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remus doesn’t particularly like when people touch him. it’s instinctual, protective. even when sirius slaps him on the back, laughing hysterically into his ear, when james piles onto him, drunk out of his mind at a post-quidditch-match party (usually slurring about how fantastically he played that day and throwing a snitch into the air that inevitably bumps into his forehead), or when peter backs into him during potions to escape the cloud of smoke, he flinches and pulls back.

the moment he realizes he's fallen for you is when you're walking together by the lake. it's cloudy that day and the air is thick with soon-coming rain. you're talking about everything and nothing at all, finding laughter in the most mundane things.

the moment he realizes he's fallen for you is when he makes a witty remark about lucius malfoy's oily pink scalp and you fold over, overcome with giggles. you bracing yourself on his chest, but he doesn't back away. he actually feels himself leaning into the warmth from your palms while desperately trying to hide the swarm of butterflies that flutter in his stomach. for a moment, the sun peeks out from behind the clouds and illuminates your crinkled eyes - or maybe that's just him.

from that moment, there isn't one day that goes by that he doesn't seek your touch. a brush of your fingers, your head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around you, your warm lips pressed to his.

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HELLO EVERYONE, OLD AND NEW! i just logged on for the first time in ages and saw that even though i've been gone for a while, y'all have still been giving my fics so much love! we also have new friends here - WELCOME! i miss writing so i am back - life has gotten a bit crazy so i can't guarantee i'll be as active as before or putting out super long fics, but i'd like to be active on here again.

thank you for keeping my account warm while i was gone! drafts are being worked on, requests are open, and i missed you all :)

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hi! just want to jump on here because i feel bad for being inactive -- i have drafts in my folders that i've wanted to write but this week has been hard for a multitude of reasons, but mostly because i live in the U.S. and i truly am just so tired of being worried and upset all the time and trying to muster up hope constantly.

hopefully i'll be able to have energy to start writing again soon, especially because it really does help me cope.

for people who may be feeling the same way, please know that i'm here for you, the only way we can get through is to stick together.

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Flowers and Tellyfones

fred weasley x muggleborn reader

summary: you are finally meeting fred's parents for the first time and they are so excited to meet you. you bring mr. weasley a muggle item and he loses his mind in excitement.

warnings: none

y/n: your name

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author's note: I LOVE FREDDIE! that's it, enjoy

"Hello, honey!" Mrs. Weasley ran at you with wide open arms. She pushed Fred out of her path, whose arms were also stretched towards his mother, and he clutched his heart and gasped loudly, feigning hurt.

"Mrs. Weasley!" You stretched your arms out to receive her, "You are looking absolutely beautiful this morning!" She scooped you up and almost knocked the breath out of your lungs, and the flowers you had brought her out of your hand. It was your first time meeting each other in person but you had been writing to her and Mr. Weasley in Fred's occasional letters home and she already loved you like a daughter.

A wide smile split her face and she breathlessly waved off your compliment while wiping a streak of flour from her cheek. "Oh honey, you are too kind, too kind!"

"Looks like you've been replaced, Freddie." George was lugging his large suitcase (weighed down by his and Fred's test products), and patted his brother's shoulder comfortingly.

Fred smirked lovingly at the sight of his mother bombarding you and replied, "None of us are surprised though are we Georgie? Can't blame her though."

Mr. Weasley burst out of the cottage and also bowled over Fred, whose fiery red hair was now rumpled from being knocked about. Arthur managed to knock over George's suitcase as well as he sped towards you. "Well, look who's here!" His excitement was twofold: number one, meeting his future daughter-in-law, and number two, finally being able to discuss muggle life with you.

Months ago, he had found out you were muggle-born and to no one's surprise, a four-foot-long letter arrived the very next morning, filled with questions about your muggle life. The letter was punctuated by an apology from Mrs. Weasley; you could practically hear her rolling her eyes. You were more than happy to oblige Mr. Weasley and had been writing him back and forth for months now, and it was now time for him to grill you in person.

He snatched both of your hands out of Mrs. Weasley's hands and shook them violently. "Y/n, y/n, I can't express enough how delighted I am to meet you finally, so very excited--"

"Alright everyone, okay if I have my girlfriend back?"

Fred pried you from Mr. Weasley's grasp and started to drag you away from his parents, but you remembered something. "Wait, wait!" Fred stared at you quizzically as you reached into your bag and rummaged around. You quickly found what you were looking for and pulled it out.

"For you, Mr. Weasley." You bowed low and presented the item to him. He gasped and clapped his hands in delight.

"A tellyfone!" A chunky gray Nokie lay in your hand. It was your parent's old phone and you had asked them to send it to you weeks ago to pass on to Mr. Weasley. He had mentioned his fascination with hand-held phones in his letters, and even though this one didn't work anymore, you knew he would absolutely lose his mind over it.

He was actually breathless as he carefully approached you, as if the phone would run away if he made any loud noise. "May... may I?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his wide eyes and shaking hands. You placed the phone in his hand and closed his fingers around it. "It's all yours, Mr. Weasley." His eyeballs nearly popped out of his head.

Fred took his chance to grasp your hand again and pull you away. You looked back and smiled at the sight of Mr. Weasley waving the phone in his hand and running to show it off to Mrs. Weasley, who was already backing away.

Fred stopped after a few feet and you felt yourself being spun around. He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you in to plant a huge kiss on your lips.

"Fred!" You blushed as he pulled away and you hastily glanced back at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, nervous that they might have seen. He laughed and gazed at you adoringly.

"My dad's not letting my mom go any time soon, we're not going to see him until sundown." Indeed, Mr. Weasley was still in the throes of excitement as his wife plastered a smile on her face, not wanting to dull her husband's moment.

When you were satisfied that they would not notice, you gave in and threw your arms around his neck, "Fine, baby, give me another one." Fred happily obliged with another kiss, and you held him close as his passionate kiss nearly bent you backwards.

"Gross, guys. Get a room." Ron and Harry gagged as they passed the two of you and Ron called over his shoulder, "In fact, you do have a room! This is your house! Go to your room!"

Fred waggled his eyebrows at you. "He does have a point, y/n, might as well put it to use." With a mischievous cackle, he began dragging you inside with you pretending to protest behind him. Fred didn't think he could be any happier. He'd just had a glimpse into his future, and it was looking good.

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Flowers and Tellyfones

fred weasley x muggleborn reader

summary: you are finally meeting fred's parents for the first time and they are so excited to meet you. you bring mr. weasley a muggle item and he loses his mind in excitement.

warnings: none

y/n: your name

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author's note: I LOVE FREDDIE! that's it, enjoy

"Hello, honey!" Mrs. Weasley ran at you with wide open arms. She pushed Fred out of her path, whose arms were also stretched towards his mother, and he clutched his heart and gasped loudly, feigning hurt.

"Mrs. Weasley!" You stretched your arms out to receive her, "You are looking absolutely beautiful this morning!" She scooped you up and almost knocked the breath out of your lungs, and the flowers you had brought her out of your hand. It was your first time meeting each other in person but you had been writing to her and Mr. Weasley in Fred's occasional letters home and she already loved you like a daughter.

A wide smile split her face and she breathlessly waved off your compliment while wiping a streak of flour from her cheek. "Oh honey, you are too kind, too kind!"

"Looks like you've been replaced, Freddie." George was lugging his large suitcase (weighed down by his and Fred's test products), and patted his brother's shoulder comfortingly.

Fred smirked lovingly at the sight of his mother bombarding you and replied, "None of us are surprised though are we Georgie? Can't blame her though."

Mr. Weasley burst out of the cottage and also bowled over Fred, whose fiery red hair was now rumpled from being knocked about. Arthur managed to knock over George's suitcase as well as he sped towards you. "Well, look who's here!" His excitement was twofold: number one, meeting his future daughter-in-law, and number two, finally being able to discuss muggle life with you.

