Not Like The Rest - Fred Weasley x Reader

Chapter 6

     As we made our way to the castle, I saw dementors scattered about the school grounds. It seemed like they were dangerously close to me. I could feel my legs weaken, but Fred and George steered me away from any dementor close by, reducing the feeling.

     I pushed any thought of the dementors to the back of my head and thought about the feast. It's our favorite part of every year, especially since there's a wide variety of food to choose from. Just the thought of the food makes my mouth water.

     As we enter the hall, the ceiling is a dark blue, droplets appearing to fall from the sky, but disappear as they fall towards the castle. Students quickly filled the hall and sat at their house's table. We sat near the door. All of us caught up with friends until Dumbledore's mighty voice rang throughout the hall.

     Dumbledore made his speech, most of which I wasn't paying attention for. All I could think about is the food yet to come. I drifted into a daydream about the piles of buttery mashed potatoes with gravy running down the sides. That daydream quickly ended once I hear my father's name.

     "The dementors of Azkaban will stay at Hogwarts until the capturing of Sirius Black who just recently escaped from Azkaban." Professor Dumbledore announced.

     With the mentioning of my father, all eyes were on me. Whispers filled the hall. I hated the attention. I wasn't all that welcome at Hogwarts to begin with, based on the fact that my grandparents served You-Know-Who. From day one, everyone excluded me and neglected my friendship. Well, everyone except Fred and George.

     "Just ignore them" George whispered to me, glaring at the rest of the students in the hall.

    "Dementors will be stationed at every entrance in Hogwarts. Even though they will be here, their presence in our school should not disrupt our daily activities." After this statement, I stoped listening to Dumbledore. I was too distracted by everyone's chatter.

     I could tell they were talking about me. It wasn't so hard to distinguish the gossip from the normal conversations. Every sentence seemed to numb me from the world even more than I already was.

     "Y/N's his daughter, right?"

     "Makes sense, she's just as much of a psychopath as her father."

     "Do you think she might be a follower of You-Know-Who too?"

     "She probably followed in her family's footsteps."

     "She's definitely a Death Eater. I can tell."

     Every word crushed me more and more. I wanted to run out of the hall, yet I knew I could never do such thing. With the dementors everywhere and myself being 'The Daughter of Sirius Black', I wouldn't get 2 feet away from the door.

     I turned to look at Fred. His face consisted of anger and sadness. He clenched his fists so much to the point his knuckles turned white. I followed his eyes to see where he was looking. Marcus Rossi, a 5th year Slytherin, was pointing at me, sneering.

     Rossi has strait dark burgundy colored hair that's combed to the side and relatively tan skin. He's slightly taller than me, but that doesn't stop me from kicking his arse. His eyes are a lifeless grey, perfectly matching his lack of feeling towards people, and his huge bushy eyebrows complimented his ginormous nose. Sometimes I wonder how he can stand in place without tipping over and falling on his face. Maybe his pearly whites would shatter during impact. I'd like that.

     If I were Harry, Rossi would be Malfoy. He does everything in his power to make my life even more miserable than it already. With Snape on his side, it's not too difficult. I always get back at him with a prank or two though. His 'friends', Link Manuel and Brisa Smith, follow him like guard dogs. It's rare to see Rossi without those two mutts.