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Harry and Hermione are talking about the tournament
Luna overhears and says that maybe thereâs a way out, as no one really knows much about the cup
Hermione says that they have no way of knowing if there was a way out, as she already researched basically every book that may help, from books about magical oaths to the story of the Triwizard tournament
Luna comments that they can always ask the Champion of Magic
Cue confusion on Harry and Hermioneâs part
Well, mostly
Hermione once may or may not have read a legend about the Champion
Luna comments that they surely have felt the magic settle slightly and prepare for something a while/year(s)/etc ago?
Hermione and Harry just share a look, because no matter how oblivious Harry is, even he kinda felt it even if at the time he didnât know what it was
Cue Luna saying that it was obviously just the Wizard Shazam choosing his new Champion
Hermione awkwardly saying that they couldnât be sure it was that, only for Luna to comment that even the Magician Newspaper commented on it, with the same conclusion
Cue confusion, again
Cue Hermione spending the next 30, and possibly more, minutes hunting for a book about the different types of magic (and theorizing that the wizardry world must be in the category of magic blood, although probably maybe a few times removed) while Luna quickly gets a few of the editions of the newspaper she was talking about, as apparently the library had a small stand with a few things about the magician type of magic, quickly finding the edition that mentioned the Champion possible return
Luna then says that, if the Champion is really back (which she believes that they are), then it wouldnât hurt to send a message asking for help
Cue Harry, Hermione and Luna (who was there as she knew how to write a formal pureblood letter) spending that afternoon writing a letter to send to the Champion and to give it to Hedwig for her to take to the Rock of Eternity
It takes a while to arrive
Billy is Confusion when he gets the letter
Because What
Cue him asking John about it
Who is equally confused about it
Cue John ending up asking Zatanna about it because Billy got busy with superhero and school stuff
Cue Zatanna asking how John got the letter because it was Clearly meant for the Champion of Magic, who no one who it is, and it has traces from the Rock of Eternity
Cue me realizing that I use a lot of cues here
John are you the Champion of Magic?????????
No Zatanna, it's a 12-year-old boy that can transform into an adult and is a superhero
Cue roll of eyes
John quickly explains how he ended up meeting the Champion a while ago and was approached today by him and asked about it, and they (John and the Champion) were wondering if Zatanna knew about the school
Zatanna says no but says she is willing to help them find the school
They (meaning, John and Zatanna, as Billy Is Still Busy and relies on John to pass messages of possible things he finds on his short free time) end up agreeing that there must be at least some sort of organization/civilization surrounding the school for it to exist
Cue Zatanna remembering that one time her father and her couldnât go to a state for a few months because they were being hunted down by a group called something-usa? Macusa, following her old diary, because apparently they showed revealed magic?
That may be a lead
John and Zatanna team up and find the hq of Macusa, where from there find other important thing, thanks to people thinking that they are British immigrants thanks to Johnâs accent and Zatanna quickly adopting a fake one that she did without magic, to not blow the cover in case they did a spell check on them
John and Zatanna spend a whole week looking over the books they gathered with Batman looking over their shoulders and taking note of everything and John sending weekly reports to Billy
When they finally feel that they know enough to at least appear knowledgeable about the magics of the society, they meet up to go to Hogwarts
And Zatanna (dressed nicely as she is meeting the freaking Champion Of Magic) meeting Captain Marvel, and asking where the Champion is, while looking over Billyâs shoulder, only to be shocked when Billy reveals that he is the Champion and is able to prove it
Anyway, the soon head to Hogwarts, where it has been a while since Harry, Hermione and Luna sent the letter, only for the schools to be surprised with the dramatic entrance made by Captain Marvel (not hiding his Champion thing), Zatanna and John
Cue formalities and people assuming that John and Zatanna are Captain Marvelâs workers/protĂŠgĂŠâs only for him to be like âNah, these are kind of my colleagues, they usually help me a lot, I trust them with my life I would die for themâ
Because of that People just like, respect Zatanna and John a lot
Purebloods donât even bother asking them if they are purebloods because the Champion would only say that about purebloods, right?