Months ago, he had found out you were muggle-born and to no one's surprise, a four-foot-long letter arrived the very next morning, filled with questions about your muggle life. The letter was punctuated by an apology from Mrs. Weasley; you could practically hear her rolling her eyes. You were more than happy to oblige Mr. Weasley and had been writing him back and forth for months now, and it was now time for him to grill you in person.

He snatched both of your hands out of Mrs. Weasley's hands and shook them violently. "Y/n, y/n, I can't express enough how delighted I am to meet you finally, so very excited--"

"Alright everyone, okay if I have my girlfriend back?"

Fred pried you from Mr. Weasley's grasp and started to drag you away from his parents, but you remembered something. "Wait, wait!" Fred stared at you quizzically as you reached into your bag and rummaged around. You quickly found what you were looking for and pulled it out.

"For you, Mr. Weasley." You bowed low and presented the item to him. He gasped and clapped his hands in delight.

"A tellyfone!" A chunky gray Nokie lay in your hand. It was your parent's old phone and you had asked them to send it to you weeks ago to pass on to Mr. Weasley. He had mentioned his fascination with hand-held phones in his letters, and even though this one didn't work anymore, you knew he would absolutely lose his mind over it.

He was actually breathless as he carefully approached you, as if the phone would run away if he made any loud noise. "May... may I?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his wide eyes and shaking hands. You placed the phone in his hand and closed his fingers around it. "It's all yours, Mr. Weasley." His eyeballs nearly popped out of his head.

Fred took his chance to grasp your hand again and pull you away. You looked back and smiled at the sight of Mr. Weasley waving the phone in his hand and running to show it off to Mrs. Weasley, who was already backing away.

Fred stopped after a few feet and you felt yourself being spun around. He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you in to plant a huge kiss on your lips.

"Fred!" You blushed as he pulled away and you hastily glanced back at Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, nervous that they might have seen. He laughed and gazed at you adoringly.

"My dad's not letting my mom go any time soon, we're not going to see him until sundown." Indeed, Mr. Weasley was still in the throes of excitement as his wife plastered a smile on her face, not wanting to dull her husband's moment.

When you were satisfied that they would not notice, you gave in and threw your arms around his neck, "Fine, baby, give me another one." Fred happily obliged with another kiss, and you held him close as his passionate kiss nearly bent you backwards.

"Gross, guys. Get a room." Ron and Harry gagged as they passed the two of you and Ron called over his shoulder, "In fact, you do have a room! This is your house! Go to your room!"

Fred waggled his eyebrows at you. "He does have a point, y/n, might as well put it to use." With a mischievous cackle, he began dragging you inside with you pretending to protest behind him. Fred didn't think he could be any happier. He'd just had a glimpse into his future, and it was looking good.

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Aw yay! Can I request a Seamus Finnigan x reader imagine where the reader is Harry’s little sister? They are one year apart. This would take place during the deathly hallows part two & Harry would make her stay with Seamus at Hogwarts because he’s very protective of her. She originally asked if she could go with them to find the Horcruxes. They are very close siblings and she is stubborn, but also scared for her brother. During the battle Harry is relieved to see that Y/N is alive. Seamus saves her from a death eater attack during the battle? He’s very protective of her as well. They spend all their time together outside of classes.

Bodyguard: Pt. 1

seamus finnigan x reader

summary: harry is naturally very protective of you, his little sister. when he leaves to hunt the horcruxes, he asks seamus to help protect you at hogwarts.

warnings: violence

y/n: your name

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It was not easy being Harry Potter's little sister.

Not in the way that people might think — you didn't have a problem with your brother being in the spotlight, that life seemed like a nightmare. As the daughter of Lily and James, you attracted quite a lot of attention anyway, but your brother, being the "Boy Who Lived," had a burning hot spotlight on him. Having less attention agreed with your quieter, shier disposition, especially after seeing what forced stardom put your brother through. You preferred to read quietly in the courtyard, do all of your homework on time and excel in your classes, and and keep your circle small. Your circle adored you — Harry doted on you and your friends loved you with all their hearts. The professors thought you were lovely, and the rest of the school saw you as a smart, friendly girl. Even Peeves left you alone, for the most part.

That fateful night, your mother had known who Voldemort was there for, and by sacrificing herself for Harry, had been able to protect the both of you. However, being at the Dursley's meant that you and Harry would have to continue on her last act act and protect each other. Dudley loved picking on you both, but especially you, the smaller of the two. You quickly proved that you had inherited your mother's bravery. Harry always tried to take the brunt of Dudley's abuse, but you were also fierce and had no problem baring your teeth when you had to. Even at your young age, you would stand up to Dudley whenever he hounded Harry, even though Dudley was twice your size. Sometimes that meant cutting him with your sharp tongue or letting your uncontrollable magic burst out of you. This would always earn you a week in the cupboard, but eventually, Dudley learned to not mess with you.

Harry was even more protective of you at school. Whenever Draco or his crew targeted you, he would whip his wand out faster than they could blink, or if he heard that Snape bullied you in class, he'd have no problem giving him an extra hard time in his class the next day.

Sometimes, it bothered you. Of course, he knew you were perfectly capable and was simply doing his job as your brother, and you loved him for it. But some days, you just wanted an outlet for the rage you carried around and Harry didn't let you have one. He'd say, y/n, I'm not letting you get in trouble because of your anger issues. It was probably good that he got in the way; you were one of the most talented witches Hogwarts had seen, and who knew what damage you were capable of causing if you flew off the handle?

It all came to a head when Harry told you he was leaving. He wouldn't tell you why, and that was the most infuriating part.

"Harry James Potter what do you mean you're not going to tell me why!" It was early morning at the Burrow but you did not care if you woke the entire house up. You stood in the middle of the room with your arms crossed and Harry's head was ducked; he was trying to escape that terrifying glint in your eyes.

"I told you, I can't tell you, y/n. Dumbledore—"

"It's always Dumbledore with you, Harry. Have you ever thought about how unfair it is that he is asking a seventeen year old to defeat one of the most powerful wizards of all time? SEVENTEEN."

"Well technically I'm not taking him out directly—"

"THEN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Your voice rose and his eyes lowered in shame. The guilt was eating Harry alive; he had been wrapped around your finger since your birth and it was excruciating to not be able to tell you where he'd be, that perhaps this would be the last time you'd be together.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and you broke. You rarely saw him like this, and you could not bear to push him any longer. There was no point, anyway. You knew your brother. You knew that unless he did this, unless he was the one to bring down Voldemort, he would be unhappy.

"Oh, Harry." You stepped forward and hugged him. He immediately squeezed you back and rocked you back and forth, the way he would comfort you when you were a child.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I want to tell you, I really do—“

"I know. I'm sorry. It's okay. You'll be okay."

"Harry, it's time to go." Hermione's voice called out softly from behind you. You wiped your tears before turning around. They were standing in the doorway, Hermione holding back tears and Ron looking at you somberly.

Harry pulled back and met your gaze with urgency. "Listen, y/n. If I don't—” But you already knew what he was going to say. You cut him off with a finger and he immediately fell silent. "Don't you dare. Don't be an idiot. I'm seeing you again, no matter what. You do not have a choice, you hear me?" He gulped and nodded. "I can't do this without you, Harry." The words were meant for him, but also for yourself, to try and convince yourself of them as well. Tears were falling fast down your face and you could barely see him or the tears streaking down his face, so you just hugged him again. Your brother would come back to you. He always did.

Harry forced himself to break the hug and pick up his bag. "Listen, y/n. I got in touch with Seamus. I asked him to take care of you."

"Harry, I don't need—” Now it was Harry's turn to give you a silencing look.

"I know you can take care of yourself. But Voldemort knows that you're my greatest weakness, and he will try to use you. I don't want to be sitting in a tent in the middle of nowhere wondering if you're okay, or if you're hurt, or dead, or if he got to you... please just give me this?"

You paused. This was the least you could do. You nodded and Harry sighed in relief. He held out his pinky and you linked your pinky with it, sealing your promise.

