celestialinception

[celestialinception]

Inconvenient Lust Potions - Smut

Summary: Y/n is drugged with a powerful aphrodisiac by her school enemy as a cruel prank. She won’t be able to get rid of the problem unless someone takes care of her, and Fred Weasley is more than happy to oblige.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: Mature (18+) themes, Soft romantic smut, fingering/oral (fem receiving), Praise kink.

The Great hall was sweltering. Beads of sweat gathered at Y/n’s hairline and were trickling down her neck into her shirt collar.

Her pulse was throbbing throughout her body and the ache was getting unbearable.

Snickers from the Ravenclaw table carried over from where Arncliffe and her beloved gang of followers were openly giggling about their latest triumph over her.

“Hey Y/n? Aren’t you going to eat something?”

She was startled out of her reverie.

Katie Bell was looking expectantly from across the table. Y/n looked down at her plate. As appetizing as Hogwarts’ cuisine usually was, the idea of ingesting a hot meal made her feel ill.

“No, I don’t think so. I think whatever it is Arncliffe put in my potion is beginning to work.” She grimaced.

This whole ordeal had begun earlier in the day. During that afternoon’s potions class, Y/n had been called up by Snape to test her draught of disillusionment in front of the class. Unbeknownst to Y/n, as she turned to grab a vial out of her bag, Becky Arncliffe -Y/n’s long-time nemesis- had poured something into her potion. Despite the attempted signaling of Katie and Angelina from across the dungeon, Y/n had drunk the vial, resulting in not only an opalescent half disillusionment but side effects which had begun half an hour ago.

Angelina overheard the conversation and leaned in towards the pair,

“How are you feeling?”

After making sure no one was listening, Y/n leaned in and murmured, “Like I’m roasting, and sort of queasy, and…” The already heightened blush on her face turned deeper, “I’m…”

“You’re what?”

Again, she looked around, “God this is embarrassing…it’s like I’m really turned on but I...”

The girls’ conversation was cut off as Fred and George Weasley sat down beside them. Y/n internally groaned. This wasn’t going to make her situation any better.

Y/n was, for a lack of better words, head over heels for Fred Weasley. The twins along with Lee Jordan, had comprised the male counterparts of their friendship group since their second year at Hogwarts.

Everyone else in the group knew about it, but out of respect for Y/n, they had kept quiet over the matter and continued to watch her pine silently after him for the better half of two years. It was often a long-standing joke, especially with George, who found the predicament hilarious as he knew Fred had a soft spot for Y/n as well. Not that she would believe him when he repeatedly told her.

“Hello, Ladies. Aren’t you all looking smoking this evening?” George smirked playfully at them before his eyes found Y/n.

“Speaking of smoking, you look like steam is about to come out of your ears.”

Fred who had just finished sitting down next to Y/n looked up at her sharply.

“Are you alright? You look really flushed. Are you feeling ill?”

To make matters worse, Fred placed his hand on her forehead, feeling for her temperature.

Y/n failed to suppress the shudder of pleasure that ran through her body when he touched her. He frowned, not realizing the reasoning behind it, but the two girls across the table struggled to keep their giggles at bay. Y/n aimed and kicked Katie under the table, not needing her embarrassing predicament known to her best friend. Fortunately, too consumed in Y/n, Fred failed to see the resulting silent gesticulating from across the table.

“You’re really warm. Maybe you should go see Madame Pomfrey?”

She shook her head, “It’s probably just the flu, I’ll go and lie down for a while. That might make it better.”

She excused herself and got up from the table

“We’ll meet you up there later, Y/n. We’re going to the library to see if there’s anything we can find to make you feel better.” Angelina called to her, her eyes sparkling as she watched Fred’s eyes closely follow Y/n’s form down the hall.

George who hadn’t missed a thing leaned over and murmured in Angelina’s ear, “What was that about?”

“Come with us to the library and you’ll find out,” She smirked back at him.

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After she had retired to her dorm, Katie, Angelina, and George had burst in, claiming to have figured out what her potion had been spiked with. After her initial gripe at the girls for involving George in the situation, they explained how the only potion that could have worked that fast while using available ingredients was a lust potion fittingly named Burning Passion.

While Katie was sympathetic, George and Angelina were nearly in hysterics as to how the situation needed to be dealt with.

“It can only be- hehe stop George this is serious- only be stopped by making good old fashioned loooove with someone- otherwise you’re going to have to wait it out.” After finishing her statement, Angelina burst again into another fit of giggles.

Katie shot a disapproving look at the chortling pair, “Becky knows that you don’t have a boyfriend, so she’s probably just aiming to embarrassingly inconvenience you for a little while. Thankfully, you should only have to wait another day before it wears off.”

“Another day!?” Y/n moaned and keeled face-first into her pillow.

George stopped laughing long enough to wheeze out, “Assuming the disillusionment potion didn’t modify the duration length. You know this can all be sorted if we just..”

“We are not telling Fred! I’d rather die than go through that embarrassment.”

“Alright keep your hair on, I’m just saying I’m sure he’d be more than happy to oblige.”

Y/n threw a pillow at him.

That was a day and a half ago. However, the symptoms had not gone away but were strengthening in intensity. It was now getting harder for Y/n to function in the classroom without drawing suspicion, and the others were getting worried. She was still running a fever, which was seeming to result in dizzy spells. An unintended side-effect from the disillusionment draught she supposed.

It was when she fainted in their last class of the day that Fred decided he had enough.

After assuring Professor Vector that she was dehydrated and just needed to lie down for a while, Y/n meekly stumbled her way through the classroom door and out of sight.

Fred turned from watching her retreating figure to the peals of laughter from some of the Ravenclaws before he whipped around to his twin. George was looking anxious, his hand on the back of his neck.

“Alright what’s going on?”

George went to defend himself, but Fred held up his hand to silence him, “And I know you know because you’ve all been failing to secretly watch her. What’s wrong with her?”

George side-eyed the Ravenclaws, “I’ll tell you after class.”

“But-”

“No, not here.” He motioned to the Ravenclaw gang.

As soon as they got out of the class, Fred pulled George to the side. Sensing trouble, Katie and Angelina followed them over.

“Now, tell me what’s wrong with Y/n. And why hasn’t she seen Pomfrey?”

Katie looked anxiously at Angelina, “It might be the only…”

“Y/n will kill us.”

Fred looked between the girls, “Why will she kill you? Someone please tell me what’s going on here.”

George spoke up, “Y/n’s been spiked with a lust potion.”

Fred looked dumbfounded,

“What do you mean spiked?”

“That Arncliffe girl - during Potions with Snape. The girls saw her put something in the potion before Y/n tested it but it was too late to tell her.”

“Why hasn’t she seen Pomfrey? Surely she must…”

Katie cut him off, “Nope, we researched it - there’s only two ways to cure it. She’s been waiting it out, but it’s taking longer to wear off than we expected.” Katie paused. “She’s also really embarrassed about it.”

“Why? It’s not like it’s her fault,” Fred defended, getting more worked up, “What about the other option? You only mentioned one.”

George made eye contact with Angelina before saying, “She’s got to do it with someone.”

“Do it? Do wha- oh.” Fred was silent for a moment.

Resignedly he said, “Well there’s loads of blokes who would, no doubt about that.”

Fred ran his hand through his hair agitatedly,

“Also, why didn’t she tell me? Apparently everyone else bloody knows. I’m her best friend.”

George sighed,

“Because for the reason you just said. She doesn’t want to do it with any of those blokes. She wants..” He trailed off and looked to Angelina for help.

She sighed and cut in before Fred could continue his questions, “Because she wants you, idiot.”

