down my cheeks as Professor Lupin takes care of the boggart while I'm carried away by two people..two identical looking Gryffindors. Fred and George Weasley. I sniffle and writhe as much as possible before I just simply go limp and begin sobbing, dead weighting on them as I whimper. They sit me down a few corridors away and one of them-Fred- cuddles me into their side as he strokes my hair lovingly. Fred whispers soothing words into my ear as he rubs my arm soothingly. I shake my head, more tears dripping down my cheeks. Soon, the silence was broken by Fred. 

"Are you alright?" He asks me softly, as if saying the wrong thing would tip me over the edge. 

I nod my head before thinking for a short moment and then shaking my head. "No." I murmur.

"What can I do to make you feel okay?" He asks me.

"I don't know. I just want to crawl in a hole and rot." I whimper, a small sob escaping my lips. 

"Hey! Don't say that! Everything is okay, you'll be okay. I promise." Fred says, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer. 

"I have a question..." George says softly. 

I turn my head to the side to look at George's concerned face. "Yeah?" I ask.

"The things that the boggart said...do you believe them?" He inquires. 

I close my eyes and sigh. "Yeah..." I trail off. 

Fred and George look at each other before looking at me. "Why would you believe those things about yourself? You are beautiful and charming-" 

"Caring and sweet-" 

"Loving and generous-" 

"Sexy and intelligent-" 

"And you are pure and not a slut." Fred ends, looking deeply into my brown eyes. 

I blink back the happy tears and wrap my arms around his waist, hugging him tight. "Thank you guys so much for your kind words." I murmur. 

"Are your parents really like that?" Fred whispers into my hairline. 

I sigh, here comes the hard part. I nod slightly.