He stepped forward to kiss the top of your head and squeeze you one more time. You took a deep breath, trying to memorize the feeling of your brother. Too soon, Harry broke away. He hitched his bag higher on his shoulder and joined Hermione and Ron.

"I love you, toots." His childhood nickname for you. And then they were gone.

With a sob, you collapsed to the ground.

--

Harry's prediction was correct. Hogwarts had always been your safe house, but it had become a waking nightmare. Students hung their heads low in the halls and normally rowdy meals in the Great Hall were silent. Screams echoed through the castle every night. Professors tried their best to take care of all the students, but even their powers were overwhelmed and they could not keep up with everyone.

Normally you were a quiet girl, never wanting to attract attention to yourself, but you discovered that in times of fight or flight, you were fight. You allowed your rage to take over and became a fierce storm everywhere you went.

Under Voldemort's direct orders, the Carrows kept a close eye on you specifically. You weren't Harry Potter, but you were still a Potter, and Voldemort feared you.

Even under their close watch, you managed to help your fellow students whenever you could. Living with the Dursleys meant you had to learn to sneak around, and you had never thought that you time with them would be helpful, but it was now. Once, you helped some third years escape detention; detention used to be writing lines, but now was hours of fun for the Carrows. Another time, Ginny got caught hexing Crabbe and you covered up for her, landing you a week in detention. Harry was somewhere out there protecting the wizarding world from Voldemort, but you were at Hogwarts protecting the students. The only downside was that this all sent Seamus running around trying to do his job the best he could.

"Please, will you stop that, y/n!" Seamus hissed at you for the fifth time this morning. Alecto was sneering at you, and you were glowering right back at him as you walked to class. Nowadays, even one wrong look would land students punishment, so Seamus was jumping out of his skin trying to prevent that from happening. Again.

"Sorry Seamus, can't control it, this is just my face when I see ugly pigs." You said, loud enough for Alecto to hear. Seamus groaned and dragged you into a side hall where you would both be hidden. He grabbed you by your shoulders.

"I promised your brother I would watch out for you. I told him I would die before I'd let anyone hurt you, but I don't necessarily want to if I can help it. So could ya please please help me out here?" Seamus's thick accent grew almost incomprehensible as his desperation rose.

You huffed but thought of Harry and the promise you had made, plus the circles you had sent Seamus running in during the last few weeks. You conceded. "Fine, Seamus, I'll try to keep it to myself, but I can't guarantee anything."

His shoulders fell in relief. "'M guessing I won't be able to stop you all the time, so that's good enough for me."

You chuckled in response, "Wasn't it rude of my dear brother to put this all on you, wasn't it?"

Seamus replied, "Don't worry, I knew what I was walking into." He grinned. "Now madame, may I walk you to your next class?" He bowed low, head knocking against his knees, and you laughed for the first time today. You took his outstretched hand and curtseyed. "Yes my good sir, please, let us go." He offered his elbow and walked you to class with your hand nestled in the crook of his arm.

--

A few months passed, and the nightmare only grew worse. Every morning, you shot up in bed, drenched in a cold sweat, thinking of Harry. Was he alive? Was he lost and helpless? Freezing in the middle of nowhere or being tortured by a Death Eater or one of the poachers? Every morning you wracked your brain in hopes you'd find a way to reach him, but the attempts were futile. Usually, these thoughts faded as soon as you made your way out of the common room to Seamus, who was always waiting for you with a smile on his face. He walked you to all your meals and your classes, and you tried for his sake, to reel yourself in and stay out of trouble.

His constant presence took some getting used to. You were so used to independence, but you quickly learned to enjoy your time with him. Seamus didn't tell you, but he secretly thanked Harry every day for assigning him this task. Because of Harry, he could spend his entire day escorting you places, sharing meals with you, and making you laugh to try and pull you out of the darkness, even for a few minutes.

As it turns out, there had been no need to worry about your protection. It seemed the whole of Hogwarts had realized the danger you would be in for being who you were, and rose up to protect the Potter name. Neville and Ginny had immediately stepped in to look out for you whenever they could. Former DA members helped as well with the skills they had learned from Harry. Hagrid never stopped protecting you. The professors were always in your vicinity and if you were ever in trouble, were the first ones at the scene. You wished you could tell Harry all of this, so he wouldn't have to worry about you.

One evening, you were walking back to your room with Seamus like you did every night, laughing and giggling about some stupid joke he made.

Suddenly, someone cut you off. Your eyes travelled up until they met Amycus Carrow's leering smile. You felt Seamus's hand grab your arm and pull you closer.

"Well, well. The other Potter. How are we this evening?"

You were strangely calm as you shot back, "Fine and dandy, professor. How are you?" Amycus was not thrilled at seeing someone this calm around him and his tiny pig-eyes narrowed in discontent.

"Back off." Seamus hissed and slid his hand towards his wand in his back pocket.

Amycus noticed Seamus for the first time, and turned his attention to the red-faced boy. "Oho, and your little boyfriend is here too? What a treat! Unfortunately, my sister has kindly requested only miss Potter's presence, so I will have to separate you, just for the night." Amycus's hand started to reach out for you, but Seamus had already whipped out his wand.

"LIKE HELL YOU WILL!" There was a flash of red, and Amycus flew back and slammed into the ground. You whirled around and yelled, "You idiot, Seamus! Why would you do that!" You grabbed your wand and pointed it at the Death Eater as well, who was already rising to his feet. There was a new glint of fury in his eye.

"Yes, Seamus, why would you do that?"

Neither you or Seamus dared to move. A terrifying smile spread wide across Amycus's face.

"Casting a spell against a professor is against the rules, Mr. Finnigan. Grounds for detention," Amycus paused and stroked his chin before continuing, "But no... I don't think that would be enough punishment for you, hm? No, I don't think so. I think I will have to punish your girlfriend instead--"

"NO!" Seamus moved to hit Amycus with another spell, but before he could utter a word, there was another flash of red light and Seamus crumpled unconscious to the ground.

"SEAMUS!" You lunged towards him but you were a step too slow; Amycus's rough hands closed around your arm and started dragging you away. You thrashed with all your might, but he was too large and too strong.

"SOMEBODY HELP HIM, PLEASE!" You sobbed as you fought, but everyone was still at dinner, no one could hear you.

"No one is coming to help him, Miss Potter. When he wakes up, you'll be long gone."

A surge of anger streaked through your body and you managed to grab onto his arm. Amycus yelled in pain as you threw your weight and twisted his shoulder in an unnatural direction, and in that split second, you were able to swing around and punch him straight in the crotch.

He howled with rage and doubled over. You wiggled out of his grip and whipped out your wand, but even in his pain, Amycus was quick.

He grabbed you by your throat and squeezed.

"You bitch." He slammed you against the stone wall and dragged you upwards so your feel were dangling off the ground. Your wand clattered to the ground. You couldn't make a sound, couldn't even try to breathe. All you could do was claw at his hand. "I want the last thing you see to be my face. You have no chance, Potter. I will watch you struggle as you die slowly and painfully, and then I'll throw your rotting body in front of your brother before the Dark Lord finishes him." You wanted to scream for help, for anyone, for Harry, but you couldn't. Black spots started blurring your vision and you could feel yourself fading. No matter how hard you had fought, no matter how much Seamus had done for you, how much everyone had done, this was it. You had been caught, and now you were going to pay.

You were too weak to fight anymore. Upon seeing the life start to leave your eyes, Amycus began to grin, drunk on power. You closed your eyes, waiting for the end, trying to picture something other than his horrible smile...

Suddenly, you were on the ground. You coughed and gagged violently as air rushed back into your lungs. As you laid your head on the ground, lungs screaming, you felt a body hit the ground a few feet away with a thud.