Fred was speechless.

“She wants me?”

They all chimed in together, “Yes!”

“She’s liked you for ages,” Katie added quietly.

“Merlin, she is going to murder us when she finds out,” Angelina groaned, gripping her hair in her hands.

He rounded on George, “You knew, and you didn’t tell me? You knew how I-“

“I was sworn to secrecy, you’ve got to believe me. I tried to tell her, but she didn’t believe me.”

“God you both are so clueless.” Angelina shook her head

“All this bloody time,”

Fred shoved his bag at his brother and began striding down the hallway.

“Where you going?”

Fred shouted back, “To take care of her.”

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Y/n was lying on the floor, beginning to cry. Her whole body was throbbing. Not only did it feel like she was thrumming with heat, but the wood of the floor cut harshly into her bare abdomen. In an attempt to reduce her temperature, she had stripped herself of her school clothes, leaving only her undergarments to protect her skin from the rough grain of the floor.

She pressed her cheek against the wood and tried to think of something comforting. Fred’s face swam into her mind's eye.

She wanted him so badly. Thoughts of him touching her forehead the other night made her shiver again, and tears rolled down her cheeks, desperately wishing that somehow, he would come find and help her.

More tears fell as she realized that wasn’t ever going to happen.

A knock at the door rang through the room.

Y/n tried to cover up her crying, “I’m fine girls it’s not that bad really.”

The door then swung open and to her surprise, in came not her roommates but the man whose touch she was craving.

“Y/n I-” Fred stopped as he caught sight of Y/n in her state of undress

“Fred, oh my god I thought you were the girls.” She scrambled to try and cover herself

Fred seemed to come back to reality again.

“Hey, hey, hey, hold on,” He strode over and came down to his knees to calm her.

“Come here love,” he picked her up and held her to his chest as he moved them both to sit back against the bed frame. Much to her horror, the simple touch of his hands on her skin made her let out a small moan.

“I’m so sorry -I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s okay. I know.”

She gave him a searching look.

“They told me.”

“How much did they tell you?”

He deliberated before he answered, “Everything.”

Y/n buried her head in her hands, wanted to curl in on herself and die from embarrassment.

“I’m sorry..”

“It’s not your fault, yeah? I’m not mad at all; if anything, quite the opposite. I'm just sorry that you've had to deal with it all this time.”

One of his hands came up to stroke at her hair. She felt the rise and fall of his chest and while emotionally she was calming down, the throbbing between her legs was increasing.

She felt him take a deep breath and she looked up to meet his gaze.

His hand stilled on her jaw, “Y/n as much as this isn’t the spectacular way I planned to tell you, I need you to know that I really, and I mean really, really like you.”

Her mouth opened in a surprised O, and he took it as a sign to keep going.

“I never said anything, but I’ve wanted you for years. If you don’t want me and this is all wrong then say the word but if you’ll let me, I want to take care of you now.”

She struggled to find her voice,

“You do?”

“Of course. There’s nothing I want more. Do you want me to?”

Forgoing words, she reached up and bought his lips down to hers in a searing kiss. She was finally kissing him, and it felt like fireworks were going off inside her chest. His hands pulled her closer and they stayed that way for a couple moments, hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. It was just as his tongue began to move against hers that she pulled back and shakily breathed, “Does that answer your question?”

“I think so, but I may need to hear it again.,” His mouth came back down to hers for another minute before he broke the kiss.

“If anything gets too much just tell me yeah?”

She began to nod but stopped as he began sucking on her neck. She was so keyed up that the action stirred a loud moan from her and began to throw fuel onto the all-consuming burn that was her desire. She couldn’t wait anymore.

She began grinding down slightly onto his lap, looking for any hint of friction she could find. She could feel him getting harder through his trousers.

“Please Freddie I need you, I can’t wait”

Between kisses, he murmured, “Okay darling, it’s alright I’m going to take care of you.”

In a swift move, he picked her up and laid her on the bed.

As he leaned over her and the moonlight caught his hair she felt desperate to bring him as close to her as physically possible. She grabbed his face in her hands and brought his lips hard down onto hers.

His hands came around her and cradled her neck. He was stroking her as his tongue slipped into her mouth.

The throbbing increased again. She needed something, anything to release the ache, “I need you, I need you please I can’t….”

“I know love, but you need to tell me what. What do you need darling? Tell me.”

She shuddered but his mouth biting her ear distracted her making her unable to answer the question,

“My mouth? Or my fingers?

He trailed one of his hands out of her hair and down to cup her breast. He began to knead it softly, cupping and skirting over it with a touch that was barely there.

She arched off the bed into his hands “Don’t tease! Please I can’t!-”

He slipped her breast out of the cup of her bra and used more pressure.

“Okay, okay, there we go. How about my mouth, huh?”

Using her arched back to unclasp her bra, he bought his lips to her nipple and began to suck hard on it, dragging his teeth lightly over it. She gasped loudly and pressed her hands into his hair forcing him down harder onto her. After softly blowing air onto the wet skin he moved to the other globe, giving it the same treatment. Every movement of his lips caused her to writhe underneath him, causing him to moan as he felt her through his pants.

“Fred I need more, I-“

He pulled back for a moment to pull his shirt off but surged back down as soon as it was cast across the room.

Rubbing himself against her thigh, he left her breasts to kiss down her abdomen. She whimpered as he got closer to where she needed him.

“Where do you need it, love? Here?” He traced his mouth over the dip of her hips, “Or here?” he nipped at her thigh.

She whined from frustration,

“Between my legs, Freddie. I need you between my legs.”

“Good girl for telling me. Such a good princess. My clever girl.”

She shuddered.

He trailed his hand further down, leaving kisses along her thighs. He was getting more worked up each time he moved closer to where she needed him.

When he finally his eyes on her, he seemed to fall into a trance.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamt about this.”

His fingers traced over underwear, outlining her lips with soft pressure. She bucked against him.

She knew she was soaked through but she was too desperate to care.

“All this time... so many nights with my hand and we could have had this ages ago if I’d just told you…”

His hands came to grasp the elastic of her underwear, “Lift your hips, darling.”

He came upon his knees as he took the underwear down her legs. She could see the outline of his hard length straining against the material of his pants.

With the beams of moonlight falling into his hair and across his chest, he looked beautiful. Y/n was temporarily distracted from her need by his form, trailing her eyes across his chest, his hands, his face, drinking him in.

She came out of her reverie to see he had been doing the exact same thing.

He came back to her mouth and kissed her with burning intensity. It was a hungrier kiss than before; he was going to devour her.

His hand reached down and parted her folds, spreading her slick.

He groaned, and his cock twitched against her thigh. His thumb began to run small circles over her clit and she almost shot off the bed, moaning loudly.

It was so good but it wasn’t enough. She needed more.

“Please! I need..”

“I’ll give it to you darling, you’ve been such a good girl. I want you to cum for me.”

He slinked back down the bed and suddenly his mouth pressed against her. His tongue was on her clit, twisting and turning. She melted, cries falling unconsciously from her lips.

Embarrassed at her lack of control, she tried to stop herself, biting her lip. He pulled himself up to look at her, his voice a command at that moment, “Don’t quiet yourself, pretty girl. I want to hear you. Nice and loud, come on.” He dove back in.

She nearly came from his instructions.

She grabbed his head tugging him closer. He kept up his assault, rocking his hips into the mattress, hard. She pulled his hair to which he moaned into her heat, making her cry out.

The coil in her was tightening, but she needed something more to push her over. She needed his words.

“Fred, Fred, please. I need you to tell me what to do. Please-Ohhh.”

