hell or high water | fred weasley

"Frederick Gideon Weasley, you are an absolute terror."

His responding grin was sharp. A promise for chaos.

"And you, Winslow Aoife, are beautiful."

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It all started at the end of her fifth year. They met by chance, nursing respective wounds in the Hospital Wing-a collision of fates that sparked a conversation neither of them expected.

Fred knew nothing more than her name, but she intrigued him. Winslow was a puzzle he couldn't resist solving. What made her retreat into herself so fiercely? Why were her knuckles bandaged more often than not? And why did the whispers in the corridors speak of her 'right hook' with such...fearful respect?

As the shadows of war begin to fall over the wizarding world, Fred and Winslow will find their lives intertwined in ways they never imagined. Together, they will face the challenges of growing up in a world on the edge of war and finding strength in each other.

Because sometimes, the strongest kind of magic is the one that sneaks up on you-slowly, stubbornly, and all at once.

[PoA - DH]