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In The Shadows of Love’s Sin’s - F.W. G.W. II

English is not my first language so excuse any grammar or spelling errors.

This one is also written much better than the first part, I won't lie. This is also on Wattpad btw.

!! FEM READERS DNI !!

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"You filthy mudblood! How could you let this happen?!"

Those words echoed in your mind, spoken in your father's voice and filled with a depth of emotion you had never encountered before. They mingled with the sounds of a young child, possibly a toddler, screaming and crying in agony. Two men and a woman shouted, the woman pleading through her tears for it to stop. Amidst the chaos, the only words you could clearly hear were your father's. It felt like a loop that played over and over in your head, seemingly endless.

Before you could piece together what had happened, the loud shouting faded, blending into the screeching of the train whistle. The darkness clouding your vision dissipated, and you slowly opened your eyes, adjusting to the glaring light of the compartment. Gradually, your senses returned, pulling you back to reality.

As your eyes adjusted, you became aware of something soft and warm beneath your head—it was Fred's lap, the warmth of his thighs providing a comforting cushion. You groaned softly, but a sharp pain struck through your head as you tried to sit up.

"Y/N!" George had called out, a quiet urgency in his voice as he settled on the other side of you. You found yourself sandwiched between the twins once again. George placed a hand on your shoulder, and the warmth of his comforting touch spread through your chilled body. "Are you alright?"

Fred had sat up more fully once he sensed you lifting your head. He leaned closer, placing his hand gently on your shoulder. "You're so cold..." he had said softly, his brow furrowed in concern. Their usual joking demeanor was replaced by genuine worry for their best friend.

You rubbed your temples, trying to ease the ache in your head. "Yeah... I think I'm alright," you had replied with a deep exhale, looking around the compartment before meeting the twins' concerned gazes. "What happened, exactly?"

Fred and George exchanged a glance, followed by Angelina and Lee. Fred had cleared his throat before speaking. "Uh, well... you kinda..."

"Passed out," George had finished when Fred faltered. "And while you were unconscious, you called for help and cried a bit..."

Fred nodded, taking over the explanation. "We were worried; we thought you might be in pain or something."

You furrowed your eyebrows, looking down at the ground. Why would you have cried? It didn't make sense... Was it the yelling you had heard? A dream? A nightmare? A... memory? But what was it about?

"You calmed down a bit after we put your head on Fred's lap," Angelina had chimed in, pulling you from your thoughts. There was an understanding look exchanged between her and Lee that you couldn't quite grasp.

You were about to respond when a shiver ran through you, interrupting your train of thought. You let out a shaky breath, crossing your arms tightly to retain some body heat. "Why does it have to be so bloody cold?"

George's brow furrowed deeper, concerned for you. Everyone else seemed fine, especially since the Dementor had been driven away, but it had clearly affected you the most. He glanced around the compartment before shedding his coat and draping it over your shoulders. "Here. How's that?"

You nodded lightly, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you. It was an odd yet comforting sensation, one you never quite understood but welcomed nonetheless. "Thanks, that helps," you had responded, offering George a small smile to express your gratitude. Fred shot a slight glare at George for giving you his jacket, an expression you missed as you faced the other twin.

Just then, the Honeydukes Express had come to a halt. Everyone's focus shifted from the earlier incident to deciding on sweets. Everyone ordered their usual: Angelina opted for chocolates, Lee picked Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, and Fred and George chose Bertie Bott's, Pumpkin Pasties, and Licorice Wands. When it was your turn, you decided on a Chocolate Frog, Cauldron Cake, Fudge Flies, and any extra chocolate you could grab. After all, chocolate was your favorite treat.

It was strange; even though you were still wearing George's jacket, you felt warm after eating some of the chocolate. With each piece that melted in your mouth, warmth started in your stomach and spread throughout your body, keeping you cozy.

After devouring an entire chocolate bar in thirty seconds, Fred had grinned and playfully nudged you. "Slow down there, mate. Don't want you to choke."