One of his fingers sheathed itself in her, and he moved his head up to look into her eyes her wetness shining on his lips. It was hard to keep her eyes open with the pleasure she was experiencing.

“Look at me,” She opened her eyes and met his. She looked down to see his fingers pumping into her hard. His fingers found her spot and she arched forward whining.

“I need to keep your eyes on me,” she met his gaze, “Good Girl. Do you feel how wet you are? How you’re nearly sucking my fingers in? Feel that knot in your stomach, that pressure? Build it. I want you to squeeze on my fingers love, can you do that for me?”

She nodded vehemently. She bore down on him and it pushed her further to the edge. She was nearly there,

He was thrusting desperately against the bed, his fingers pounding against her spot every time

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me? I want you to soak my fingers, come on pretty girl, cum for me.”

He placed his mouth on her clit and sucked. Her vision went white. Her hips bucked wildly, trying to get closer to him, but his arm came down over her hips to hold her down while he buried his face in her. He stopped sucking on her clit when she finished shaking and came back up to her eye level.

“Feeling better?”

“Like I’m on cloud nine” He laughed slightly and dipped down and kissed her thigh

“And the fever?”

She felt her forehead, “Not there anymore.”

“Good.” He languidly placed more kisses on her before he started moving to get up in the direction of the bathroom.

She grabbed his hand, “Wait, you haven’t”

He looked inquisitively at her “Haven’t what?”

Despite what they had just done together, she still grew embarrassed.

“You haven’t cum.”

He chuckled slightly before rubbing her fingers that were interlaced with his.

“Love it doesn’t matter, this wasn’t about me. Just getting to do this with you was more than enough - I’m fine.”

He still moved to get up, but she pulled him back down, making him fall on top of her.

“Darling what..”

She flipped his weight over so she could begin to move on top of him. “It’s your turn now.”

She budged him up against the headboard before kissing him hard. She urged his hips up and began taking off his trousers. His cock twitched as she pulled down the zipper, causing him to groan with anticipation.

After getting his trousers off he was only left in his pants, and she eagerly eyed his length straining against the material.

She came up and straddled him, kissing him briefly before leaning to pull his earlobe between her teeth. Eager to make him feel as good as she did, she began slight rocking movements, causing him to moan loudly into her mouth.

She shivered in delight at the sound and ground down harder on him, anxious to make him sound like that again. His hands came down to her waist and pushed her harder against him. She could tell he was nearly there by the way he was moving her feverishly.

“You are an angel, you know that?” he panted out, moving to suck on her pulse point.

The fabric against her bare clit was tightening the coil inside her again. He had started bucking up against her, and they both moaned out in delight.

“You’re so gorgeous, I don’t deserve you.” He was getting close.

“Ughh... I can’t wait, love. I’m gonna-”

“Me too”

She began rubbing herself desperately against him, causing him to moan as he pulled her down to him harder.

They were rocking together so hard that the bed was beginning to creak under them.

He was pounding up against her, his cock hitting her clit on every pass.

It all became too much. “I’m going to cum again-”

The coil snapped, and she buried her face into his neck as she came.

Her confession spurred him on, and he almost became feral as he pounded up into her.

“Fuck you’re so perfect- Fuck fuck fuck, I’m going to cum-” her name was on his lips as he rubbed against her again and again.

She felt his pants dampen underneath her, and she kept rocking against him to make it last as long as possible.

When he was done, he dazedly moved his head up and kissed her sweetly on the lips. They stayed that way for a while before he pulled back and with a fake apathetic tone stated, “So, you’re definitely my girlfriend then.”

She knew it was a question, but she couldn’t help but play around with him. However, she could only pretend to ponder for a few seconds before she broke character, “Yeah, I’m definitely your girlfriend.”

They both laughed before meeting each other’s lips again.

[celestialinception]

When All is Right with the World (pt.2)

Summary: When the ministry issues a call out for the proving of blood status, Fred decides that it’s too dangerous for the Reader and him to be together, leading to unforeseen consequences.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Whump, brief mentions of torture, mutual pining- with a happy ending.

With a crack, Fred and George landed outside the gates of Malfoy Manor and began pacing around to one of the servant entrances. The wind was loud, and the sound of shaking trees muffled their voices.

“Right- in and out. And we’re splitting up. We can cover more ground that way.”

George nodded, not minding that they were going to completely disregard what their father had told them. “We’ll meet back where we came in in 15 minutes. That way if she’s not there we can keep moving, and if one of us gets caught we know somethings up.”

Fred’s mouth was set in a grim line. He shook his head in assent and continued walking through the long grass, his shoulders squared.

“We’ll find her, Fred. We’ll get to her before…” George trailed off. He couldn’t complete that sentence truthfully.

George was very worried as to what he and his twin might find in the Manor. As core-shaking as the image of Y/n’s unconscious or worse, dead body, was when it came to mind, it was nothing compared to the image of his brother finding the body and losing the plot, resulting in him inadvertently killing them both.

Fred had changed since he had cast Y/n out. His old cheerful and exuberant demeanor was faded, and instead a cynical, hardened exterior had taken its place. George also knew that he rarely had a full night’s sleep, as was evident by the dark rings under his eyes and also the fact that Fred always went to bed later and got up earlier than himself. While George was externally annoyed by this new Fred, internally he was constantly worrying about when Fred would reach breaking point and snap.

Fred didn’t say a word, and they continued until they had made it through the gate and into the kitchen of the manor. They passed through the doors, finding a long hallway.

“Shout if you need.” George said.

“Yeah. You too” and with a quick nod to each other, took off in separate directions.

The scent of old drapes hung in the air as George traveled down the corridor. He checked every door as he passed by, peeking in to see if Y/n was in one of the rooms. He was desperately hoping to find Y/n before Fred did, therefore he would be able to prepare Fred if the worst had happened.

He turned down another hallway and had gotten halfway down it when a muffled scream was heard coming from a door down the hall. George took off.

He reached the door, and checking that no one was around, cast alohomora in case the door was locked and opened it slightly. He had to be sure it was Y/n before he went barging in.

The croaky voice of a girl sounded, but it was so low, George couldn’t identify if it was Y/n.

“Please… Please don’t…”

A man’s voice floated into the hallway.

“Now, now lovely, don’t be like that. Just a bit more, I mean you can’t be dead when they see ya’ you’d be no use otherwise. Just a couple more lovely litt’le markin’s for ya, and we’ll be done for the moment.” George looked through the doorway and the chilling scream that sounded from the girl twitching on the floor shook him more than he had ever been in his life.

The door banged against the wall as George threw it open.

“STUPEFY!”

Rookwood slumped over to the side from where he had been positioned over Y/n. George ran to her side.

“Y/n! Are you alright!? Come on, answer me… dammit!”

The pools of blood that were lying in the hollow of Y/n’s collarbones were seeping onto the floor. Tremors shook her body, and even if she heard him, she couldn’t even look at him. They needed to get her out of here.

“FRED! FRED! I’VE FOUND…” His voice trailed off as the form of Lucius Malfoy strode in through the door, wand pointed at George.

“Ahh, so there was a little rescue mission after all. Well, it’ll make it easier to get information I suppose. Get away from her, go on now.” Lucius nodded his head to the wall.

“Not a chance, mate.” George stood defiantly over Y/n’s body, trying to shield her from view.

Lucius sighed. “Very well then,” A groan from Y/n caused George to look around, and in the split second of distraction, ropes flew from the end of Lucius’s wand and around his body. With a flick, George was pinned to the wall.