"Y/n!" Seamus was somehow beside you, stroking your hair. You were able to slowly regain full consciousness, and with a groan, push yourself up. Seamus immediately propped you up and held your face in both of his hands, inspecting it to make sure you were really alive. There was terror in his roaming eyes as he frantically looked over you. When he was satisfied you were alright, he let out a huge sigh of relief and pulled you to him. You leaned against his chest and realized you were soaking his sweater with your tears.

"Y/n... y/n... I'm so sorry," Seamus's voice cracked, "I should have known... I should have been more careful, I should have been faster." You wanted to comfort him, but you couldn't get any words out. He held you in his arms as you cried and he shook against you.

"We must go now, miss Potter." Professor Mcgonagall's voice came from above, and you looked up, surprised. You hadn't noticed that she was the one who had cast the spell to blast Amycus aside. She calmly straightened her robes, then offered her her hand to you. She pulled you up with a surprising strength.

"P-professor?" As you regained your footing, you stared, bewildered, at her. Her eyes were stern and fiery, but her lips were turned up into a gentle smile.

"Did you really think Amycus could outsmart me, miss y/n?" You shook your head violently but stopped when it started making you dizzy. Seamus held you up and explained, "She was the one who found me. She brought me back and found you. She's going to help us with plan B."

You were confused. There was no where to go except away from Hogwarts, and even then, the Death Eaters would track you down, no problem. "Plan B?"

He took both of your hands in his and said, "Yes, we made a plan, just in case this exact thing happened."

"Who is we?"

"Us. Me, Neville, Luna, Ginny. All of us came up with a plan in case your life was ever threatened, but we need to go now."

He dug out a galleon from his pocket, the one the DA had used to communicate just two years prior, and turned it in his hand.

"It'll alert them to activate the plan. They'll meet us there. Now, I know it hurts, but I need you to push through for just a little bit longer, 'kay?" He glanced up at Professor Mcgonagall and started to explain, but before he could tell her the plan, she held up her hand and said, "Mr. Finnigan, I do not know what the plan is and I do not want to know. All I must know is that you with both be safe." You knew exactly what she was thinking; if she somehow ended up in the hands of the death eaters, there was a possibility — a slim one, but still a possibility — that the information could be forced out of her. Seamus closed his mouth and nodded.

She nodded curtly, satisfied, and said, "Come with me, you two." You and Seamus ran after Professor Mcgonagall's billowing robes. When you reached your destination, she turned to you and said, "Miss Potter, never lose that resilience of yours. The world may cycle through terrible times such as these, but resilience and hope is what keeps it together." Her eyes softened, and she whispered, so quietly that you thought for a moment she might be talking to herself, "I see your brother in you, miss Potter, and your mother and your father. I always have, and I always will. Never lose the hope, never lose it."

To Professor Mcgonagall's amusement and delight, you tackled her with a hug. She hid her tears and watched until she disappeared safely into your room. Back in your room, you began to pack. You threw some clothes into your bag, along with a few random toiletries, and rummaged through your underwear drawer for the DA coin. You picked up the weighty thing and felt the coolness in your hand. Then your eyes roamed to a photograph that lay hidden underneath a pile of socks.

The picture had been taken last Christmas, before everything had fallen apart, when you had started to finally allow yourself to believe you could find peace and happiness. You and Harry were sitting arm-in-arm in front of the fireplace at the Burrow, clad in that year's hand-knit sweaters from Mrs. Weasley, Christmas pants, and fluffy socks. In the picture, you and Harry were reeling with laughter at something Fred was saying. A brother and a sister, thrust into a life of chaos they never asked for. A last moment of happiness that would at least last in that picture.

You paused for a second and ran your fingers along the photograph, feeling pang of emptiness in your chest at the memory. Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes, but you gulped it down. You would have time to cry later.

You forced yourself out of the trance, then shoved the galleon into your pocket and the photo into your bag, as well as the sweater from Mrs. Weasley, before rushing out to meet Seamus.

He wasted no time and grabbed your hand. "This way." He led you out of the tower and down the halls through a vaguely familiar path, and it didn't take long before you realized where you were running to, the spot you would frequent years ago for DA meetings.

You and Seamus skidded to a halt in the hallway and he began muttering, "I need somewhere to hide students where Death Eaters can't get in. I need somewhere to hide students where Death Eaters can't get in. I need somewhere to hide—"

"YOU PIECES OF SCUM!" Alecto's roar of rage bounced off the walls and you whipped your wand out in preparation.

"Seamus, don't know if you heard, but we have a friend joining us." Seamus nodded and began to whisper more quickly under his breath.

"YOU FILTHY COCKROACHES, I SWEAR TO THE DARK LORD AND ALL THE DARK FORCES IN THIS WORLD I WILL MANGLE YOU BOTH." Her voice was getting dangerously close and you could now feel her feet pounding on the floor.

"Y/n, here!"

You whirled around and saw that a door had appeared. It swung open on its own and you grabbed Seamus's outstretched hand. He pulled you in, and the door slammed shut, sealing the room to the outside world, just in time.

You both slid down the wall, hand in hand. Your heart was pounding with fear but also exhilaration, and you glanced over at Seamus, who was also panting, forehead slick with sweat. He caught your eye and smiled, and despite the panic you had felt mere seconds ago, you couldn't help but smile back.

"You did it, Seamus." You let yourself collapse onto his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you and drew you closer to rest his cheek on your head.

"We did it."

"You're right, I pissed off Amycus and got us into this mess."

Seamus lifted his head off of you and tugged your chin up to look him in the eyes. "Don't you dare blame this on yourself, y/n. He deserved it and you did what you had to do, you always have. And I love you for it."

As the last sentence slipped out of his mouth, you gaped; his face which was turning pinker by the minute as he realized what he had said. Thankfully, a dreamy voice floated towards you.

"Why, hello! You've made it!" You turned and saw Luna standing in front of you with a small smile. Her hair was messy and her clothes were slightly rumpled, but she seemed otherwise unfazed.

Neville's voice came from the far side of the room, "Oh, thank Merlin, we were beginning to think you weren't going to make it." You watched, stunned, as he came out of a passageway in the wall that swallowed itself up as soon as he stepped out. His left eye was purple and swollen and his pants were torn at the knee, but he was still grinning. He held a platter of bread and meats, as well as a couple bottles of butterbeer.

"Neville? I... how did you..."

"Oh this," Neville waved his hand casually at the wall, "Luna and I had no time to pack any food before coming here and as we were thinking about what to do, this passageway opened up. Turns out it leads to Hog's Head. Dumbledore's brother apparently runs the place, did you know that?! He gave us the food. Said we could come whenever we needed, but didn't seem too thrilled about it."

All you could do was stare, and he shot you a crooked smile and dragged a small dusty table from the corner to set the tray down on.

Luna motioned for you to join. "Come eat, y/n. You need food and rest."

Seamus coughed from beside you and rose to his feet. As he pulled you up, he said, "She's right, and we need to figure out what to do about that bruise on your throat." The only indication of his profession of love was his cheeks, still blushing. He led you to a seat, then grabbed a loaf of bread and tore a piece off, one for you, one for him. He flopped down next to you and let out a groan of relief that rivaled Aunty Muriel's.

Luna was still gazing at you, and in between slow bites, said, "I'll take a look at your neck after you eat, y/n. I don't have much practice in healing but I've read a lot about it. It should be fun to try!"

You nodded hesitantly, not very confident you wanted Luna experimenting on you, and choked on a laugh when you turned to see Neville's look of horror and apprehension.

Seamus leaned in and whispered into your ear, "Don't worry, I'll protect you from her too." You playfully hit his knee, and it was your turn to blush when you met his soft gaze. His face was inches away and you could practically feel his soft breath on you. Your hand was still resting on his knee.

Suddenly Neville coughed loudly and you both jumped apart. Suppressing a smirk, he said, "If everyone could keep in mind this is a room of requirement, that would be wonderful. A room." You hastily tore at your bread and Seamus choked on a piece of sausage. Luna's dreamy expression had a knowing look hidden underneath.