You simply shot him a side-eye in response. You took another bite of your chocolate before having spoken once more. "Says the man who inhales any food he gets at the Great Hall."

George, Angelina, and Lee had all snickered at that while Fred had scoffed playfully. He didn't respond; he just went back to snacking on his sweets. You kept your head turned towards him, but your eyes were downcast to the jacket on your shoulder. It was just then that you noticed it—the scent. George's scent. Cinnamon, vanilla, jasmine, and cherry. You had closed your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath of the scent in an attempted nonchalant manner, then exhaled slowly while turning your head back forward. You had opened your eyes once more, noticing every person still focused on their sweets. You took a deep breath again to attempt to relax yourself as well as get rid of the thoughts circulating about how George's scent was so good, comforting... attractive...?

"No... no, no. Don't think that."

Your thoughts had attempted to clear with a shake of your head, now only focused on the chocolates you had purchased. Everyone around you had soon taken up their conversations once more, and you had to hand back George's jacket.

~~~~~

The choir's voices, their large frog's croaks, the light beat from a drum, and some string instrumental from the band had filled the air of the Great Hall. You had sat at the Slytherin table, your eyes trained on the students up front singing; however, your mind was elsewhere. The words spoken in your father's voice while you had been unconscious, the screaming, the crying, the yelling, it was all trapped in your conscious and wouldn't leave. Why would your father have said such cruel things? Who were the man and woman your father had been arguing with? Who was the child crying in pain?

Your mind had been too distracted to notice when the students finished with their singing and everyone had started clapping. It had taken Dumbledore's loud voice to speak over the thunder of clapping for you to finally snap out of it.

"Welcome, welcome to another year at Hogwarts," the headmaster had started, drawing your attention back to your current state. "Now, I'd like to say a few words before we all become too befuddled by our excellent feast. First, I'm pleased to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin, who's kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Good luck, Professor."

At the announcement of a new staff member, students had begun their applause. You, however, had kept your hands on the table, eyes narrowed. The professor, Lupin, had then stood with his hands clasped in front of him and had given a small, short bow. You took quick note of his appearance. His messy brown hair, dark bags under his eyes, thin mustache, pale skin, his almost... malnourished appearance, but the most noticeable were the scars on his face and neck. It was curious. You had a feeling you knew the answer, but it had been just out of your reach.

He had been seated next to your father, and you could tell by the scowl that had been on your father's face, one more intense than his typical resting scowl, that the man next to him was someone he knew but did not know positively. Although he had swallowed his feelings and had given him a light applause of his own, his gaze had been away from Lupin and cast out to the mass of students. It had given you an uneasy feeling. Although he wasn't one to have a kind word for most, he wouldn't have had such an intense scowl for just about anyone.

"Potter. Potter!" Your attention had then quickly been caught by the sound of Draco Malfoy, another friend of yours who had been sitting right next to you after he had called out to the table that was behind you two. He had been calling out to Harry, who was sitting at said table right behind Draco and you. Once the applause had died down a bit, your focus had shifted to Draco and Harry. Harry had then turned around to face Draco. "Is it true you fainted?" he had asked, the boy on the other side of him making a mock sigh with a fake fainting motion, which had caused Draco to smirk and the other Slytherins around you to snicker. "I mean, you actually fainted?"

"Shove off, Malfoy!" Ron had said back as he grabbed Harry's shoulder and pushed him so he was facing the table instead. Both Ron and Hermione, who had been sat across the two other boys, both gave Draco a glare.

"How did he find out?" Harry whispered once he was back to facing Hermione, now slouched.

You, on the other hand, had raised your hand and landed a slap on the back of Draco's head, causing him to wince and turn towards you with a glare of his own. He rubbed the back of his head as he spoke, his tone annoyed and whiny. "Bloody hell! What was that for?"

You had given him your own glare in response, poking him in the chest with your finger as you give him a bit of a lecture. "For being a prick, like you always are, Malfoy." You responded in your own mocking tone. He huffed and rolled his eyes. "Roll your eyes at me one more time and I'll pluck them out with a spoon."

Draco scoffed and gave you a light shove in response, still having his other hand rubbing the back of his head. "I'd like to see you try, Snape." He had replied in his own mocking tone.