Continuing on, Billy, acting all serious, asks to see the goblet of fire, causing the minister with a few heads of the darker houses to appear while people bring in the goblet
The trio ignores Fudge and concentrates on analysing the goblet
Meanwhile, muggleborns are still processing the fact that Zatanna and Captain Marvel are here right now
When they are done, with either Billy knowing exactly how to break the oath safely, but it will take a while or with him declaring he needs to do a bit more of research and maybe talk with a few lords and ladies of order, Billy calls forth Hermione, Luna and Harry and basically says âLook, we will try to help as much, but to try and be fair how about you âtransferâ to a âschoolâ under John, Zatanna and I, plus maybe a few others, so that the schools get a fair chance of winning?â
Cue Zatanna and John looking at him like What
They Did Not talk about this Billy!!!
The trio of students accepts the offer, with maybe John saying that he will deal with this later and saying that he needs to check out a place where they have been complaints about [insert here description of a magical creature] and he wants to see if it is something of his expertise
Only for Luna to be like âThat sounds like a [insert here name of an animal that people donât think exists], you should use [insert here method that wonât arm the creature]â
John interest is picked
Anyway, thatâs all I got
Plus the fact that Billy getâs referred to as âLord Shazamâ at one point
Hermione Granger, 1994! Yule Ball + fall uniform (complete with her pre-fixed teeth).
Uniform based on those designed by @lordddorian. Ball gown inspired by a 1993 dress in a wedding catalogue. / Thanks to @buckyland for putting Hermione back on my dash :)
Series Summary: Y/N, who transferred to Beauxbâtons in her fifth year, is the Triwizard Champion, not Fleur Delacour. What will happen when Cedric Diggory and her fall for each other? (Iâm making Y/N a transfer student because not all readers will be French!)
Chapter Summary: Rita Skeeterâs article about the Triwizard Champions leads Y/N and Cedric to question the status of their friendship.
Tag List: @truly-insatiable @pixieflutter @lulueliott24 @joalinbenefits
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âIâll tell you when her article comes out and you tell me what you would have said. Deal?â
Cedricâs words had been lurking in Y/Nâs head for the past week, every so often coming out to either scare her or excite her. Rita had bluntly asked Cedric if he had a crush on Y/N during their interview and he hadnât had a chance to answer her - Y/N didnât know whether to be glad about that or not. Afterwards, she asked him what he would have said, and that was what he had responded with.Â
Y/N already knew her answer - she did like Cedric. How could she not? He was charming, gorgeous, kind-hearted, brave, and he didn't let anyone get away with anything - not letting his friends continue with the âPotter STINKSâ badges and backing Y/N up as she battled the monster that was Rtia Skeeter. He was supportive and fair and a great listener - he was the dream guy! As close to a fairytale prince that one could get - and he didnât even try to be like that!Â
What would either scare or excite her each time sheâd remember his words was his answer. Did he like her? Or did he merely think of her as a friend? The latter was heartbreaking to think about, but Y/N also didnât want to have false hopes.Â
This was exactly what she was going back and forth with as she walked into the Great Hall for breakfast, a week after their interview with Rita. As she walked inside, she saw a cluster of students around the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor tables. She couldnât help but gaze at that in interest, but decided that it must be the Hogwarts students talking about their Champions - Cedric and Harry.Â
Y/N just went to go to the Ravenclaw table, aka the one where the Beauxbatons students sat at, and immediately some of the Beaxubatons girls came running up to her. Before Y/N could ask why, a newspaper got hovered into her hands. She glanced down, intending to glance back up at them and ask them why they were giving her this, when the headline caught her attention.Â
THE TRIWIZARD CHAMPIONS TELL ALL!Â
Y/N became frantic and scanned it until she found the section she didnât know she was searching for - a paragraph that talked about her and Cedric.Â
âThere seems to be love in the air, folks! Something seems to be happening between CEDRIC DIGGORY, one of the Hogwarts Champions, and Y/N Y/L/N, the Beauxbatons Champion, for Mr. Diggory was quite vocal in standing up for Ms. Y/L/N who faced my tough questions. Dare I say Mr Diggory was protective towards Ms. Y/L/N, not letting me ask a single question without commenting! Theyâre meant to be rivals, as are their schools in this TriWizard Tournament, but could they be pulling a Romeo and Juliet on us? Supposed rivalry, destined love? Letâs just hope no one dies at the end like of the Romeo and Juliet tale! (This is referencing Muggle writing, for you Purebloods and Half-bloods!)â
The first thing that hit Y/N was Ritaâs lies. Standing up for Y/N? No, no, no. He let her do the talking against Ritaâs sexist questions and he just backed her up. Not letting Rita ask a single question without commenting? Obvious NO! The second thing that hit Y/N was how she remembered her and Cedricâs deal.Â
When the article came out, heâd tell her if he had a crush on her and sheâd tell him.Â
Realizing she hadnât said anything to her classmates, Y/N thanked them and gave them back the newspaper. She turned around to the Hufflepuff section to find Cedric, only to see that he had already been looking at her! The tall student was standing behind another Hufflepuff who was holding the newspaper out.Â
Y/N blushed - he had already been looking at her! Cedric flashed her a grin with his pearly white teeth, said something to the others, and met Y/N halfway to his houseâs table.