You shoved the bread down your throat and swallowed painfully. "Thank you guys for everything you've been doing. I hate that you've had to risk your lives..." Neville waved you off and said, "You forget that we could have chosen not to do this. No one forced us and we're doing this because we want to." Luna nodded in agreement.

You held back tears as a wave of gratitude washed over you. Seamus noticed your silence and slid his arm around your shoulders.

"We're sticking with you no matter what, okay? It's not just because of Harry either, we just care about you. And you can't stop us, so don't even try." Luna rubbed your arm consolingly and Neville leaned awkwardly across the table to pat your hand.

Neville smiled and said, "Eat up while we have all this, there should be a few others joining us soon."

For the first time in a while, you were able to enjoy your meal, surrounded by friends, in a safe place. For a few minutes there, you even started to feel something you thought you had lost. Hope.

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Bludgering to You

fred weasley x reader

summary: during a quidditch match, fred gets a bit too competitive and crashes into you. he didn't believe in all the clichés about love at first sight before, but as soon as he lays his eyes on you, all that changes.

warnings: none

y/n: your name

y/h: your house

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The crowd roared as Fred punted the bludger away from Angelina, mere inches from hitting her straight in the face and knocking her off her broom. She jerked in the air, startled, but quickly regained her composure and sped off to score yet another ten points for Gryffindor.

"And he does it again! Fred Weasley saves the team captain from the Slytherin team!" Lee Jordan's voice boomed throughout the stadium as Gryffindors cheered and Slytherins scowled. Fred waved his bat above his head in victory as Lee continued, "Especially impressive, considering I was almost knocked off this podium when I saw Goyle's toad-face --" The microphone screeched and Lee's voice disappeared as Professor Mcgonagall snatched the microphone from his hand and scolded him. Lee merely grinned at her.

Goyle's face did look particularly toadlike today, and his already ruddy face was slowly turning into a darker shade of scarlet.

Fred waggled his fingers at Goyle who was now speeding off, "Sorry mate, better luck next time!" He allowed himself one more celebratory loop in the air before he caught George's eye from a few hundred feet away. He was waving his arms in the air at his brother and yelling something Fred could not quite understand.

"What? George, I can't hear you!"

Fred weaved through the players and realized George was pointing. When he got close enough, George yelled again, "DOUBLE BLUDGER!" He jabbed his fingers at Fred's right and left sides, and Fred whipped his head around just in time to see a bludger flying at him.

He managed to drop a few feet in the air and avoid having his skull smashed in. The two bludgers crashed in the air above him; Crabbe and Goyle had teamed up to take Fred out. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Goyle racing away. Fred yelled after them, "OI, YOU TROLL, do you even know how Quidditch works!" They high-fived each other and sniggered, triggering a burst of anger in his chest.

Fred narrowed his eyes at the them in the distance. Suddenly, George was at his side.

"Mate, don't pay attention to them, you have to focus! We can test a puking pastille on them later, I promise!"

Fred nodded curtly, but his mind had not shifted. As he flew away, he saw a one bludger flying towards Harry, another flying towards Katie Bell.

He alerted George but he had already seen it and was speeding towards Katie. Fred turned midair to fly towards and unaware Harry, who was concentrating on finding his tiny gold target. Maybe the anger served as fuel, because he arrived at Harry's side long before he could be hit and smacked the heavy ball away.

Harry called over his shoulder, "Thanks mate!" Before returning to his search for the snitch.

Fred was still breathing heavily, but not from the exhilaration of the match. His eyes were still trained on the opposing team's beaters.

"Don't you dare, Weasley!" Angelina's keen eye had caught the look in his eyes and she called out, "Save that for after the match! Not right now, we can't afford to lose!" But Fred didn't hear her.

He caught hold of a bludger and sped off towards his first target: Goyle.

"YOU IDIOT!!" Angelina screamed in anger as he left her behind.

"Take THIS!" He hurled the bludger at Goyle, whose reaction time was too slow, and it knocked his left arm enough to send him toppling in the air. Fred observed, satisfied, as the smirk was wiped off his pimply face. He caught another bludger and prepared to strike again, but Goyle was less cocky and more alert this time and was able to fly off before Fred could act.

Fred had expected this though, so he was at the ready for the chase. Goyle bobbed and weaved through the players, but as he was a much less talented flier than Fred, he couldn't escape. Fred managed to strike again, this time in the shoulder. He purposefully did not throw hard enough to seriously injure him or put the team in trouble; years of playing Quidditch had honed his ability to control the force at which he threw the bludgers.

Suddenly, Fred saw Goyle reach into his robe. He watched it happen in slow motion: Goyle whipped out a wand and pointed behind him, straight at Fred. Having never seen a wand on the field, as they were prohibited in Quidditch, he moved too slowly to escape Goyle's attack.

"NO!" Fred lunged at the wand but Goyle was too far away, and the spell hit him straight in the chest.

The crowd collectively gasped as it sent him reeling through the air. He could not gain control of his broom for the life of him, and he spun around and around, the only thing he could do was grip the handle as hard as he could. After a few moments, he managed to slow the spinning, but too late; with a loud CRASH, he crashed into the y/h stands.

Students screamed as he crashed into the benches, which splintered and sent wood flying in all directions. Most of them had been able to run out of the way, but there were a few who were knocked off their bench by the force of his crash.

"FRED WEASLEY IS DOWN! FRED WEASLEY IS DOWN!" Lee was jumping up and down and screaming into his microphone, "For those who missed it, Goyle hexed Fred Weasley, THAT HIDEOUS COCKROACH! SOMEONE GO DO SOMETHING!"

Fred's head was still spinning so he could barely hear the crowd. As he gained his senses, he realized that he had crashed directly into a person and was laying on top of them. He quickly pushed himself off of the poor student.

"Are you alright?" He immediately grabbed the student's hand and hoisted them onto their feet.

"I think so? I think I'm okay." Y/n looked down at herself and assessed for any injuries, but miraculously, she did not have a scratch on her.

Y/n looked up at Fred and their eyes met. As quickly as he crashed into her, Fred lost his senses.

He had heard of people describe the moment they met their partners in a magical, fantastical way that he was always skeptical of, and he even made fun of them. They would talk about how time slowed and fireworks went off in their minds, and they just knew this person was the one, but he had never believed it. Love makes people fools, he would say.

But now, he was being proven wrong.

As he gazed into her eyes, time did, in fact, slow, and fireworks exploded through his entire body, the way people had always described. His mind filled with music that wasn't actually there, and every time he recounted this moment to her or their friends or even strangers for years and years after, he would swear he felt a zing! (Y/n would roll her eyes every time, but with a big smile on her face).

"Um... hello?" He was brought back to life when y/n waved her hand in front of his face. He didn't realize that his jaw had been hanging open and that he was still holding the other hand he had hoisted her up with. Amusement danced in her eyes and when she smiled at him, he almost toppled over.

He managed to stumble out, "I'm -- 'm so sorr- didn't mean to--" He didn't know what was happening to him -- usually he was so smooth around girls. Y/n found it endearing though, and laughed in response.

She squeezed his hand reassuringly and replied, "That's alright, I'm okay! You gotta do what you gotta do right?"

In a desperate attempt to prove he wasn't a fool, Fred managed to gather himself enough to gasp out, "PrettiestgirlI'veeverbeenbludgeredinto--" before he was interrupted.

"--AN ABSOLUTE FOOL, YOU LOOK LIKE AN ABSOLUTE FOOL, FREDDIE! CLOSE YOUR MOUTH or A BIRD'S GONNA FLY IN--" Lee's cackle was cut off, and Mcgonagall's voice now boomed, "MR. WEASLEY, GET BACK OUT THERE NOW!"

Fred blushed a deep pink and dropped y/n's hand as if it had burned him. As she laughed, he stammered out some sort of sheepish apology before hopping back on his broom and flying back out.