Your father and Draco's parents had been very close in their youth, as well as in their adulthood. Being so, you and Draco had grown up together, just as you and Fred and George had as well. When you were born, up until you were four, every year when your father had gone to Hogwarts to teach, you went to the Weasleys and stayed there until your father had returned for the summer. When there, you and the twins always played together and were almost inseparable. During the summer, you were with your father, unless he had something else to attend to. During holiday breaks, you were still with your father but went to the Malfoy Manor and spent it there, causing you to bond with Draco once he was born. Once you were four and Draco two, you started to alternate between staying at the Burrow or Malfoy Manor for the school year until you turned 11. That had caused you and Draco to form an almost brotherly bond, which was still going strong.

"Our Care of Magical Creatures teacher for many years, has decided to retire in order to spend more time with his remaining limbs." Dumbledore started, which had caused you and Draco to have brought your attention back up to the headmaster speaking. "Fortunately, I'm delighted to announce that his place will be taken by none other than our own... Rubeus Hagrid."

Dumbledore had then turned around, his arm extended toward Hagrid. The students all had begun to applaud once more, and you had joined in this time. You had looked up at Hagrid and watched as McGonagall elbowed him as a way to tell him to stand. Of course, due to Hagrid's large size, he ended up bumping into the table and pushing it forward. Many students ended up laughing while others just cheered more.

"Finally, on a more disquieting note," Dumbledore started again, McGonagall then pulling Hagrid down so he was sat once more, "at the request of the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts will, until further notice, play host to the dementors of Azkaban until such a time as Sirius Black is captured." He explained, then the rest of the students began to murmur to themselves about said criminal. You, however, just stayed silent and kept your attention on the headmaster. "The dementors will be stationed at every entrance to the grounds. Now whilst I've been assured that their presence will not disrupt our day-to-day activities, a word of caution. Dementors are vicious creatures. They will not distinguish between the one they hunt and the one who gets in their way. Therefore, I must warn each and every one of you to give them no reason to harm you. It is not in the nature of a dementor to be forgiving."

Your eyebrows had furrowed at that, your thoughts then going back to the train, to the moment with the dementor. It made more sense now, why it was there in the first place. It must have been searching for Sirius. You wondered still, though, why did it seem to go after you? Why did it affect you so much? Why did you hear something you have no memory of? All those questions, and no answers. It was stressful.

Draco had noticed your distress, with the way you had your eyebrows furrowed and your gaze had been downcasted to the table. He gently nudged you with his elbow, then leaned over to talk quietly. "You alright, mate?"

You gave him a nod in response. "Yeah... Yeah, just lost in thought..." You trailed off before you took a deep breath and gave Draco a nudge in response. "You can stop pretending you care now."

Draco scoffed and shook his head before grinning a bit. "Good, it was exhausting."

You rolled your eyes in response before looking back over to Dumbledore as he gave the ending of his speech, your thoughts still on the train incident.

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keep-it-pottah · 8 months ago

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In The Shadows of Love’s Sin’s - F.W. G.W. I

A/N: I originally posted this on Wattpad but figured maybe I should post it on here as well so more people can read it. This is a series and is based on the movies cause I like the movies better and I'm starting this series with the third movie cause I hate the first two and have no ideas on how to really write anything involving the twins with the first two movies. Oh yeah, the spelling and grammar probably aren't good cause my native language is Korean and I'm still not completely fluent in English yet.

Also I lowkey hate this so far but at the same time I don’t so idk.

!! FEM ALIGNED/FEM READERS DNI !!

"So, what's it like in Egypt?" You ask once you were sat between Fred and George, a copy of the Daily Prophet in your hands showing the photo of the Weasley family while they were on their trip to Egypt. "I'm guessing it was hot?" You asked as you looked between the two boys sat on either side of you.

Fred, who was sat on your left, lightly shrugged before he scooted himself a bit closer to you in order to point to the pyramids in the background. "It was a bit hot, but the sights there made it so worth it." He said as he looked back up at you, a small smile resting on his lips once his gaze had landed on your own.

"Yeah, all the old and creepy stuff was so cool." George, who sat on your right, spoke up. He scooted himself closer to you the same way Fred had just done. "Knowing your fascination with all things creepy and old, you'd love it there, Y/N." George teased you while he lightly poked your shoulder.