“Now, “ Lucius stalked over to Y/n and dragged her halfway upright by her arm. As he did so, her arm made an awful crunching sound, and Y/n, in her barely conscious state, cried out. Lucius put his wand just underneath the cut under her collar bone. “If you comply and give me what I want, she can be returned to you with no further harm done and you will be permitted to leave no questions asked.” He pressed into her skin, and she groaned. “But if you don’t, I will personally make sure she dies in the most excruciatingly painful way possible. Your choice.”

The blood was dripping from her clothes now. George’s mind was racing, weighing up betraying Harry and letting Y/n die. Neither option was acceptable.

Lucius grew impatient, “Let me spur along your decision making… CRUCIO!”

Y/n’s body writhed, and her screams had him pulling frantically on the ropes that were binding him.

“Y/N! I’LL TELL YOU I’LL TELL YOU STOP HURTING HER I SWEAR I WILL TELL YOU PLEASE…”

A loud bang sounded, and Lucius Malfoy was hurtled away from Y/n into the wall across from George. Fred stormed into the room, eyes blazing. She slumped down to the ground, and George’s ropes fell away onto the floor, he rushed to her side. Fred, seeing that George had Y/n, turned back to see Lucius clambering to his feet.

Lucius turned his wand on Fred, but Fred was quicker.

“Incarcerous.” Lucius’s body was immediately seized, and with a flick of his wand, Lucius was forced roughly back into the wall, head banging on the stone. His slumped form appeared concussed, struggling to focus on Fred as he drew nearer. Fred placed the tip of his wand harshly under Lucius’ chin.

Fred’s voice was so low that George could barely hear it. “If you ever touch her again, I will ensure that you never again see the light of day.” In that moment, George was sure Fred was half-crazed, finally cracked. Fred walked over and scooped Y/n out of George’s hold up into his arms.

“Let’s go.” He nodded at George and with a crack they hurtled away from Malfoy Manor.

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Y/n woke to the feeling of cold wind on her face. Opening her eyes, she found herself in yet another unfamiliar room and began to panic. She went to sit up in bed, but upon moving, was stopped as a sharp stabbing pain pierced through her side and shoulder. Moaning slightly in pain, she stopped trying to move and through watery eyes, settled for looking around to see where she was.

The cold air was coming through the gossamer curtains lining the open window to her left. She appeared to be in a bedroom, tucked up under covers and wearing a set of pajamas that weren’t hers. Someone had dressed her while she was unconscious. That thought almost caused her to start hyperventilating, but the sharp pain in her side reminded her to stay calm and breathe slowly.

She tried to remember how she got here. The last thing she remembered was George getting thrown into a wall by Lucius Malfoy. George. Fred.

If George was there, there was a large chance that Fred might have been nearby. Maybe they had rescued her. Or maybe someone else had helped her and the twins had been captured. She needed to make sure they were both alright.

Y/n had been positioned on her side and deduced that due to her shoulder she probably wouldn’t be able to roll over. She did need to get out of this bed though and figure out what was going on.

Very, very, slowly, Y/n began to shuffle her way out of the bed, trying desperately to silence her gasps of pain. She had managed to flip her knee over the side and land upright on the floor, and then looked up to see a familiar red-haired man slumped over the bed. Her heart began to beat faster.

Fred had fallen asleep by her bedside, the sounds of his breathing barely audible over the wind. The only way Y/n was able to tell he was alive was through the soft rise and fall of his back. She did not want to wake him however.

As much as she then tried to deny it to herself, feelings from months of missing him rushed back to her. She wanted nothing more than to stagger across the bed to him and kiss him. But she had no idea of why he was here.

Was he only there because he felt guilty? Was he there on George’s orders, only to make sure she was still breathing as a favor to him? Had George gotten hurt trying to rescue her, and Fred was only here so that his sacrifice wasn’t in vain?

All these possibilities swirled around her mind, and further convinced her not to wake him. She needed to find George.

Y/n was able to use her non-injured arm to get up onto her feet, but she was very unsteady. Her legs felt like lead, and her head began to spin as she took several steps.

She had gotten halfway across the room when a large wave of dizziness overcame her, and she tumbled right down to the floor. White overcame her vision as her crash jolted her injuries, and if the loud noise hadn’t woken Fred up, her cries of pain definitely did.

“Y/n!” Fred was at her side in a moment, carefully trying to turn her over up off the ground.

“What are you doing? You could hurt yourself even more. Dammit woman, I…” He trailed off as he saw her tears of pain.

His voice immediately went softer.

“Come on, let’s get you into bed.” He cradled Y/n into his body as gently as possible and began to lift her back into the bed. She couldn’t help but whimper at the movements, but her vision was becoming foggier, the urge to slip into unconsciousness growing stronger by the second.

Fred managed to place her under the covers back in her original position without any more jolts. Y/n tried to look back to see his face but was immediately stopped by his hands. He came around to the other side of the bed, so she wasn’t straining.

“Trying to give me a heart attack again woman, you would think I did something horrible to you.” Even though he said it light-heartedly the truthfulness of the words still hurt him.

“Fred I…” She trailed off as tiredness was overtaking her.

“Shhh, it’s alright.” Fred smoothed her hair back off her face. “You can berate me all you want when you’ve had some more sleep. I’m going to go and get some more bandages, but I’ll be back soon.”

The fatigue finally won out and she fell into unconsciousness.

The blooming red on her bandages made Fred sigh deeply. He leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead before getting up and walking out of the room.

He was met by the sight of George coming up the stairs.

“I heard a crash. Is everything alright?”

“I fell asleep and Y/n tried to get up. She only made a couple steps before she fell over. She’s very weak still. I think she reopened some of the cuts. I’m just going to get more bandages.”

It seemed that the knife Rookwood had used on her was enchanted. Despite the complex spell work performed on her, Y/n’s cuts were still very slow to heal and opened at the slightest stretch. It had taken many blood replenishing potions to stop the shock from the blood loss.

George turned and walked down with him into the kitchen. “How did she react when she saw you?”

He gritted out, “She was anxious. The fall probably didn’t help that though. I don’t think she wanted to wake me.”

“She’s probably just confused as to what’s going on. It’ll get better when she understands.”

Fred turned sharply to face him,

“Will it? She didn’t try not to wake me because she was confused. She hates me. She probably couldn’t stand to be in the same room as me. I don’t blame her.”

He grabbed several bandages out of the cupboard and shoved them at George.

“Here, grab Fleur and give these to her. I doubt Y/n will want me to see her. I’m going for a walk.”

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The next time Y/n woke, the window was closed, and the blonde figure of Fleur was setting down a tray on the side table.

“Good morning, Y/n. I’m glad to z’e you are up.”

“Fleur? Where am I?”

“Shell c’ottage. You are in ze guest bedroom. You ‘ave been ‘ere for ze’veral days.”

Y/n tried to sit up, with more success than last time.

“Days? What do you mean days? Where’s Fred?”

Fleur lightly pushed her back down to the bed.

“Gentl’y now. Or you will break open z’e wound again. He is out walking I z’ink. George is in ze ‘ouse though. It might be better if he explains it.”

“Could you get him please. I need to thank him for helping me.”

“O’f course Cherie. Just a momen’t.”

Y/n fiddled with her hands as Fleur glided out the room. At least she was able to move around without sharp pain through her shoulder blade. She must have fractured something when they had apparated her to the Manor. She looked up as George walked in the room.

“I heard someone was in dire need of my company.” George smirked

In her excitement, Y/n made another move to get up.

“George! Come here!”

“Oi don’t move now or Fleur’ll yell my other ear off.”

He picked up his pace and came to the side of the bed.