Thankfully, some people had still been paying attention to the game, and the second Fred flew back in, Harry caught the snitch and the game was over.

Fred flew down, still feeling lightheaded from his encounter with y/n. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Angelina was storming over to him.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, WEASLEY!" Steam was practically pouring out of her ears, "DID I OR DID I NOT TELL YOU TO DROP IT? HUH, WEASLEY? WHAT DID I TELL YOU TO DO!" Professor Mcgonagall was following close behind Angelina and was scolding Fred over her, "-- could have injured yourself or a student, for Merlin's sake, or worse, gotten yourself banned--"

Meanwhile, Harry, who had been too focused on the snitch and missed the hubbub, was jogging alongside the rest of the team and asking, "What was that? What happened? Someone tell me what happened, for the LOVE of--" With a voice tight with suppressed laughter, George shrugged and said, "Can't save you this time, mate."

The team members were giggling and talking over each other, Angelina and Professor Mcgonagall were still scolding him, and Harry was tugging at his robes, still trying to figure out what had happened, but Fred couldn't hear any of it. He had caught y/n's eye again, all the way across the stadium from the ground, and she was smiling sympathetically right at him. He was hopelessly lost in her smile, and he timidly held up his hand and waved. She scrunched her nose in an adorable way and gave him a thumbs up of encouragement. A grin spread across Fred's face.

This brought on another bout of yelling and threats from Angelina as well as more laughter from the team, and still, Fred barely heard her. It was all noise to him.

Professor Mcgonagall caught his far-off look and followed his gaze to see that he was staring right at you. She maintained a stern look, but on the inside, couldn't help but soften. She knew that look. She had seen it countless times before.

And even as Fred was being dragged away by a furious Angelina, he was still smiling and managed to memorize every part of y/n's face, vowing to find her after what surely would be a long post-game meeting.

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how each golden trio era character acts when they lay their eyes on you for the first time: PT. 1

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harry: harry is brooding at the lake after the bad day when he sees you for the first time. he's startled by you, but when you apologize and start to head back, he calls after you and says you can stay. you two sit in silence a few feet apart for a while, making occasional conversation. before, he was quiet because he was brooding, but now, he's quiet because his brain is screaming trying to work up the courage to talk to you. even during lulls in conversation, the silence is comfortable and this becomes a regular thing.

ron: ron chokes on a pumpkin pasty when he lays his eyes on you for the first time, and harry has to thump his back to save him. you're walking by him and notice his predicament, and you glance at him, slightly worried, but then can't help but smile at the sight of harry standing over him trying to save his life. he succeeds, only for ron to choke all over again when he sees your smile and hermione has to magic the pasty out of his throat.

hermione: she's hard at work in the library (as usual) when you sit down a little ways down the table from her. you accidentally drop your books on the table and she's distracted by the commotion. she looks up to glare but when she sees you, the glare is wiped off her face and she looks right back down at her book, pretending to read. unfortunately, she isn't taking in any of the information anymore and spends the rest of the study session stealing glances at you.

fred: he doesn't even try to hide his infatuation when he first meets you. he does wonder though, how he's never noticed you before. probably too busy causing a ruckus with george. he tries to be smooth and flirt, something that usually comes naturally to him, but he stumbles over his words and blurts out random things just to continue the conversation with you. george has quite a time making fun of him for the next week.

george: when he sees you, he goes silent, which doesn't happen often, so fred and lee notice immediately. when they realize what caused this, they immediately set off on a mission to draw as much attention to george as possible so that you'll notice him. he tries with all his might to stop them, running around to snatch away their wands, but this is a ruckus in itself and it catches your attention. even though they succeeded in their mission, fred and lee still carry out their plan and set off fireworks that burst above george in the shape of bright pink hearts, pretty appropriate since he melts as soon as he hears your laugh. the entire school knows george is basically in love with you by the end of the hour.sort or even making eye contact with you for the rest of the match. the next week, you come to watch his practice; you found his attempts to impress endearing, and when he sees you, he chokes on a bug and accidentally sends angelina and alicia crashing into each other.

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Bludgering to You

fred weasley x reader

summary: during a quidditch match, fred gets a bit too competitive and crashes into you. he didn't believe in all the clichés about love at first sight before, but as soon as he lays his eyes on you, all that changes.

y/n: your name

y/h: your house

word count: 1.7k

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The crowd roared as Fred punted the bludger away from Angelina, mere inches from hitting her straight in the face and knocking her off her broom. She jerked in the air, startled, but quickly regained her composure and sped off to score yet another ten points for Gryffindor.

"And he does it again! Fred Weasley saves the team captain from the Slytherin team!" Lee Jordan's voice boomed throughout the stadium as Gryffindors cheered and Slytherins scowled. Fred waved his bat above his head in victory as Lee continued, "Really impressive she didn’t fall off considering I almost fell off this podium when I saw Goyle's toad-face --" The microphone screeched and Lee's voice disappeared as Professor Mcgonagall snatched the microphone from his hand and scolded him. Lee merely grinned at her.

Goyle's face did look particularly toadlike today, and his already ruddy face was slowly turning into a darker shade of scarlet.

Fred waggled his fingers at Goyle who was now speeding off, "Sorry mate, better luck next time!" He allowed himself one more celebratory loop in the air before he caught George's eye from a few hundred feet away. He was waving his arms in the air at his brother and yelling something Fred could not quite understand.

"What? George, I can't hear you!"

Fred weaved through the players and realized George was pointing. When he got close enough, George yelled again, "DOUBLE BLUDGER!" He jabbed his fingers at Fred's right and left sides, and Fred whipped his head around just in time to see a bludger flying at him.

He managed to drop a few feet in the air and avoid having his skull smashed in. The two bludgers crashed in the air above him; Crabbe and Goyle had teamed up to take Fred out. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Goyle racing away. Fred yelled after them, "OI, YOU TROLL, do you even know how Quidditch works!" They high-fived each other and sniggered, triggering a burst of anger in his chest.

Fred narrowed his eyes at the them in the distance. Suddenly, George was at his side.

"Mate, don't pay attention to them, you have to focus! We can test a puking pastille on them later, I promise!"

Fred nodded curtly, but his mind had not shifted. As he flew away, he saw a one bludger flying towards Harry, another flying towards Katie Bell.

He alerted George but he had already seen it and was speeding towards Katie. Fred turned midair to fly towards and unaware Harry, who was concentrating on finding his tiny gold target. Maybe the anger served as fuel, because he arrived at Harry's side long before he could be hit and smacked the heavy ball away.

Harry called over his shoulder, "Thanks mate!" Before returning to his search for the snitch.

Fred was still breathing heavily, but not from the exhilaration of the match. His eyes were still trained on the opposing team's beaters.

"Don't you dare, Weasley!" Angelina's keen eye had caught the look in his eyes and she called out, "Save that for after the match! Not right now, we can't afford to lose!" But Fred didn't hear her.

He caught hold of a bludger and sped off towards his first target: Goyle.

"YOU IDIOT!!" Angelina screamed in anger as he left her behind.

"Take THIS!" He hurled the bludger at Goyle, whose reaction time was too slow, and it knocked his left arm enough to send him toppling in the air. Fred observed, satisfied, as the smirk was wiped off his pimply face. He caught another bludger and prepared to strike again, but Goyle was less cocky and more alert this time and was able to fly off before Fred could act.

Fred had expected this though, so he was at the ready for the chase. Goyle bobbed and weaved through the players, but as he was a much less talented flier than Fred, he couldn't escape. Fred managed to strike again, this time in the shoulder. He purposefully did not throw hard enough to seriously injure him or put the team in trouble; years of playing Quidditch had honed his ability to control the force at which he threw the bludgers.

Suddenly, Fred saw Goyle reach into his robe. He watched it happen in slow motion: Goyle whipped out a wand and pointed behind him, straight at Fred. Having never seen a wand on the field, as they were prohibited in Quidditch, he moved too slowly to escape Goyle's attack.