You rolled your eyes at your friend's remark. "Oh, haha." You replied in a sarcastic tone while you gave George's arm a playful shove. "You could do without making fun of my interests for once, you know." You stated with a raise of your eyebrows.

Fred moved now so he had each leg on either side of the chair he sat on. "Ah, but it is not making fun of you that we are doing, dear Y/N." He states with a grin as he places an arm on your shoulder while he looked up at you with his charming and seemingly "innocent" eyes.

George is swift with his finishing of his brother's sentence. "Simply stating facts." He replied as he copied his brother's action and placed his own arm on your other shoulder. "We are not making fun of your interests."

"No matter how weird they are!" Fred continued while he lifted a finger up to make his statement more true.

"We are merely... pointing out that you would enjoy all the creepy and old stuff in Egypt." George stated with a grin as he had moved to rest his chin on top of his arm on your shoulder.

"Especially the tombs with the mummies in them!" Fred finished while he imitated his brother. The two boys were then resting their chins on their arms, both of which were still resting on your shoulders.

You huffed while you shrugged their arms off your shoulders. "Call it what you want. I see it as you making fun of the fact that I enjoy history and all things that prove that life isn't all happy-go-lucky." You responded as you moved to stand up from the chair you had sat in. "On another note, you two both need to learn about personal space." You stated while you pointed between the two boys. "You both seriously lack the ability to understand personal space."

Fred and George both made a faux offended look to each other before they moved to stand next to you once more.

"Of course we understand personal space." Fred starts as he moved to stand on your left.

"It just so happens that we enjoy your personal space more than we enjoy our own." George finished while he stood on your left. However, before you were able to speak up, the twins looked over and saw that their little brother, Ron, was showing both of his best friends, Harry and Hermione, the same clip that Fred and George had just shown you. Both of the twins attentions were then turned towards their brother as they both walked over to him.

"You're not flashing that clipping about again, are you, Ron?" The first twin had teased his little brother while he snatched the clip away from the younger boy.

Ron furrowed his eyebrows with a small pout-like frown rested on his lips. "I haven't told anyone." He huffed, after he pulled his pet rat closer to his chest.

"No, not a soul." The second twin responded as both of the twins walked around the table the three younger wizards sat at.

"Not unless you count Tom..." The first twin stated.

"The night maid..." The second twin continued.

"The day maid..."

"The cook..."

"The bloke that came to fix the toilet..."

"And the wizard from Belgium." The second twin finished with a teasing grin as he folded the clipping and placed it back on the table once the two were on the opposite side of the table from their little brother.

"Harry!" The twins and Ron's mother, Molly Weasley, called out once she had spotted Ron's friend, causing the younger wizard to turn his attention to the woman.

Ron scoffed before he looked over to where you stood once you had moved to get closer to the scene. "Hey! You showed it to him!" He argued, pointing to you. Fred and George grin as they moved to stand next to you once more.

"Ah, but you see here, Ronald," Fred starts as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, which caused you to roll your eyes.

"Y/N, here, happens to be our best and closest friend," George continued as he once again copied his brother by wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"And he is also the only person we showed," Fred continued as well.

"Because we do not feel the need to gloat about our trip, so we only showed the one person we actually enjoy talking to,"

"And the only person who we know actually enjoys hearing about our trip rather than random people who don't care about our life."

"So, you see, your argument about how we showed him," George motioned towards you, "is invalid."

Ron huffed and looked back down at the table as you, Fred, and George moved to sit down once more. Fred and George, of course, were sat on either side of you once more. You were always in the middle of them, no matter where they stood or sat, if you were with them you were in the middle.

"Maybe you should take a page out of their book, Ronald." Hermione stated in that same know-it-all tone she had anytime she said anything. That only caused Ron to roll his eyes and caused you to give her a sort of side-eye, judging glance. You and Hermione did not get along. At all.

Just then, Harry came back with a sort of lost look on his face as Fred and George's father, Arthur Weasley, was stood behind him, watching him walk back with a dark look in his eye. You and the twins all noticed it, yet no one spoke of it as you three were getting lost in your own conversation with each other.