George leaned down over the bed and hugged her. Y/n was relieved to see and touch him again. After the breakup, she had not only lost her boyfriend, but one of her best friends as well.

“You should have seen the speech she gave Fred after you got up the first time. You can tell she’s part Veela, gets scary when she’s angry. Don’t know how Bill does it.”

He turned serious as he pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed.

“You alright though? You scared me back there.”

“I’m okay. Thanks for rescuing me.” She scanned him up and down, “Were you hurt?”

“Me hurt? Nah, I’m too manly for that.” Y/n rolled her eyes as she laughed, “And it was a joint effort, Fred drove the whole mission really.”

“Fred was there?”

“Yup. Stormed in and saved us both really. Lucius had me cornered.”

“Oh,” Her eyes began to swim with guilty tears. “I’m so sorry. You both could have been hurt or killed and it would have been my fault. If I had just covered my stupid bloody tracks, they wouldn’t have found me.”

She hung her head, and George put a hand on her arm.

“Y/n, it’s not your fault. We would have been in way worse trouble if we hadn’t been prepared. Fred wouldn’t have hesitated to say anything to stop you from being hurt.”

“No, he wouldn’t, I’m not worth that. He would never have picked me over Harry.”

He raised his eyebrows at her,

“Oh, wouldn’t he? As soon as you sent that Patronus, he went in, no second thoughts. It was all Mum and Dad could do to stop him from apparating off as soon as he told them where he was going. I honestly thought he was going to murder Malfoy when he came in.”

Y/n’s face betrayed that she was still not convinced. George pressed on.

“He broke it off with you to protect you, despite my saying it was a dreadful idea might I add. It nearly killed him to do it. He was a wreck while you were gone. He honestly thought you’d be safer if you were in hiding and not associating with blood traitors.”

Y/n sat back for a moment. It explained his reaction to finding her on the floor. Him coming to get her. How he had sent her away. Finding out it was only to protect her made her chest ache. It started a whole new wave of tears. All the nights missing him. Moving around listlessly around the countryside. It could all have been avoided.

She shook her head through the sobs, “He’s so dumb.”

“I told him that as well. Although it’s not his fault I got both the brains and the looks.”

Y/n laughed shakily.

“I guess I should probably go find him and straighten everything out.”

“Please do. He’s been moping around the cottage since we got here, and Fleur will probably hex him if he doesn’t stop being grouchy.”

“Alright then. Let’s go find him. Can you help me up?” She stretched out a hand to him.

“As long as we go slow and Fleur doesn’t catch us, absolutely.”

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After spending a long time carefully making their way down the stairs and out the front door, George began leading Y/n down the beach. He had had to hold onto her tightly, as her unsteady legs coupled with the strong wind and dips of the sand had her stumbling often.

“You sure you don’t just want to wait for him to get back? It’s going to be a hell of a lot easier for you. I didn’t realise how unsteady you’d be, it’s probably not even good for you to be out here.” He looked back to the cottage.

“George, I need to see him. If you don’t want to come that’s fine, but I’m going to keep going.”

He sighed. “Bloody stubborn you are. Alright, we’ll keep going. But I mean it, if we run into Fleur, you forced me against my will to bring you out here.”

They kept walking across the sand for another twenty minutes until she saw him in the distance.

“Found him.” George looked up from his careful watch for possible trip hazards to see his brother, sitting on an aged fallen tree trunk, overlooking the bay.

Y/n had a sharp intake of breath.

“Do you still want to do this? If it’s too much we can go back.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Alright then. Fred!”

Fred turned to see them both. Although he was far away, Y/n could see his face turn to a frown. Fred got up off the petrified wood and started walking towards them. Y/n’s chest ached again as she thought of being in his arms.

“We couldn’t have just walked to him?”

“You already are looking white as a sheet, I don’t need you collapsing on me where I can’t get you into the house easily.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “I’m not going to…”

The sound of sand crunching caused them to turn back to see Fred in front of them. His face was cold and he snarked at George.

“What are you playing at, bringing her out here? She needs rest, not another bloody collapse. Take her inside, now.”

He sounded so harsh, Y/n began to doubt if George was actually telling the truth. He hadn’t even looked at her. In fact, he was keeping his eyes directly on his twin, not even giving her a glance. Her fears were assuaged. If he didn’t care, he would have had the decency to look at her. Despite the cool of the wind, she felt her cheeks begin to flush in anger.

“Y/n wanted to come and speak to you. I was merely making sure she didn’t crawl her way across the sand. But now that you’re here, I don’t need to do that anymore.” He smiled and let go of her arm.

“I’ll be inside if you need me.” He began walking off back to the cottage, leaving the pair alone together on the beach.

“George!” Fred tried to call after his brother, but he didn’t listen. Fred turned to Y/n.

“You need to get inside, there’s a storm moving in. You can berate me as we walk.”

He walked a few steps in front of her, but stopped when he realised she wasn’t following. He turned to face her.

Y/n exploded as he finally looked at her. Anger and pain from all the nights spent alone burned in her in full force.

“Months! Months I have spent away from you, all this time, and all you can do is lecture me about not staying in bed. REALLY? I am so angry with you!”

Fred looked back at her, seemingly dumbfounded.

“So many nights wondering what the hell I did wrong, and all I get is a scolding. I traveled all around Britain trying to forget what you had done to me, what you had made me feel, and all I get is a “you can berate me as we walk”’?" She made imaginary quotation marks with her fingers.

"I will bloody well berate you wherever I want Fred Weasley. How dare you act as though this means nothing? I…"

Y/n went to take a step forward and lost her footing. Before she could hit the sand however, he caught her and pulled her upright. Fred had seemed to find his tongue again.

"IT’S BECAUSE IT MEANS EVERYTHING! That’s why I need to make sure you are getting inside and better!"

He was growing angry as well.

"I condemned you to torture just by being with you! You have been tortured because I did not protect you! That was my job, to protect you! AND I FAILED. I made a call and it was wrong, so don’t expect me to not try and make up for everything I have done to you, because I won’t. I am going to spend every minute of the rest of my life regretting that stupid decision, so forgive me if that guilt involves me making sure you are safe."

His chest was heaving. He dropped her wrist from where he had been holding it as his body almost began to curve in on itself.

Y/n reached up and cupped his cheek. His confession had made her begin to cry again. She took a deep breath and willed herself to keep a steady voice.

"It is not your fault." He would not meet her eyes.

"Look at me," she all but whispered to him, "Please,"

He looked back up to her.

"It is not your fault. None of this is your fault. I can’t say that making me leave was the best decision, but you cannot take this onto your shoulders. You did what you thought was best and tried to protect me as much as you could. I don’t agree with it, but I can’t allow you to take blame like that. Okay? You are not at fault for this."

All that was keeping himself up seemed to disappear as he almost collapsed and bought his arms around her, bringing her tightly into his chest. She was openly crying into his shirt, small sobs wracking her body as all the emotional pain she had felt from the last two months drained out of her.

"I’m so sorry."

She nodded her acknowledgment into his chest. They stood there, arms wrapped around the other, almost clinging for dear life. Small taps of cold began to fall onto her scalp. She pulled back slightly and looked up.

It had begun to rain.

"I need to get you back inside. I like my Y/n at room temperature, not as a popsicle."

She nodded and started trying to walk back, but her knee gave way as she took the first step. Fred caught her again.

"Remind me to kill George for letting you out here like this. Come on, I’ll carry you."

Before she could protest, he had swept her up into his arms, and was walking back to the cottage. She didn’t have the energy to fight herself and ended up leaning into him as he walked. Her heart swooped when she thought back to what he said, “My Y/n.”. Was he just saying that though or were they back together? She needed to know before she got her heart broken again.

