#gredandforge

Hello lovely! Thank you so much for your request! I got a little carried away because I love Fred and George so much! I made one with the two brothers together and the quote, and then two with just Fred and George on their own! I hope this is what you wanted! I had so much fun making these today!

Lots of love ~ Alessia. 💛

said Fred and George.

They sat on Ron’s bed, fiddling with their wands as Hermione dusted the room.

“Yes it does,” demanded Hermione. “Listen, I know you might not care, but just change it and move the apostrophe, will you? Please? For me?”

The twins groaned.

“Okay,” Fred said. “But only-

“-if it means you stop complaining.” George finished.

“We’ve got a business to run!” they said together, standing and gesturing with their hands.

“So good day, madam,” George called to her. He bounded to the door, and opened it with a bow and a flourish.

Fred winked at her, and then pushed her out the door. “Adieu!”

>>>fast forward to 3 and a half years later>>>

George sighed and looked at his hands, calloused and scarred from the numerous times he had lost control.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and then stepped out onto the sunlit main road of Diagon Alley.

Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes had once been the brightest store within a 10-mile radius, surpassing even Gringotts and it’s marble walls. Now, it stood there sadly, derelict and abandoned. After half a year, George still couldn’t bring himself to come here.

But he had come, and despite finding the idea of running it without Fred an absolute nightmare, he couldn’t let himself make his mother shed so many more tears because of him.

So he took one last look at the sign, purple and bright, which had once let off sparks that made even the grumpiest wizard crack a smile, and the rabbit that had been pulled out of the hat, with its drooping ears and cracked front tooth.

He stopped short when he saw the lettering, a faded musty yellow that brought him haunting memories that would forever last.

He could still make out the WEASLEYS’ WIZARDING WHEEZES, despite the dust that had been collecting for months now.

And he’s suddenly he’s 15 again, dreaming about a joke store with his twin brother, his best friend, his partner in everything, and for a minute...

everything seems alright.

But reality isn’t alright and Fred isn’t here and it’s no longer Fred and George it’s just George and the joke shop isn’t theirs it’s his and he doesn’t want it because it was their dream not his and everything is just coming at him far too fast...

He falls to his knees and just stays there until Hermione finds him there at midnight, head in his hands and freezing.

Thank you love, I’m glad you like them! <3<3

Yes, yes I’ll ship them together! I never read a story about them, but the Pureblood Prince and Muggleborn Girl is just… Perfection.

And Regulus just knows he should not even look at her. But he just can’t help himself. He doesn’t only look at her, he watches her, as if she is a puzzle and he wants to solve her. 

Mudblood, he thinks in his head -trying the word in his mind, wondering how a meaning can disappear from one’s mind. But it just does.

Maybe it’s because Lily smiles at him even though he is wearing green and silver. In that smile, Regulus finds courage, sitting on the same table with her in the library. He knows that if anyone would see him his mother would find out about it. But maybe that’s courage, and maybe that’s why other Slytherins say Gryffindors are not very smart.

It’s plain stupid to smile at her knowing this after all. It’s so very stupid, and dangerous, and he is risking his life and inheritance. He is surprised to see that he doesn’t care.

When he pulls her towards a hidden alcove in one of the many corridors of the castle and the fear in her eyes disappear when her eyes fell on him, he knows that stupid isn’t such a bad thing to be.

They greet each other stupidly, “Hi,” is the word that drops from her mouth, and he can only say the same thing back at her.

He tells her, then. That he is stupid, and it is probably the worst idea ever but even then, would she go to Hogsmeade with him?

And she agrees that t is stupid, and is he sure? Wouldn’t his parents hear of it? “We don’t have to,” she says. But he is sure. He chooses to be stupid. 

When Sirius sees them in Hogsmeade together, he steps between Regulus and Mulciber. When they look at each other he knows that once again they are brothers. He holds Lily’s hand in his, he feels her shake with anger and fear, and he promises to never let it go.

When the Samhain night of 1981 comes, and he feels their wards breeched, he grabs her hand one last time. “Kreacher!” he calls, a name that he didn’t utter in years, and as he runs down the stairs to meet Voldemort he hears the familiar crack of House Elf appearing. 

Regulus Black dies knowing his wife and son would be safe.

Voldemort sneers at his body.

“Stupid boy.”

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Ahh thanks!! :D I don’t mind, I’m just sorry this is going to be very long probably!!

☾ : favourite word from your language

Ohh that’s already super hard. There are quite a lot of german words I really like, but one of my favorites is definitively:

“Fernweh”

I don’t think it has an exact english equivalent, but it’s basically the opposite of homesickness. Like when you feel a really strong urge to go/be somewhere else? That’s Fernweh, and I think I like the word so much because I feel this particular emotion so often, hahah.