"NO!" Fred lunged at the wand but Goyle was too far away, and the spell hit him straight in the chest.

The crowd collectively gasped as it sent him reeling through the air. He could not gain control of his broom for the life of him, and he spun around and around, the only thing he could do was grip the handle as hard as he could. After a few moments, he managed to slow the spinning, but too late; with a loud CRASH, he crashed into the y/h stands.

Students screamed as he crashed into the benches, which splintered and sent wood flying in all directions. Most of them had been able to run out of the way, but there were a few who were knocked off their bench by the force of his crash.

"FRED WEASLEY IS DOWN! FRED WEASLEY IS DOWN!" Lee was jumping up and down and screaming into his microphone, "For those who missed it, Goyle hexed Fred Weasley, THAT HIDEOUS COCKROACH! SOMEONE GO DO SOMETHING!"

Fred's head was still spinning so he could barely hear the crowd. As he gained his senses, he realized that he had crashed directly into a person and was laying on top of them. He quickly pushed himself off of the poor student.

"Are you alright?" He immediately grabbed the student's hand and hoisted them onto their feet.

"I think so? I think I'm okay." Y/n looked down at herself and assessed for any injuries, but miraculously, she did not have a scratch on her.

Y/n looked up at Fred and their eyes met. As quickly as he crashed into her, Fred lost his senses.

He had heard of people describe the moment they met their partners in a magical, fantastical way that he was always skeptical of, and he even made fun of them. They would talk about how time slowed and fireworks went off in their minds, and they just knew this person was the one, but he had never believed it. Love makes people fools, he would say.

But now, he was being proven wrong.

As he gazed into her eyes, time did, in fact, slow, and fireworks exploded through his entire body, the way people had always described. His mind filled with music that wasn't actually there, and every time he recounted this moment to her or their friends or even strangers for years and years after, he would swear he felt a zing! (Y/n would roll her eyes every time, but with a big smile on her face).

"Um... hello?" He was brought back to life when y/n waved her hand in front of his face. He didn't realize that his jaw had been hanging open and that he was still holding the other hand he had hoisted her up with. Amusement danced in her eyes and when she smiled at him, he almost toppled over.

He managed to stumble out, "I'm -- 'm so sorr- didn't mean to--" He didn't know what was happening to him -- usually he was so smooth around girls. Y/n found it endearing though, and laughed in response.

She squeezed his hand reassuringly and replied, "That's alright, I'm okay! You gotta do what you gotta do right?"

In a desperate attempt to prove he wasn't a fool, Fred managed to gather himself enough to gasp out, "PrettiestgirlI'veeverbeenbludgeredinto--" before he was interrupted.

"--AN ABSOLUTE FOOL, YOU LOOK LIKE AN ABSOLUTE FOOL, FREDDIE! CLOSE YOUR MOUTH or A BIRD'S GONNA FLY IN--" Lee's cackle was cut off, and Mcgonagall's voice now boomed, "MR. WEASLEY, GET BACK OUT THERE NOW!"

Fred blushed a deep pink and dropped y/n's hand as if it had burned him. As she laughed, he stammered out some sort of sheepish apology before hopping back on his broom and flying back out.

Thankfully, some people had still been paying attention to the game, and the second Fred flew back in, Harry caught the snitch and the game was over.

Fred flew down, still feeling lightheaded from his encounter with y/n. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Angelina was storming over to him.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, WEASLEY!" Steam was practically pouring out of her ears, "DID I OR DID I NOT TELL YOU TO DROP IT? HUH, WEASLEY? WHAT DID I TELL YOU TO DO!" Professor Mcgonagall was following close behind Angelina and was scolding Fred over her, "-- could have injured yourself or a student, for Merlin's sake, or worse, gotten yourself banned--"

Meanwhile, Harry, who had been too focused on the snitch and missed the hubbub, was jogging alongside the rest of the team and asking, "What was that? What happened? Someone tell me what happened, for the LOVE of--" With a voice tight with suppressed laughter, George shrugged and said, "Can't save you this time, mate."

The team members were giggling and talking over each other, Angelina and Professor Mcgonagall were still scolding him, and Harry was tugging at his robes, still trying to figure out what had happened, but Fred couldn't hear any of it. He had caught y/n's eye again, all the way across the stadium from the ground, and she was smiling sympathetically right at him. He was hopelessly lost in her smile, and he timidly held up his hand and waved. She scrunched her nose in an adorable way and gave him a thumbs up of encouragement. A grin spread across Fred's face.

This brought on another bout of yelling and threats from Angelina as well as more laughter from the team, and still, Fred barely heard her. It was all noise to him.

Professor Mcgonagall caught his far-off look and followed his gaze to see that he was staring right at you. She maintained a stern look, but on the inside, couldn't help but soften. She knew that look. She had seen it countless times before.

And even as Fred was being dragged away by a furious Angelina, he was still smiling and managed to memorize every part of y/n's face, vowing to find her after what surely would be a long post-game meeting.

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We'll be Alright.

harry x reader, after the battle.

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The sun broke over the horizon, casting blinding rays through the large window in the Great Hall and over the triumphant scene. There was so much movement, so much celebration going on, but you were frozen to your spot.

In the past hour, you had experienced the most agonizing pain in your heart that not even the Cruciatus curse could recreate when you saw him laying limp in Hagrid's arms. You had let out a cry that had torn every cell of your body apart, a cry that ripped out the hearts of everyone who could hear it.

Then, his resurrection, and then his defeat of Voldemort. The flash of light that had ended it all.

The students were in an uproar around you, jumping up and down, shooting celebratory sparks into the air, crying and holding each other, but you couldn't move.

You swayed on your feet and Hermione gripped you tight to hold you up. Your body was frozen, except for your eyes darting around the crowd. They were looking for one person, and one person only. You barely felt the grip on your arms as your breath quickened.

And suddenly, there it was. A mess of black hair, dusty from the rubble and dirt, pushing through the crowd, desperately moving in your direction. Hands were stretching towards him; everyone wanted to see a glimpse of him, to feel his heroic presence, the only thing on his mind was you.

Everything slowed down.

You could feel your heartbeat thudding against your ribcage and all the noise around you muffled. All you wanted to do was push through towards that black hair, towards the person trying to reach you, your limbs betrayed you. You could not feel anything in them and you could not move them.

A flash of green.

The sight of those all-too familiar green eyes, filled with tears of the desperation his body was moving with, broke your trance. You had no time to think before your body broke out of Hermione's hold and started pushing through the crowd. Upon seeing your face, the crowd parted for you. They knew who you were and who you were running to.

You were running to him. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the love of your life, your entire past, present, and future.

"HARRY!" His name exploded through your lips, and your vision was blurry with tears, but you kept your sight on the green.

"Please, please, I need to get to her, PLEASE!" Harry was swimming desperately through the crowd now, pleading with them because he, couldn't, wouldn't survive unless he got to you. His cries ripped out of his soul, and he felt as if it would tear it in two.

He was only a few feet away from you now. You couldn't wait those milliseconds it would take to reach him, and threw yourself through that last stretch of distance. He pushed through those last couple of feet, and you crashed into each other. He threw his arms around you, swallowing your entire being. Your hands flew around him and the force lifted your feet off the ground. He was sobbing into your neck and you were drenching his shoulder with your tears, which were running uncontrollably down your face. He cries were an agonizingly beautiful sound that was proof of the love that Dumbledore had spoken endlessly about. The love that keeps life alive.

The pang of loneliness the little boy felt in the cupboard at the Dursley's, the countless moments of fear he had felt over the past seven years, the terror that had filled him through the past couple of months when he was fulfilling his mission, all spilled out of him.

When he was away from you, he knew that at any moment, he could die before holding you one last time, without hearing your laugh again. When he heard your voice on that radio, he clung to every second that he could hear your voice. When he held onto that last memory with you at the Burrow, that one last tear-filled kiss you had shared, he felt glints of hope. With that kiss, you had poured your love into his soul, hoping it would protect him just like his mother's had.