They were nearly at the cottage. She wanted to ask him this out here before they got inside. That way she would have time to compose herself before she saw the others.

“Fred, can you put me down?” She had to talk loudly over the rain.

“We are nearly there, just hold on.”

“No, I need to say something now.” She wriggled in his grasp, and managed to slip down to the sand, landing softly as he tried to catch her.

“Y/n we need to get inside, you’re going to catch your death out here!”

“Just wait!” she turned to face him. Her voice was getting louder over the rain,

“George told me something and I need to know if it’s true. Do you love me or is it over? If you don’t have feelings for me anymore that’s fine, I just need to know. Please Fred.”

He shook his head in annoyance and shouted as lightning crackled across the sky.

“Dammit woman, I never stopped! I thought that was obvious!”

“So you still…”

“Of course I still love you!”

She reached up and crashed his lips down to hers. He immediately reciprocated. His arms circled around her and up into her hair once more, pulling her deeper into the kiss. She was soaked from the rain and unsteady as the wind felt like it was blowing through her, but it didn’t matter because he was clinging to her like she was a lifeline.

After a minute, he pulled back and picked her up again, without giving her time to say anything. He paced to the cottage's door and turned the handle, carefully carrying her inside.

As they entered, Fleur’s shrill voice began echoing around the cottage, but it didn’t matter. She looked up to see Fred smiling down at her. All was right in her world again.

[celestialinception]

When All is Right with the World

Summary: When the ministry issues a call out for the proving of blood status, Fred decides that it’s too dangerous for the Reader and him to be together, leading to unforeseen consequences.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Whump, brief mentions of torture, lots of angst. You know the drill.

A/n: This is set in Deathly Hallows after the golden trio have gone off Horcrux hunting. There will be a part two posted as well :)

Fred paced the flat, giving the appearance to George as if he was trying to wear a hole in the carpet. The clock on the wall chimed 6, startling the twins out of their thoughts. Both of them had been on edge since the Bill and Fleurs’ wedding, waiting for Deatheaters to turn up at their door at a moment’s notice. At this point, George could not remember the last time he had a good night’s sleep.

Fred resumed his pacing.

“Alright stop it, you’re going to do my bloody head in; stop walking.” Fred stopped. “Thank you. You know she’ll be back soon.” Y/n was due back from her shift at St. Mungo’s at any minute.

“I know. I know. That’s half the problem.”

George sighed. “So, you’re going to do it then?”

At that moment, Fred looked more tired than George had ever seen him. “I have to. I don’t have a choice.” Fred ran a hand over his eyes.

“Well you know how I feel on the subject but…”

“But nothing. I’ve told you why this has to happen.”

“And I’ve told you why we can make this work!”

Fred thought back to the conversation they last had on this topic earlier in the week.

“If she stays with us, she’s going to get hurt.”

“Look I get it. She’s my best friend as well. But at least if she is with us, she can have some protection.”

“Protection that will mean nothing if she gets targeted by a band of snatchers because she’s associating with blood traitors! She is better off as far away from us… and from me, as possible.”

“We can go and...”

“No. We can’t. She’s half-blood George, and her dad, the only one who could have proved her status mind, is dead. Besides, if they know she’s with me, they’ll target her to get me to spill information on Harry. For both of their sakes I can’t.” Fred looked out of the kitchen entryway back to their room where Y/n was sleeping.

“You’re not thinking this through. There are ways of hiding people.”

“You and I both know that that won’t work…”

Fred came back to the present and shook his head, “It’s not going to happen George, I’ve made up my mind.”

“You’re being a git! If you’d just think for once instead of being a bloody impulsive-”

“I WON’T HAVE HER DIE BECAUSE OF ME!” Fred’s voice cracked.

Unbeknownst to the twins, the door behind them creaked open as the third occupant of their flat walked in.

“I can’t..”

“Fred? Are you alright?” Y/n stood in the doorway, coat in hand, anxiously peering between the two of them. Fred felt as though an icy two-ton ball had just been dropped into his stomach.

“George, can you leave us alone for a minute please.”

George tried to protest.

“Please, George.”

Fred looked him dead in the eye and George, seeing that his twin would not be swayed from his decision, got up and headed towards their back door. He gave Y/n a small, sad smile, before he disappeared into the night.

“Fred, why did George look like that? What’s going on?”

Fred steeled himself for what had to be done. While he was turned away from Y/n it was easier to pretend he was emotionally shut off from the situation.

“We need to have a talk.”

“Are you okay? Did something happen?” Fred grimaced to himself and turned around.

“I think we need to talk about… us.” This is the only way to do it. The only way she’ll actually leave.

“Alright,” Y/n sat down on the couch, still holding onto her coat. Her fingers were twisting the belt. “Shoot.”

Fred took a deep breath, “I think it might be time that we stop this.”

“Stop what?”

“Our relationship. I want to see other people.”

“Other.. What? Are you serious?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Oh, wait a minute. No, no, no, no, this isn’t about other people. This is about me getting hurt isn’t it.” Y/n paused for a minute, as if she was expecting Fred to nod yes emphatically and ask for forgiveness. He wanted to.

“I told you I’m not…”

Fred lied through his teeth, “This isn’t about that. I don’t want to be in this relationship anymore.”

She was beginning to look hurt now, he pressed on. “I don’t want to be tied down anymore. This is not working for me. I’m tired of this,” he gestured between them

“But you said that-” Break it off now quick like ripping off a plaster.

“I don’t love you anymore.” He heard her quick intake of breath.

She then started to laugh. It was high and sharp and completely unbecoming to her.

“You’re joking right now. I know you are, and George is going to pop out any minute, but I can tell you, this is not funny.” She got up from the couch and moved closer to him. Her finger poked him in the chest. “You can stop the charade now. You’re not like this, you’re not this cruel. If this is not about trying to protect me and this is a joke you need to stop now. It’s not funny and it hurts.”

Her eyes were shining with tears. It took all his strength not to pull her closer, but to instead move away.

“This is not a prank. I’m being honest. I’m done.”

“Can I get an actual reason why?” Because this is for your own good.

“I’ve changed. I don’t love you anymore. You are not a person that I want to keep in my life. I want to find someone who can actually do that for me.” Lies, Lies, Lies.

“Oh. And you’re sure about that?”

He almost choked, “Positive.”

“Well then” She was avoiding looking into his eyes. “I guess we’re done then.”

She looked at the wall and he stared at his feet, fearing that if he saw her eyes or trembling lip the whole charade would come crashing down.

Her voice was tight and shaky, “If you give me half an hour I can be out of here with my stuff.”

He nodded, still not looking at her. He walked to the door, and opened it, the cool night air chilling him.

“Say goodbye to George for me.”

He looked through the doorway to see her one last time, standing with her back facing him, the yellow light from the kitchen giving her an almost otherworldly glow.

Before he lost resolve he shut the door, and walked away, leaving her behind.

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Y/n held her breath, ears straining for the sound of branches cracking from outside her tent. She silently cursed as the now falling snow would muffle the footsteps of any passers-by, making it even more difficult to escape if the snatchers uncovered her hiding spot.

After the ministry had issued the call out for the proving of blood status, Y/n had begun to move from place to place, only stopping for the night, and always leaving before daybreak. With Fred out of the picture, there had been nothing holding her to London, and so she had set off, staying at little inns under false names, trying to destroy any trail she may be unintentionally creating.