~~~~~

Students shouting goodbyes to their parents, parents shouting tearful goodbyes to their children, the train whistle blowing, and the train engine roaring up signifies the beginning of a new year at Hogwarts. You and the twins stand at a window, your heads sticking out as the three of you wave goodbye to Arthur and Molly Weasley.

Of course, Molly is too busy running after the train to notice you and the twins. She carried Scabbers, Ron's rat, in her hands as she ran. Scabbers squeaked in her hands as she called out. "Ron! Ron! Ro-" She cuts herself off as she finally reaches Ron, who was three windows down from you, and hands him his rat. "Oh, for goodness sake!" She exclaims as she hands him Scabbers, a slight look of guilt and embarrassment on Ron's face at the realization that he left his rat behind. Once Ron has hold of his rat, Molly points a finger at him as she speaks once more. "Don't lose him!"

Ron lifts a hand up and waves with a nod, the same embarrassed expression on his face as he does so. You, Fred, and George all laugh at that before moving back inside the train and heading off to find a compartment that was either empty or had a few of your friends in it so you could join them.

"So, Freddy, George" You start as the three of you walk along the train, "Any classes you're excited for this year? Or are you just going to try and guilt trip me into doing all of your homework again?"

Fred and George exchange a grin before looking over at you once more with the same grin. "You know us too well." Fred starts, giving you a nudge.

"Although it's going to be exciting to mess with whoever the newest professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts is." George continues before the three of you stop in front of an empty compartment.

"Ten galleons says they quit on the first day." Fred says as you open the compartment door and step inside, the twins following after you.

You shake your head in response. "After you made Professor O'Neil quit our second year, I'm not taking that chance again." You say as you put your stuff above the seats, then help the twins put their stuff up. "Besides, after O'Neil quit, we had to get Quirrel to take her spot instead and we all know how that ended up. So are you sure you want to make this one quit as well so another one of you-know-who's followers can take it?"

George rolls his eyes as you put his trunk on the shelves above the three of you. "It was just a joke, Y/N. You're too uptight sometimes."

Fred hums and nods in agreement as he helps you put his trunk up next. "He's right, you know."

You just scoff before shutting the compartment door and sitting down on the opposite side of the twins. "More like I'm just trying not to get you two expelled or anyone killed."

George crosses his arms over his chest. "Hey, it wasn't our fault that Quirrel tried to kill Harry and bring back you-know-who. How were we supposed to know?"

You just sigh and shake your head. "Just- don't try and make anyone quit this year. It didn't end well last time."