When he had walked into that clearing, he did not have you by his side, and yet the only thought in his mind was that with this sacrifice, he would be able to save you. He walked in with his head held up high, surrounded by his family, your smile filling his mind's eye and melting his fear. With that, he met Death with open arms.

For the past few months, he had been surviving, not living, and he was finally sacrificing it with zero hesitation for you. He knew he was sacrificing the future you two had imagined in quiet, peaceful moments of escape, but at least you would have a future even if it was not with him.

The shackles around his wrists and ankles finally broke open, and he was reborn. He sank down to his knees, holding you as fiercely as he could, kissing your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, any surface of you he could find.

You sank down with him. You were gripping his shirt and any part of him that you could grab onto. Your lips found each other and he kissed you with all the energy of the ones he had been unable to give you since that moment in the Burrow. One hand held the back of your head to bring you closer, the other was wrapped around your waist so nothing could tear you away from him again. Your fingers tangled in his mess of hair and everything was gone. All the noise and all the chaos disappeared and nothing existed in this world except for you two.

Perhaps it was love like this that had held this broken world together.

Perhaps it was love like this that would heal it over and over again, for as long as that love still existed.

It had been a lifetime since he had been able to hold you like this, and finally, he could see it all: his fate, to hold you like this for the rest of this life and each one after.

We'll be alright.

--

author's note: i kept my thoughts until the end so it wouldn't interrupt the flow of the story. "fine line" is one of my favorite songs of all time. it rips my soul in two and puts it back together all in six minutes and eighteen seconds.

i hope you enjoyed this! it's the first time i've done something like this, and i absolutely loved it. i'll definitely be doing many more in the future.

[imagineweasley]

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We'll be Alright.

harry x reader, after the battle.

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The sun broke over the horizon, casting blinding rays through the large window in the Great Hall and over the triumphant scene. There was so much movement, so much celebration going on, but you were frozen to your spot.

In the past hour, you had experienced the most agonizing pain in your heart that not even the Cruciatus curse could recreate when you saw him laying limp in Hagrid's arms. You had let out a cry that had torn every cell of your body apart, a cry that ripped out the hearts of everyone who could hear it.

Then, his resurrection, and then his defeat of Voldemort. The flash of light that had ended it all.

The students were in an uproar around you, jumping up and down, shooting celebratory sparks into the air, crying and holding each other, but you couldn't move.

You swayed on your feet and Hermione gripped you tight to hold you up. Your body was frozen, except for your eyes darting around the crowd. They were looking for one person, and one person only. You barely felt the grip on your arms as your breath quickened.

And suddenly, there it was. A mess of black hair, dusty from the rubble and dirt, pushing through the crowd, desperately moving in your direction. Hands were stretching towards him; everyone wanted to see a glimpse of him, to feel his heroic presence, the only thing on his mind was you.

Everything slowed down.

You could feel your heartbeat thudding against your ribcage and all the noise around you muffled. All you wanted to do was push through towards that black hair, towards the person trying to reach you, your limbs betrayed you. You could not feel anything in them and you could not move them.

A flash of green.

The sight of those all-too familiar green eyes, filled with tears of the desperation his body was moving with, broke your trance. You had no time to think before your body broke out of Hermione's hold and started pushing through the crowd. Upon seeing your face, the crowd parted for you. They knew who you were and who you were running to.

You were running to him. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, the love of your life, your entire past, present, and future.

"HARRY!" His name exploded through your lips, and your vision was blurry with tears, but you kept your sight on the green.

"Please, please, I need to get to her, PLEASE!" Harry was swimming desperately through the crowd now, pleading with them because he, couldn't, wouldn't survive unless he got to you. His cries ripped out of his soul, and he felt as if it would tear it in two.

He was only a few feet away from you now. You couldn't wait those milliseconds it would take to reach him, and threw yourself through that last stretch of distance. He pushed through those last couple of feet, and you crashed into each other. He threw his arms around you, swallowing your entire being. Your hands flew around him and the force lifted your feet off the ground. He was sobbing into your neck and you were drenching his shoulder with your tears, which were running uncontrollably down your face. He cries were an agonizingly beautiful sound that was proof of the love that Dumbledore had spoken endlessly about. The love that keeps life alive.

The pang of loneliness the little boy felt in the cupboard at the Dursley's, the countless moments of fear he had felt over the past seven years, the terror that had filled him through the past couple of months when he was fulfilling his mission, all spilled out of him.

When he was away from you, he knew that at any moment, he could die before holding you one last time, without hearing your laugh again. When he heard your voice on that radio, he clung to every second that he could hear your voice. When he held onto that last memory with you at the Burrow, that one last tear-filled kiss you had shared, he felt glints of hope. With that kiss, you had poured your love into his soul, hoping it would protect him just like his mother's had.

When he had walked into that clearing, he did not have you by his side, and yet the only thought in his mind was that with this sacrifice, he would be able to save you. He walked in with his head held up high, surrounded by his family, your smile filling his mind's eye and melting his fear. With that, he met Death with open arms.

For the past few months, he had been surviving, not living, and he was finally sacrificing it with zero hesitation for you. He knew he was sacrificing the future you two had imagined in quiet, peaceful moments of escape, but at least you would have a future even if it was not with him.

The shackles around his wrists and ankles finally broke open, and he was reborn. He sank down to his knees, holding you as fiercely as he could, kissing your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, any surface of you he could find.

You sank down with him. You were gripping his shirt and any part of him that you could grab onto. Your lips found each other and he kissed you with all the energy of the ones he had been unable to give you since that moment in the Burrow. One hand held the back of your head to bring you closer, the other was wrapped around your waist so nothing could tear you away from him again. Your fingers tangled in his mess of hair and everything was gone. All the noise and all the chaos disappeared and nothing existed in this world except for you two.

Perhaps it was love like this that had held this broken world together.

Perhaps it was love like this that would heal it over and over again, for as long as that love still existed.

It had been a lifetime since he had been able to hold you like this, and finally, he could see it all: his fate, to hold you like this for the rest of this life and each one after.

We'll be alright.

--

author's note: i kept my thoughts until the end so it wouldn't interrupt the flow of the story. "fine line" is one of my favorite songs of all time. it rips my soul in two and puts it back together all in six minutes and eighteen seconds.

i hope you enjoyed this! it's the first time i've done something like this, and i absolutely loved it. i'll definitely be doing many more in the future.

[imagineweasley]

i waa lookign for nice cutesy pics of fred for a oneshot im putting up and this popped up and when i tell you i CACKLEDDD

[imagineweasley]

charlie weasley is an underrated hottie

[imagineweasley]

everyone at hogwarts is under the impression that sirius is a player, that he dates anyone and everyone just for the fun of it. nothing ever serious, something just for entertainment. the truth is, sirius is madly in love with his best friend -- you. the flirting is to hide his pining, fearing that if you find out, he will lose you forever. if only he knew that you were also madly in love with him, that every time you saw him with another girl your heart cracked a little, he would immediately drop this act.

one day, lily "accidentally" lets your secret slip to him, sick of years of hiding your feelings, tired of watching you break as you watch him flirt with his person of the week. sirius is stunned; he thinks his heart might leap out of his throat, but as soon as the words come out of her mouth, he races across the castle to you in the library, pulls you into the stacks, and finally kisses you. at seeing you are finally together, the professors begrudgingly and delightedly trade galleons with each other; their favorite game for the past few years had been betting on when the two of you would finally get together. mcgonagall, dumbledore, and sprout are the winners.

from that moment in the library, he will never have eyes for anyone else ever again. he doesn't care to hide his love for you and his reputation shifts from "heartbreaker" to "y/n's boyfriend" and eventually, "y/n's husband." from the moment in the library, you are helplessly and auspiciously intertwined with each other. from that moment on, fate links you together until the end.