Despite creating distance between herself and London, Fred still managed to pop himself into her thoughts no matter where she went. On one rather depressing occasion, she mistook a muggle in the street for him, and when she got back to her bed at the tavern, spent the rest of the evening drinking down a particularly big bottle of firewhisky.

She hadn’t forgiven him. That, she was very firm to maintain with herself. Not only what he’d done but how he had done it, had hurt, and Y/n was adamant that she would never let that happen again.

But despite not forgiving him she still had relapses in missing the life she had had. The evenings at the Leaky Cauldron after they were both too tired from work to actually cook. Sitting in the twin’s office gleefully testing out their new projects. The peaceful breakfasts when the shop had to open early, where the streets outside were calm, and lamps were still shining mutedly through the morning mist. Those mornings had been her favourite, where all had seemed to be right in her world. And now her mornings were spent on the run avoiding snatchers.

It was pitch black in her tent, and Y/n closed her eyes, concentrating on trying to make out the soft sounds outside. In the last couple of towns she had stayed in, she had caught glimpses of snatchers, and when she saw them in the last inn she was staying at, had folded up her small bag of luggage and apparated to the next town over. On the outskirts of the town was a dense forest, and so after purchasing a tent from a nearby muggle camping shop, she hiked up into the woods praying that she would be so deeply concealed that the snatchers would give up.

A rustle on her left made her inhale sharply, and Y/n bit her lip in an effort not to make a sound. Then she heard them.

“How long we gonna be Scabior? I’m just ‘bout freezin’ my bloody pants off out here. I don’t think the girl’s around. We would have seen her by now.”

“We are goin’ to be as long as it takes. I know she’s ‘round here. There were footprints ‘bout a mile back.”

Shit. Y/n had placed concealment charms around the campsite, but she must have forgotten to clear-out her tracks from earlier. She had made the tent invisible, but she had not had time to cast a muffliato charm before they came closer. She didn’t dare speak now, not when they were so close.

“We’ll canvas the area a little longer, and ‘en we’ll go. If my source’s right, she’s the girlfriend of one o’ the Weasleys.” Scabior spat on the ground, “Filthy little blood trai’ors they are. But she’ll be good leverage for them to spill on Potter’s whereabouts. The dark lord will be most pleased. And then they’ll be a nice little reward for those who helped bring that about.” The group murmured in agreeance and continued trudging their way around Y/n’s campsite.

Once they were far enough away, Y/n performed the muffliato spell and began packing up her things in the tent. She needed to move, now. If she got caught there was no one coming to rescue her.

“I don’t think she’s here, Scabior.” Another voice Y/n had not heard before spoke up. There were at least three snatchers then. They were making their way back through the site and her escape was becoming more necessary by the minute. She would never be able to get past three of them.

“Well ‘en, I s’pose we can..” The tent shook slightly as Scabior fell down. With icy dread she realised he had fallen over one of her guy ropes. “Wha’ the.. There’s somethin’ invisible ‘round ‘ere!”

They were going to find her. Dread filled her as she knew she needed to do everything in her power to save Harry. Y/n acted on instinct.

Out of the tip of her wand, the form of a beautiful, shining unicorn appeared and bowed its head. Y/n spoke lowly and quickly.

“George, I have been, or will soon be, caught by snatchers.” She inhaled sharply, trying to stop the fear in her voice. “They are going to use me to get to Fred and Harry. They still think we’re together and they’re coming for you at the Burrow. Get Fred and yourself out of there and don’t tell them anything! Protect Harry at all costs, he’s the only one who can get us out of this.” Her voice nearly broke “Please be careful. Tell Fred I...” Y/n screamed as two hands grabbed her from behind and began to pull her out of the tent. The unicorn ran off, fading through the wall of the tent.

“Now look what we ‘ave ‘ere.” Y/n wand was ripped out of her hands. “I think we just found the key to mister Pottah. Stand up there pre’tty, I ‘aven’t got all day.”

Y/n was forced to her feet.

“Now look at that. Not too shabby for a thief.” Scabior trained his wand on her.

“I’m not a..”

“Save it, pre’tty. No point denyin’ that you stole your magic.”

“I’m half-blood. My father was..” Y/n was cut off again, this time by one of the other snatchers.

“Don’t matter what your father was, unless he can come and explain to the ministry that you’re his daughter. But wait, he can’t. ‘Cause he’s dead.” He chuckled nastily. “But that’s not the most important thing right now love, we’ve got another purpose for you.”

Scabior was growing impatient. “Rookwood, grab ‘er and let’s go. We’re goin’ to take her to Malfoy’s.”

“Right you are then,” With a flick of his wand, ropes tied around Y/n’s feet, hands, and mouth. Every time Y/n struggled they grew tighter.

“You’d best stop with that, or you might not ‘ave hands and feet by the time we are done with you. Although you might not ‘ave ‘em even without the ropes.” The snatchers laughed as Y/n was secured and her ropes held onto by Rookwood. With a stinking warm breath, he simpered in her ear, “Hold on tight.” Y/n couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran down her back.

They disapparated away from the camp.

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The Burrow was quiet. Without the usual hubbub of everyone in the family going on with their day to day activities, the house was almost silent, with the only noises to be heard being Molly’s knitting needles. Fred did not like it at all.

With the shops business being reduced to Owl-orders, the twins had had more time to visit their family. George was currently upstairs twiddling with a new design, and Fred assumed his father was playing again with the muggle radio he had gotten for his birthday. Fred himself was distractedly musing over accounts, one of the only terrible parts of his job. Still, it was a way to pass the time. It was all he seemed to do these days, work, sleep and sometimes talk on Lee’s show Potterwatch.

The clock chimed 9;30 against the silence, and Fred put his head in his hands. He contemplated going up to bed, but upon remembering his argument with George earlier in the evening, decided against it.

George had snapped at him after Fred had only distractedly listened as he listed the new modifications he was planning for one of the new products. He had rounded on Fred, telling him he was bloody useless while he was so hung up on feeling sorry for himself and that if he was going to keep being a prat, the least he could do was fake interest in their livelihood. Fred had then immediately bit back, which had ended in a full-out argument between the two. Arthur had stepped in after they had started to shove each other around, and Molly had ordered them to go to other ends of the house, to which the twins had no issue with doing. Fred had been at the kitchen table doing accounts since.

The clattering of knitting needles on the wooden table shook Fred out of his reverie.

“Alright, you and I need to have a talk” Molly Weasley pulled out a chair opposite to her son.

“You and George don’t argue. And what your father and I saw up there was not usual.”

“We argue all the time. That’s what siblings do.”

“Yes, but not like this. And this has been happening a lot lately. Is this about Y/n?”

“Mum…” Fred sighed dejectedly

“Is it? Because I know George misses her so I can’t imagine how you are feeling.” She gave him a pointed look. Fred started to defend himself, but she cut him off,

“Cut it out Fred, I know you didn’t break up with her because you didn’t love her anymore. I saw the way you two looked at each other. It was the way your father looks at me.” She smiled at him softly.

Fred got frustrated then. Why can’t they understand?

“I had to Mum, she’s in enough danger as it is. There’s no one to vouch for her blood status. I had to, for her sake. She would never have gone if I didn’t make up another excuse.”

“But dear, why not…”

“He would have used her to get to me and to Harry. He would have tortured her Mum. Maybe even killed her. How could I live with myself knowing that she died because of me? At least now she has a chance of escape.” Tears were in his eyes now.

Molly sighed. She stood up and walked around the table.

“Stand up,” he looked at her in disbelief, “Come on, up you get.”