âHi,â Cedric said, his grin never leaving his face.Â
âHi,â Y/N returned, also smiling. What could she say? His happiness was contagious.Â
âWe had a deal,â Cedric recalled, his grin turning into a smirk. Merlinâs Beard, he towered over her, he was so tall!
Y/N nodded. âThat we did. If I recall correctly, you were supposed to go first, Mr. Diggory,â she said, mocking Rita Skeeterâs writing.
Cedric let out a laugh before biting his lip. âThis was why I wasnât sorted into Gryffindor,â he muttered out quietly and quickly, eyes on the ground until he finally brought himself to meet her eyes.Â
âYouâre amazing, Y/N,â the brunette boy began, blushing himself. âI noticed you when your school first entered the Great Hall - I just didnât have the courage to talk to you . . . I do like you. I like you a lot.âÂ
Y/N stood there in awe. While this was exactly what she hoped for, she didnât except for this to happen, and let out a small nervous laugh. âThe usually strong and awesome Cedric Diggory is blushing and didnât have the courage to talk to a nobody like me?â She teased.Â
Cedric laughed with her. âYouâre not nobody. Youâre Y/N Y/L/N, Triwizard Champion and a badass!â He said seriously, and then thought of something else. âIâd also like to go on a date with you sometime . . . if you like me, that is.â His eyes widened for just a moment when he realized he just poured his heart out and didnât even know if Y/N had the same feelings.
Wow. Y/N felt like she was on top of the world. She took a step closer to Cedric, everything around them forgotten. âSeems like you got your courage back . . . and yes, Iâd love to go out on a date with you,â she said, tilting her head up to make it seem like she wasnât as short compared to Cedric.Â
The two were very close together, so close that one might think that they were about to kiss. âYou just canât stop teasing me, can you?â He asked, making her giggle and shake her head ânoâ,Â
Cedric smirked. âWell, there is something I will need to tell you on our date. Trust me, I was planning to tell you anyway, for I only found this out yesterday . . . what our first task is,â he said.Â
Y/N raised her eyebrows. âWhy would you tell me? Iâm your opponent.âÂ
Cedric shrugged. âI don't care. Besides, Harryâs the one who told me and Iâm pretty sure Krum knows, too.âÂ
As Y/N was about to respond, a flash suddenly startled them both and made them jump back. The pair turned to see Colin Creevey with a large smile on his face, lowering his camera before scampering away. âYou two do like each other!â He yelled in victory as he ran.
âI guess Rita Skeeterâs writing does sometimes turn out to be the truth,â Y/N observed, blinking in a little surprise as she realized that.Â
This day went a lot better than she could ever dream of.
