𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒; fred weasley x fem!reader

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE; privet drive

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PART TWO
Privet Drive

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" y/n's point of view "

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I WENT THROUGH the green fire and soon I was cramped up in a very small space against Fred's chest.

"Ouch! Fred, no - go back, go back, there's been some kind of mistake - tell George not to - OUCH! George, no, there's no room, go back quickly and tell Ron -" Arthur was saying as the boys came through.

"Maybe Harry can hear us, Dad - maybe he'll be able to let us out -" Fred said.

Mr Weasley began banging his fists on the wall of the dark room.

"Harry? Harry, can you hear us?"

"What is this?" A man's voice growled from the other side. "What's going on?"

"They - they've tried to get here by Floo powder." Said another voice I recognised as Harry. "They can travel by fire - only you've blocked the fireplace - hang on - Mr. Weasley? Can you hear me?"

Arthur stopped banging and said "Shh!"

"Mr. Weasley, it's Harry...the fireplace has been blocked up. You won't be able to get through there."

"Damn!" said Mr. Weasley. "What on earth did they want to block up the fireplace for?"

"They've got an electric fire." Harry explained.

"Really?" Said Mr. Weasley excitedly. "Eclectic, you say? With a plug? Gracious, I must see that....Let's think...Ouch, Ron!"

Ron now joined us, cramping the small space even more as I was squished between the twins.

"What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?" He asked.

"Oh no, Ron," Fred spoke, very sarcastically. "No, this is exactly where we wanted to end up."

"Yeah, we're having the time of our lives here," Said George, whose voice sounded muffled, as he was squashed against the wall.

"Boys, boys..." Mr. Weasley said. "I'm trying to think what to do....Yes...only way...Stand back, Harry."

"Wait a moment!" The man's voice bellowed. "What exactly are you going to -"

BANG.

The wall in front of us exploded and Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, Ron and I fell out in a cloud of rubble and loose chippings.

A tall and rather thin woman shrieked and fell backward over the coffee table, the beefy man beside her caught her before she hit the floor, and gaped, speechless, at the Weasleys and I.

"That's better," Mr. Weasley panted, brushing dust from his long green robes and straightening his glasses. "Ah - you must be Harry's aunt and uncle!"

He moved toward Harry's uncle, his hand outstretched, but Vernon backed away several paces, dragging Harry's Aunt.

"Er - yes - sorry about that," Mr. Weasley said, lowering his hand and looking over his shoulder at the blasted fireplace. "It's all my fault. It just didn't occur to me that we wouldn't be able to get out at the other end. I had your fireplace connected to the Floo Network, you see - just for an afternoon, you know, so we could get Harry. Muggle fireplaces aren't supposed to be connected, strictly speaking - but I've got a useful contact at the Floo Regulation Panel and he fixed it for me. I can put it right in a jiffy, though, don't worry. I'll light a fire to send the kids back, and then I can repair your fireplace before I Disapparate."