He stood up and she drew him into a hug,

“Listen to me. I know you did what you thought was best, but I think it’s time you go and straighten this all out. Just because there is a chance of something happening it doesn’t mean it will necessarily happen. We are always, always stronger when we are together. And at least you will be able to protect her then. Just, tell me you’ll think about it?”

He pulled out of her embrace and slowly nodded. Her eyes were sad as she looked up at him.

“Now, I think you should go and talk to your brother. Despite what you may have been thinking, he is not actually mad, he’s just having a hard time of it, just like you. Go talk to him.”

“Yes Mum.” He gave her a quick hug once more. “Thank you”

“No problem, dear. Go on, up you go.” She shooed him out of the kitchen.

Fred climbed up to the landing where their shared room was.

“George?” he knocked on the door. After hearing George’s admittance, he twisted the doorknob and walked into the room.

“Look mate, I’m sorry I…” Fred trailed off as he took in the large translucent Patronus that was in his and George’s room. “When did this….?”

“Just now.” George was stunned.

The Unicorn’s mouth opened, and Y/n’s voice rang out,

“George, I have been, or will soon be, caught by snatchers.”

Fred’s pulse began to quicken as fear gripped him like a vice. “Oh my god.”

He could hear her breathing quickly, the fear in her voice shook him to the core.

“They are going to use me to get to Fred and Harry. They still think we’re together and they’re coming for you at the burrow. Get Fred out of there and don’t tell them anything! Protect Harry at all costs, he’s the only one who can get us out of this.”

George looked from the Patronus to Fred, his expression shocked.

They turned their attention back to the Patronus as Y/n’s voice cracked. Fred could tell she was crying.

“Please be careful. Tell Fred I…” The Unicorn opened its mouth and let out Y/n’s piercing scream before fading away into nothingness.

The desk chair flipped over as George stood up out of it so quickly.

Their voices rang out in unison, “We need to go.”

The twins ran out down the flight of stairs. Fred’s heart was in his throat. I shouldn’t have sent her away

Molly began to shout from the floor below “Boys! For Merlin’s sake what are you…” She stopped as the two bounded into the kitchen.

Fred spoke out, “Y/n is in trouble, she’s been caught by snatchers. We need to go.”

Molly’s eyes flickered between the twins, searching for answers, “What do you mean she’s been caught by snatchers?”

“I just got a Patronus from her. They are taking her to get information on Harry.” George answered his mother, “They’re coming for Fred. We need to go and save her, and we need you to cover for us.” He gestured between Molly and Arthur who had just walked into the kitchen.

Arthur looked at his wife. “If Y/n was taken by snatchers they would have gone to Malfoy Manor. That’s a base of operations for them.”

Molly tried to interject, “Arthur we can’t-“

“Molly, the boys are right, they will suspect them coming if all of us are gone. We can track how they are doing with the clock.” Arthur gestured to the tall grandfather clock that was sitting in the living room, “If they get in trouble, then we apparate in and get them out quickly.”

Molly was still not convinced.

“But..”

Fred slammed his fist down on the table. “The longer we wait the more time they have to do something to her.” He looked at George, “We are going now. Tell Bill to be ready to come and back us up. Either George or I will send a Patronus if things start to get bad. George, let’s go.”

The twins stood back ready to apparate when Mr. Weasley stopped them.

“Get in and out quickly, don’t let them see you. Sneak in from the back and stick together. If anything at all goes wrong, you send word immediately; Understand?”

The twins nodded solemnly. They stepped back from the table, nodded to each other, and apparated out of the Burrow.

Arthur took Molly into his arms. He murmured into her hair, “They’ll be fine. I’ll call around for back-up. Just keep an eye on the clock.”

Molly nodded and once Arthur left the room, picked up her knitting and went and sat in the lounge directly opposite the clock. It was going to be a long night.

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The cold lights burned harshly at Y/n’s eyes as she was transported into Malfoy Manor. Rookwood, who had kept his grip tight on the ropes binding her hands, threw her down onto the cold marble floor, walking away with her wand still tight in his grasp.

Y/n landed poorly, and pain seared through her side and shoulder. She tried to move back to her feet, but the ropes only grew tighter. She tried to slow down her breathing, don’t panic that won’t get you anywhere. Just keep breathing, nice and slow.

A sharp, cool voice echoed around the marbled hall, “What is the meaning of all this commotion? Who is the girl?”

From Y/n’s spot on the floor, she saw the figure of Lucius Malfoy walk through to the snatchers.

“This girl’s the key to findin’ Pottah! She’s one of the Weasley twins’ girlfriends. He’ll have to give us the whereabouts of Pottah when he sees how bad we’ve bloodied her up.” Scabior replied gleefully, seeming to take great joy in the pain she was about to be afflicted with.

Lucius took interest immediately, “Sounds like you might have actually done something correctly for once. I’m assuming she’s not pureblood, and that no one is coming to help her? I trust I won’t have an invasion on my hands Scabior, because if I do I will be most displeased. ”

“No, she’s got no connections, we should be…”

While this exchange was occurring Y/n had managed to relax enough to let the ropes around her mouth fall down onto her chin. She had to make an attempt to keep them away from Fred.

“He won’t talk, you know. We broke up. Months ago. He would never betray Harry, especially not for me. Bad luck guys, you’ve got the wrong girl.” Y/n stated this with a false sense of bravado.

“Ha! Listen to ‘er.” Rookwood crouched down and lifted her chin higher. His foul breath wafted into her face as she tried to squirm away. The ropes around her got tighter and were becoming very uncomfortable now.

“Even if I believed you - which I don’t- I still know you’ve known those identical weasels for years. They don’t have it in ‘em to let ya die. Won’t stop me though. And I might get to have a bit of fun while I do it” His grip became tight on her jaw.

“Rookwood,” Lucius summoned Rookwood back to their conversation, “You can play with your new toy later.” He addressed Scabior and the other snatcher, “Go to that pigsty they call a house and tell them we have the girl. Bring this..” He stalked over to one of the side tables and picked up one of two silver two-way mirrors, “That way you can show that you actually have her.”

“Who made you-“

Lucius made an impatient sound, “If you have a better plan then by all means go ahead, but as it is my house and this is the only way of not having to transport her, or one of them here, I suggest you do as I say.”

Scabior opened his mouth to speak, and obviously thinking better of it, shut it again and nodded mutely.

“Very well. Get going then.” Lucius waved Scabior and the nameless snatcher off, and in a blink of an eye, they were gone.

Rookwood remained, uncomfortably close to Y/n. Lucius turned to him, “I do believe it would speed negotiations along if you damaged her a little before they see her.” Rookwood’s eyes shone in glee. “Don’t make too much of a mess. I’ll be back soon to check on your progress.” He turned on his heel and once checking that the second mirror was placed carefully on the mantlepiece, walked out of the hall.

Y/n’s unkempt hair and dirt-covered clothes were easily visible in the mirror. They had put her right on display for one of the most sickening exhibitions in the world. Her reflection was gone as Rookwood stalked over to her, a shining silver knife in his grasp.

It was becoming very difficult not to panic now.

“You see, pretty, Cruciatus curse really won’t do the trick for what we’re tryin’ to achieve here.” He knelt down on the floor, “We gotta make you look the part. Now, anytime you want ta’ tell me something about mister Potter you can go right ahead, and we can stop this unpleasantness. I won’t lie and say I’ll be relieved to stop carvin’, but it’ll definitely be a lot easier for you.”

“You’ll never get anything out of me.” Y/n spat in his face.

He grinned, seemingly not to be angered by the act of disrespect, “Excellent”

Rookwood gently bought the knife down and sliced under her collar bone. Y/n writhed in pain, tears streaming as she started to scream.