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warning; language, character death, angst if iâve ever seen it
summary; in which, fred weasleyâs name is pulled from the goblet of fire
word count; 5.3k+
fred x reader with a sliver of goerge x reader
cedric diggory who? jk, but letâs pretend that the twins are 17 in this scenario, and cedric diggory isnât chosen for the triwizard tournament(:Â
you had always been the rational one between the two of you. well, the three of you. the weasley twins were anything but rational when it came to basic logic outside of the classroom. they were the clowns of hogwarts, and they enjoyed every second of it.Â
it did, however, make your role in their life just that much harder.Â
you cared for the weasley twins more than you cared to admit at times. though molly and arthur thanked you endlessly for repeatedly pulling their sons out of trouble, fred and george argued that you limited their fun when they were away from their parents.Â
there are times, however, that you being the more rational of the three of you came in handy. though neither boy would admit it aloud to you, they were thankful for your rational way of life sometimes. when they had gotten caught out in the dark forest after hours, with no idea of how to get out, they were endlessly thankful for you pulling them out just before they found out what truly lurked in the trees.Â
you had deemed yourself as the caretaker of the weasleys at a young age. you met fred and george on your first train ride to hogwarts and quickly learned that you were going to have to bust your ass to keep these boys in line. they werenât the type to follow the rules, but instead find the most interesting ways to break them. even after you had been sorted in to slytherin, and them into gryffindor, you had stuck by their side, and them, yours.Â
when ron came to hogwarts just a few years later, you promised molly that youâd look after him, since she couldnât exactly count on fred and george to keep ron out of trouble. the same agreement came around when ginny stepped onto platform 9 3/4.Â
fast forward a few years, and you seemed to be the one that needed to be taken care of.Â
you had told them that this was a shit idea. you told them every time they brought it up. you didnât understand why they couldnât just allow the goblet to spit out a name that wasnât theirs. any name wouldâve done just fine, but not theirs.Â
though you got george to promise you to not put his in, you werenât entirely convinced he was telling the truth. fred wa always the harder one to convince to do the rational thing over the fun thing. it also didnât help that george was easily persuaded by his brother.Â
âplease, freddie.â you tried to push your best face forward, eyes wide and bottom lip pushed out ever so slightly.Â
the same lip that he had traced with his thumb any time it puffed out. the same lip that he had taken between his own too many times to count. the same lip that brought him the utmost joy, the one that he looked forward to kissing at the end of every night and the start of every morning.Â
the same lip you had been furiously chewing on through the drawing names ceremony. your leg was bouncing furiously, so much so that fred and george had to tell you to calm down, twice. george promised that he hadnât put his name inside, but he knew his brother did. he knew that fredâs need to compete in the tournament was stronger than his guilt that he felt straight away after placing the piece of parchment into the goblet.Â
you had been angry when george told you, but not as angry as fred had been for his brotherâs betrayal. he claimed that he couldnât help it, cracking under the pressure of your gaze and spilling out the truth in a matter of seconds.
but that was days ago. days that had passed and only added to the anxiety that bubbled in your stomach. the anticipation had been too much, too suffocating. even in the great hall, sat between the twins and across the table from ron and his two best friends, the anticipation felt like a weight had been placed on your chest, weighing you down to the bench as you hoped and prayed for any other name to come out of the goblet.Â
âfred weasley.â though the entire room seemed to erupt in claps and cheers, a few congratulations thrown at the boy beside you, you couldnât bring yourself to move.Â
he was stunned, not expecting his name to come fumbling out of the cup in the middle of the room. he didnât expect to be chosen, there was no way he wouldâve actually been chosen. the chances were so slim, he thought you were ridiculous to be so worried about it. but then his name was being called through the great hall, and he couldnât ignore the excitement bubbling in his chest.Â
you did not feel excitement, though. your breath had escaped you, had you gasping for a new one. your leg had stopped bouncing, and your muscles had tensed. so much that fred had noticed, his wide grin faltering when you stood up abruptly, stepping over the bench and darting towards the door.Â
snape had sent you a hard glare, but when you looked up at your professor and head of your house, he couldnât ignore the sympathy bubbling inside of him. snape didnât often show the children at hogwarts anything less than his tough exterior, not feeling much else besides distain and annoyance towards the kids, especially those outside of his house. but he had never seen you so distraught, and he knew how the calling of fredâs name must have shaken you, and decided to let you slip out of the large doors at the front of the hall.