Fred and George both groan in annoyance. "Fine." They say in unison. Just then, the door to the compartment opens and two of your friends, Angelina and Lee, enter. They both sit next to you after putting their things up, with Lee on your left while Angelina was on your right.

~~~~~

A few hours later, after you had fallen asleep, the compartment was now silent, as was most of the train. The only sounds filling the small area was the quiet pattering of rain drops against the window, the train running on the tracks, thunder rumbling in the distance, Fred and George occasionally speaking quietly, and distant sounds of people speaking on occasion.

Lee was asleep as well, leaning against the window to the outside, Angelina was reading a book while you had your head on her shoulder, fast asleep, while Fred and George were eating whatever sweets they had got from the trolly and arguing on which ones were better.

Eventually, the sound of the train wheels squeaking and the train shaking as it comes to a halt causes everyone to stop what they're doing and look around in confusion. You and Lee end up waking up at the sound of the train wheels, and you blink a few times before sitting up straight, looking around in confusing like the others.

"What's going on?" You ask, rubbing your eyes a bit as you look out the window for a moment to try and figure out what was happening. "There's no way we're there already."

Fred shakes his head. "No, we're not. We're just stopped out of nowhere." He says in response as he looks out the window as well.

"Did we break down then?" You ask as you move over to the door to the compartment. You then open the door and peak your head out, looking down the little hallway to see if there was an answer out there somewhere, only to end up seeing other students doing the same. However then, the train jerks, causing you to fall backwards, landing in George's lap with a little 'oof'. George groans, as you had landed right on his groin and it was pretty painful. "Ah, hell... Sorry, Georgie."

George just groans in pain once more, his hands grabbing your waist to try and push you off of him. You quickly stand and move off of him, sitting beside him now. Just then, the power in your compartment, and the rest of the train, goes out. You furrow your eyebrows and look around in confusion.

"What is happening?" Lee asks, now having finally woken up. He lifts his head and looks out the window, narrowing his eyes to try and see through the fog and the rain. "There's something moving out there." He mumbles before letting out a shiver.

After he finishes speaking, frost begins to slowly coat the window. Everyone shudders at the sudden drop in temperature, breaths now visible in the chill air. You notice how George wraps his arms around himself, so you mindlessly wrap one of your arms around him to try and warm him up. Unbeknownst to you, Fred frowns and glares at you and George a bit in slight envy, while George smiles to himself. The lights flicker on for a few moments before flickering off once more mere seconds later.

The train jerks once more, causing Lee to his head on the window and to groan in pain. "Ow!" He exclaims and hisses softly as he rubs his head. "Dammit."

Fred then turns away from you and George and looks out the window instead, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration. "I think... I think I see someone coming on board?"

The frost on the window then begins to slowly turn to ice as the temperature drops even lower, below freezing this time. All of the drinks you all had begins to freeze as well, and everyone's breathing becomes even more visible. The train jerks more roughly this time, causing everyone to fall back in their seats and to look around in a panic. "What the bloody hell is going on?" Angelina asks as you all look around. "It's so cold."

Just then, the faint silhouette of a cloaked figure begins to appear in front of the door of the compartment, the sound of wind whistling and an eerie hum filling the air. A long, skinny, and seemingly bony hand reaches out, the slender fingers curling and causing the door to slowly slide open. A soft, muffled, whooshing sound fills the air as the cloaked figure appears in the doorway.

The more the door opens, the colder the compartment gets. All of the cheerful, happy feelings in the air drop and is replaced with numbness and pain. It was as if all the happiness and glee had been drained from the world. However for you it's different. Instead of numbness you feel, it's shame, disappointment, and anxiety.

Once the cloaked figure is standing in the open doorway, you can immediately recognize it. "Dementor..." You whisper, causing the dementor to turn its attention to you. The more it focuses on you, the more the shame you feel grows.

The dementor gets closer to you, its hood pulling back a small bit. A distorted whooshing sound fills the air as its hand reaches out and caresses your chin. Its fingers are cold, ice cold, and it burns. You can feel the burns being left behind on your skin as the dementor begins to inhale, feeding off of all the feelings of shame and disappointment coursing through you at the moment. It hurt, it was so painful. The worst agony you had ever felt before.

After you had let out a groan in discomfort, Fred suddenly stands and shoves the dementor out of the compartment and slams the door shut. He yells out in pain, the pain from the cold burn on his hands almost unbearable. However before you can say anything, the world around you begins to fade and all sounds grew quiet. The last thing you hear is the sound of Fred and George calling out your name until it all goes dark.

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