Flower Garden (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Prologue: Periwinkle

Periwinkle: The beginning of a beautifully blossoming friendship. It also means sharing the recollection of a pleasant memory from the past. Light blue symbolizing purity and the beginning of a friendship you want to last

You were 9 years old when you met Fred and George.

It was a warm sunny day in Ottery St. Catchpole, you hugged your book as your parents urged you to walk towards the giant rickety house that stood before you.

"Come on sweetheart, Molly and Arthur have 2 sons that are just your age" Your mom takes your hand and you reluctantly follow her.

"Ava! Peter! It's so wonderful to see you again!" You jump back at the way this random lady was hugging your parents. She didn't look mean, she was short and appeared to be very friendly, and a hugger.

"This must be your daughter, Hello dear my name is Molly" she smiles a warm smile and you feel yourself relax. "Hello" you hold your hand like your parents taught you to do and smile, your book still tight against your waist. "So how was the move?"

"It was a little draining to be honest but Ottery is a lovely town.." You tune out your parent's conversation as the Weasley's home, which you later learn is called the Burrow, captures your attention.

On the living room table were plates and forks were floating from the kitchen to the table. You duck as a plate floats over your head. Moving knitting needles catch your eye, you walk behind them to see that it really is just two needles working on their own to make a sweater. It was hard to believe that you were really were a witch. Your parents were both muggleborn and decided not to use magic as much around the house. So seeing this was, amazing. Magic really was well, magical.

"Mum! We're done de-gnoming the garden can we go play now?" You spin around to see a messy haired boy standing in the doorway. He had dirt all over his face and his clothes were all messy. Still, he looked as happy as could be.

"Who are you?" He sounds very confused, then again you would be too if you found some random kid standing in your living room.

"Uh-"

"Fred! How many times have I told you not to track dirt inside the house!" Molly's shrill voice cuts you off. So that was the boy's name. Fred.

"I'm not Fred I'm George!" Now you were confused, Molly had just called him Fred so why would he say a different name? Suddenly another identical looking boy up to who you think is Fred.

"Hey! Don't blame me for your mess" Twins. They were twins. You could hear Molly mutter something to your parents before appearing in front of the three of you.

"You can go play if you want but take Y/n with you, dinner is at 7pm so make sure to clean up by then" With that Molly was gone. The twins look at each other in confusion before staring at you. You feel like sinking into the floor as they stare at you without saying a word.

"Well, you heard mum, lets go!" One of them takes your hand and drags you outside. They were very rowdy boys and honestly, you still didn't know who was who.

"Mum won't let us play quidditch yet because apparently, we're too "Irresponsible"" You laugh at the annoyed faces of both brothers. Even though you don't know much about them you assume Molly was right.

"Do you like quidditch?" One of them asks as they lead you to a shed at the bottom of the hill. "We both want to be on the team when we get older! Like our brothers" They both stand proudly at the mention of their brothers. How did two boys have so much confidence, it practically oozed off of them. A part of you was jealous at much these boys seemed to get along, you never had that before.