when fred just stared at your retreating figure with a loss of words or thoughts of what to do, george stood up and followed you. he had paused for just a moment when he heard harryâs name following behind fredâs, but when the shock of a fourth name had passed through him, he was running out of the room to follow you.Â
ây/n!â you stopped at the sound of your name echoing off of the walls. your heart sank into your stomach, your muscles relaxing with every passing second that made you feel like your body was giving up on you.Â
your heart was racing, your breathing rapid and rigid as you fell into the arms of your best friend.Â
âheâs a bloody idiot, y/n. you know that.â though they were meant to reassure you, perhaps pull a smile from you, they had your eyes welling up with a layer of tears that were bound to burst at any given moment.Â
you werenât surprised when george started to pull you in the direction of the gryffindor dormitories. you had been inside of the twinsâ shared room more than you could recall, and he figured it was the only place youâd feel comfortable in your state of mind. there was no way you were going to cry into the chest of george weasley while running the risk of having your roommates burst in at any given moment.Â
he expected you to fall into fredâs bed and pull the old knit blanket that you loved over your head, sob into the familiar pillow case until your idiot boyfriend returned from the great hall. he had been surprised when you fell into the opposite bed, pulling your legs up to your chest and burying your head into your knees.Â
âlove, heâll be alright.â georgeâs chest constricted at the sight of you so distraught. he had listened to you beg him the same way you begged fred not to put their names inside. you were more worried about the risk than you were excited about the reward.Â
yes, you wanted fred and george to live their lives to the fullest. yes, you wanted their happiness above all else, but their happiness had been put on the back burner of your mind when their lives were at stake.Â
you couldnât lose the twins, you just couldnât. you had never lived a day at hogwarts without them, and you werenât going to start in your seventh year. you didnât want to live in a world where one of the twins didnât exist, and it just so happened that that very thought got through to george, not fred.Â
when the door swung open and the boy of the hour walked inside, head held high with a wide grin spread across his face, you felt the weight of the world fall onto your shoulders.Â
âi donât know why youâre being so fussy. whatâs done is done, love.â you stared at him in disbelief, unsure of who you were even looking at anymore.Â
âwhatâs done is done? merlin, fred. she asks you to do one thing, and you canât give her the decency-â
âshe asks me to do loads more than just this one thing, georgie, and you know that. she wants us to sacrifice our youth to be some rigid, boring pricks!â you sniffled, pushing yourself onto your feet. you didnât want to be in a room where you were being spoken about as if you werenât even there.Â
âmerlin forgive me for not wanting to see you hoisted away in a bodybag, freddie.â you reached for the door but stopped when he grabbed your wrist, turning you around to face him.Â
âwhy canât you just be happy for me? you know how bad i wanted this, and youâre making me feel like iâve turned over to the dark side or something.â your eyes found his, big and pleading for you to just give him this one thing. just this once.Â
âi am happy for you freddie, but i donât know if i can stand by and watch you offer up your life for some stupid title.â you pulled your wrist out of his hand and opened the door, almost annoyed to see the younger weasley siblings standing outside of the door.Â
you pushed a small smile to your lips, contrasting the tears building up in your eyes that they both detected quickly. ron gave you a pained look, unsure of how he was supposed to handle all of this newfound news he had been given. you felt for him, truly, having a brother and a best friend entering the same deathly tournament.Â
you ruffled ronâs hair with a hand, bringing a small smile out of the boy who had been looking to you for how he was meant to handle all of this. you had become an older sister to ron over the years, given that he saw you in and outside of school so often.Â
âcâmon ginny, iâll walk you back.â your hand fell to her shoulder, urging her to turn and walk back to her side of the dormitories.Â
ây/n!â you turned over your shoulder, eyes latched onto the boy who was unsure of how you were leaving things. the two of you didnât fight often, and when you did it was always resolved by the time you left one another. âi love you.â
you nodded, a pained look in your eyes telling him all he needed to know. he had royally fucked this one up, and there was no way of fixing it.Â
âi love you too.â your voice was small, and you had turned back around and stalked off with ginny faster than he could rush forward and try to fix things.Â
âyouâve made a mess for yourself.â ron huffed out, shoulders falling in defeat while he stalked off to his own room.Â
it had taken you a few days to accept the fact that fred was going to compete in the triwizard tournament. you knew that it had been set into stone already, and there was no going back at this point. you had to support him, because with his head swimming with uncertainty of the terms the two of you had been on, he was going to be distracted. and this wasnât a time that the weasley boy could afford to be distracted.Â
you hadnât been all that worried through the first phase of the competition. with charlie being a care taker for dragons, fred had his fair share of experience with the very creatures. he knew how to handle them, and that showed in his performance.Â
he had retrieved the egg quicker than the other three competitors, and you had to stop yourself from kicking a fifth year for mumbling something about him having an unfair advantage and, as she called it, dumb luck. though george and ron snickered beside you, you felt anger bubble in your chest at the girl whispering to her friend just behind you.Â
you hadnât been given the opportunity to worry during the second round, given that you were the person dumbledore chose to tie under water for fred to find later on. yes, he had thought of putting george down there, but with ron already down there for harry to retrieve, he thought putting another weasley sibling at risk may have been a bit over the line.Â
when you resurfaced, coughing out water that built up in your lungs, clinging onto your boyfriend, you had congratulated him in a breathless tone. he smiled widely at you, hugging you tightly just before dragging you over to the dock.Â
george helped you up, though his attention quickly shifted back to the lake in search of his younger brother. you sat beside him, gripping onto the towel that you had been handed as the three of you waited anxiously for ron to pop up.
