Not Like The Rest - Fred Weasley x Reader

Chapter 19

A/N: Hey, the song is just a song that I really like. It has nothing to do with the actual story. If you want to listen to it, cool. If not, that's also cool. Just enjoy.
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I never would have guessed that Snape would train me. He's biased towards Slitherins, he's rude, his hair looks like a make shift slip n' slide, and his nose is bigger and longer than my list of detentions from him over the years, and that list is huge. I mean, it could be worse, right?

I could have gotten Rossi or one of his pets to lecture me on how I'm a big disgrace to all purebloods, or how my father's awful decisions have rubbed off on me over the years. I probably would have been hexed every time they decided I did something wrong or disrespectful. Luckily Professor Dumbledore would never assign a teaching role like this to a students as inexperienced as Rossi, Smith, and Manuel.

I somewhat understand why Snape is my 'teacher' for this. He's strict, so there wouldn't be any messing around, and off of what I know, he's very, very educated in all subjects. It's a huge disappointment that he's such a stuck up bastard. I mean, what crawled up his slimy arse? Maybe a dragon. That would explain why he's always so high tempered. Or maybe it's just because he's insecure and hurt. Maybe someone hurt him so much that it broke him into pieces. I highly doubt that though.

Last year, I found out my aunt, the last living family member on my mother's side, had been murdered at work while she was finishing some paper work. I wasn't able to see much of my aunt when I was younger, but we were relatively close. The news hit me harder than I would have expected. I was a mess for the rest of the week, my hair unbridled and my clothes wrinkled. One day during Potions, I broke down in the middle of a lecture. My sobs were uncontrollably loud, alerting everyone in the class that I had become upset. Tears stained my face and my eyes glowed red as well as my cheeks. All Snape could do was snarl at me, tell me off for interrupting, then send me out of the classroom. That day showed me how heartless he really was.

     "Why Snape exactly?" I asked. Why not someone else, such as yourself?"

     "Professor Snape, Miss Y/N." He corrected me. I held back the urge to roll my eyes at the slight critique. "The reason I chose Professor Snape is nothing more than that his knowledge of this subject reaches further than my own. I feel as though if I taught you, I would hold you back from your full potential. Professor Snape has never come short of my expectations, Miss Y/N. You have nothing to worry about."

     He continued, despite my urge to speak. "I understand why you would feel uncomfortable with Professor Snape having private lessons with you. I'm highly aware of your reputation with Professor Snape. You're so much like your father in that way."

     "What do you mean by that?" I shouted, almost insulted by the comment.

     "Sirius Black was troublesome and reckless in his years of schooling. He pulled pranks, hosted parties, and as I know of, snuck out after curfew. He was in Gryffindor, though your family tended to lean towards the Slytherin house. Unlike your family, Sirius Black was an outstanding man during his good years. It's such a terrible thing that he went down the route that he did." Dumbledore's face stayed neutral; his voice was nonchalant through the whole conversation. It somewhat amazed me how calm he was. I could never see myself in the same position.

"What exactly are you referring to?" I asked with confusion. This still didn't really fit together.

"You both found breaking school rules entertaining. I would have to assume it was passed on." With that comment, my face flushed crimson. Though I loved pulling pranks, I wasn't exactly proud of everything I've done. Sure, I love a lot of the pranks I pull and long to make them even more effective and get better reactions, but that's not exactly what I want for the rest of my life.