after he had, the weasleys were given the opportunity to breathe. everyone had made it through the first two rounds safe and sound. fred had won the round, finding you faster than the other contestants were able to found their respective people, and tackled you in a celebratory hug at the announcement.Â
you had squealed in excitement when he lifted you and spun you in a circle, planting a passionate kiss onto your lips in front of everyone. the cheers had deafened in your ears, your focus solely on the boy in front of you, arms secure around your waist while you held his head in your hands.Â
but then the last round came, and you were forced to stare at the front of a maze with no knowledge of what was going on the entire time. you sat with the weasleys, trying to reassure ginny and ron that everything would be okay. hermione and ron were anxious, that much was obvious, and you did your best to be there for them as well as ginny.Â
george had the job of keeping you calm. he sat beside you, arm secure around your shoulders and tucking you into his side for as long as you needed. he made conversation with you while you waited for fred and harry to leave the maze.Â
when they both appeared at the same time, the crowd erupted into a loud slew of claps and cheers. but you were frozen in your spot, smile absent from your face as your eyes locked onto your boyfriend lying flat on his back with harry hunched over him.Â
âsomethingâs wrong.â you told george, your hand practically crushing his when you pulled him down the steps with you. âgeorgie we have to go down there.âÂ
âokay, okay. letâs go.âÂ
ây/n, whatâs-â
âyou stay here. donât move.â you told ron sternly, eyes wide and unwavering as you shifted them between him and ginny. âboth of you, stay here.âÂ
ron nodded, though he was unsure of why you were so tense and stern in your command. he couldnât see anything that you could, standing almost a foot shorter than you and having poorer eyesight.Â
âdonât move, either of you.â george figured heâd throw one in there for good measure, hoping that both of you ordering the two to stay in their spot would work better than just one.
you ran down the steps, george in tow the entire way down. just before your feet hit the dirt, snape stepped in front of you, the same expression he always held evident in his features, except for the emotion in his eyes you didnât often see.Â
âmiss y/l/n, iâm going to have to ask you and mr. weasley to go back to your seats.â you shook your head, anxiety brewing inside of you with every second that passed and no new knowledge of fredâs well being given to you.Â
âprofessor, please.â when a man walked up to snape and leaned into his ear, you focused your attention and hearing into the manâs words.Â
âkeep everyone in their seats. a boyâs just been killed.â your body turned rigid, your eyes leaving snapeâs to look over his shoulder, watching harry sob over fredâs body that hadnât moved since he had reappeared in front of the entire crowd.Â
ây/n.â george and snape spoke at the same time, but you shoved past both of them, eyes locked onto the same head of red hair that you had seen just hours prior.Â
you remembered the way you had kissed him, muttering a soft âgood luck, and be safe.â you had told him the same thing at the beginning of each round, threatening him if he dared to be anything less than careful.Â
and here he was, lying just a few feet away from you, unconscious and unmoving. your feet took you over faster than your brain could process it.Â
you sunk to your knees, shaky hands reaching out for the boy you had more love for than you could describe to anyone. you felt hands on your shoulders, though you shoved them off quickly and told the person to leave you alone. you werenât sure how many people were watching, or how many had told you to step back, but you did know that you were ignoring each and every one of them.Â
the sinking feeling in your chest had been worse than anything youâd ever felt before. you thought of every fight the two of you had in the past, none of them able to amount to the feeling that was currently tugging at your chest.Â
george felt a similar feeling, brewing in his stomach and chest as he watched you wail over his brother. he told the people around you that it had been best to just leave you, none of them would be able to tear you away from fred even if they all worked together.Â
âlove.â george whispered, reaching out to grip your shoulder, though you flinched away from him as soon as he made contact. âlove, you have to get up.âÂ
you shook your head, letting out a strangled sob as you gripped onto the shirt fred was wearing. you couldnât let go, no matter how hard you tried. you didnât want to leave him here, like this. there wasnât anything youâd be going towards, leaving everything behind instead. there was no motivation to step away from fred.
âgeorge.â george turned at the sound of his name, the tears in his eyes blurring his vision, but he was able to spot his younger brother and sister standing out in front of the rest of the crowd.Â
âwe told you to stay put!â george yelled, prying your eyes away from fred to look up at ron and ginny who stood a few yards away from you.Â
you couldnât find the words to say to the youngest weasleys. there wasnât anything that came to your mind, no matter how hard you tried. you always found the words to reassure others, no matter the defeat you felt within yourself.Â
this was the first time ron or ginny had seen you too stunned to find words, hands pressed lightly against fredâs cheeks, eyes filled with tears and lips parted with no sound passing through them. you racked your brain for something, anything, but came up with nothing.Â
you felt another pair of hands on your shoulders, gripping tightly enough to pull you from your spot on the floor, the front of your pants now covered in dirt, as well as your hands. your cheeks were wet with tears, and your throat scratchy from yelling.Â
you couldnât recall the last few minutes. you werenât sure what youâd said or done in the time that you were begging for fred to come back to you. the entire school, as well as two others, had seen you clawing at the boy beneath you, desperation evident in every move and cry. your housemates were stunned, never knowing you to be the soft one out of the three of you. none of them had even seen you shed a tear, let alone look so defeated, despite the circumstances.Â
snape felt an unfamiliar feeling in his chest at the sight of you. the relationship he built with you was unlike any others with his students, even the ones in his own house. he knew your familial life wasnât ideal, though that seemed to be a common thing amongst those in your house and the school overall. he had been there for you through your first few years at hogwarts.Â
he had became a father you werenât given the opportunity of having at a young age. he was a mentor that you never dreamed of having, and had given you the care that a parent usually gave to their child. he had never seen you like this, and he wasnât entirely sure how he was meant to handle it, but he had to figure it out quickly for your sake.Â
when snape tried to pull you away from fredâs body, you restrained against him, moving to kneel back down. he stopped you, wrapping his arms securely around you and allowing you to sink into his embrace. he had locked eyes with george, who was utterly defeated in this moment. how was he meant to care for you and his younger siblings while simultaneously going through the same thing he was meant to save you from?Â
âno no no no, you canât make me.â you struggled against snape one last time before his hand held the back of your head, securing you against his chest while you sobbed uncontrollably.Â
âweâre going.â you shook your head, looking up at him with wide eyes filled to the brim with tears.Â
âi canât. ron- ginny- george. george.â you let out a strangled sob at the reminder that george was going through the same soul crushing feeling that you had been.Â
you turned to find his eyes, watching his shoulders sink as he let the defeat catch up to him. he didnât know how to take care of himself as well as three other people. he always had you and fred to lean on. he didnât know what he was meant to do in this moment, and you caught onto that quickly.Â
something flipped inside of you. you straightened your shoulders and wiped your cheeks, turning out of snapeâs embrace and moving towards the weasley siblings. georgeâs head hung low, tucking it into your neck as soon as you were close enough to him.Â
you held an arm out towards ron and ginny, who were quick to rush into the two of you. you held the three of them, sobbing and asking questions you didnât have the answers to. you may never have had the answers, but they couldnât stop from firing off the rhetorical questions.Â
âcâmon.â you whispered softly, patting george on the back and pulling back form the three siblings. âwe shouldnât stay here.âÂ
the three of them nodded, allowing themselves one more moment with their lost brother before turning into each other for a needed sense of comfort. you were left with the last goodbye, chest tight with anticipation.Â
you kneeled down beside the boy, pressing your lips against his one last time. you felt your heart clench when they didnât press against yours with the same passion that yours had. your thumb ran across his cheek slowly, catching the tear you dropped in its wake.Â
you were pulled back form him one last time, following behind the three that walked in the same direction as you, with hearts just as heavy as your own.Â
a few hours later, you found yourself lying in fredâs bed, ron curled around your leg with his head in your lap. ginny was curled into your other side, arm secured around your abdomen and tears dried onto your shoulder.Â
after hours of mourning the loss, and trying to fill the air with joy filled memories, the four of you were exhausted. nobody had expected to to see any of you for the rest of the night. hermione and harry stopped by to offer their condolences as well as help if it was needed, but ron could barely look at them for longer than ten seconds without bursting into tears again.Â
harry tried to lighten the mood, even if it hadnât worked at all, by letting you all know that fred had looked after harry through the entire competition. it didnât surprise you, to hear that fred offered his wisdom and experience in order to help harry through this. after all, harry wasnât even meant to compete in the entire competition.Â
but now it was just the four of you, ginny and ron asleep on the small bed that belonged to fred while you and george sat opposite each other. you offered george a tired smile across the room, watching the corner of his lips turn up into a smile that he was clearly forcing to the surface.Â
âiâm sorry, george.â your voice was scratchy, matching the feeling you felt at the back of your throat.Â
âyouâve got nothing to be sorry for, love. you were right. we were fools to offer up our names to the goblet.â your heart thudded harshly against your chest, memories of your numerous attempts to stop them from putting their names in the goblet rushed to the forefront of your mind.Â
george stood from his place on his own bed, moving to open the wardrobe tucked into the corner of the room the belonged to fred. your eyebrows pulled together as you unraveled yourself from ron and ginny.Â
you carefully stood from the bed when you were sure you hadnât woken them, watching them curl into the sheets and pillows that still had fredâs scent laced within them. a soft smile pulled at your lips at the sight before you turned back to george, watching him look for something.Â
âgeorgie, what-â
âjust let me find it, please.â you nodded, picking up on the desperation in his voice as he begged you to just give him a second. he moved from the wardrobe to the desk, opening every drawer and lifting every item, looking everywhere for something you were still unaware of.Â
when he found it, you watched his shoulders relax. he stood straight up, eyes locked onto box sitting in the palm of his hand before holding out to you. the box wasnât familiar to you, though the shape of it narrowed down what it was capable of being.Â
you stared at the box, eyes moving up to look at george with uncertainty and hesitation swimming in them. he nodded, stretching his arm further in an attempt to have you grab the box from him.Â
âheâd want you to have it.â he whispered, voice cracking as he allowed himself to remember that his brother had died mere hours ago.Â
you reached for the box with a shaky hand, unsure if youâd want to know what was inside of the box. but you trusted georgie, so you took the box from him and sat in the chair pushed against the desk he just searched through.Â
you flipped the box open, choking out a gasp and a strangled sob at the sight in front of you.Â
the thin band was silver, given the fact that youâd spent an entire failed study session, ranting about how much you disliked gold jewelry. though fred would tease that it was because of your house, youâd ensure him that you had always hated gold jewelry. you claimed that silver complimented you more than gold ever could.Â
the diamond was small, given his social standing and your endless reassurance that big diamonds were gaudy and ugly in comparison. you told him more times than you could count, that even if he had all the money in the world, you wanted a smaller diamond.Â
it couldnât have been a better ring if you had made it yourself.Â
âhe was going to give it to you after we graduated. he was scared youâd turn him down and call him crazy if he did it before then.â you let out a soft laugh, one that he returned with a confident smile.Â
george watched you slide it onto your finger, tears pooling in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks as you stared at it with a longing look in your eyes.Â
âmaybe i shouldâve waited-â he didnât have a chance to finish before you were throwing yourself into his arms, your own locked around his neck tightly.Â
âthank you, georgie.â you whispered soflty and pressed your lips to his cheek. âthank you for everything.âÂ
you got questions about the ring, choosing to ignore all of the insensitive ones and respond to the ones with pure intentions. you listened to molly gush about going to the shops with fred in search of that very ring. ginny would aimlessly twirl it around your finger at dinner in the great hall, claiming that it made her feel closer to fred.Â
ron didnât pay much mind to it, though he knew about the ring that sat int he bottom of his brotherâs desk. he had teased him about it for months, despite fred barking back with the same comeback every single time.Â
âyou only wished you had someone like y/n.âÂ
george would never admit it to you, but the ring that always sat on your finger brought an uneasy feeling to him. it bothered him that he hadnât been the one ot put it there, though he had been in a way. he loved the sight of the smile that stretched across your lips every time you looked down at it, but when that smile shifted up towards himself, he felt a weight lifting off of his shoulders.Â
the day that the ring moved from your finger to a thin chain on your chest confused him. he had asked, but you shrugged, insisting that you couldnât live a life that was built for a different universe. sure, it was the life you wanted for longer than you could remember, but you needed to build a new life for yourself, now.
a life that allowed the uneasy feeling in georgeâs stomach diffuse. a life that included george by your side through every moment, but not in the way he had been over the course of your time at hogwarts.Â
a life that allowed george to put a ring on the same finger years later. suddenly, the ring that you often tucked into your shirts no longer bothered the boy.Â
he knew you would always have a part of your heart reserved for fred, but so did he.Â
perhaps you and fred were meant to be in a different dimension, in a different universe. the two of you had built something so beautiful, but this universe hadnât been the one he was meant to be in. so for now, you would be able to live with the idea that maybe you and fred had been built for a different universe.Â
perhaps this universe was meant for you and george.Â