Harry Potter One Shots

That Summer (Weasley Twins)

A/N: Fred and George are notorious pranks which are usually fun and unharmful, but their latest one was the total opposite

TW: mentions of parental abuse (physical and mental), homophobia (not from the twins), blood

3rd POV:
"Isn't it a bit fucked up wearing his clothes?" Fred asked watching Y/n roam through the closet and pulling out a flannel that was oversized on her.

"I think the fucked up bit was murdering him." George defended her.

The three of them looked across the room to see his dead body laying on the floor, his eyes wide open.

"What are we going to do with the body?" George asked.

"I already have a plan boys." Y/n smirked.

It was suppose to be a simple prank on her father for how he had been treating her the past couple years, but not everything can go according to plan.

~48 hours earlier~

Y/n stumbled out of the Burrow's fireplace dusting off the soot. Fred and George heard the noise from the kitchen and came running in to see their best friend standing there, eyes wide, arms slightly shaking. George was the first to approach her, slowly and calmly placing his hands on her wrist to stop her shaking.

"Hey love, it's George." He spoke softly. "Can you tell me what happened?"

Y/n looked at George, softening her eyes a bit but still in a state of shock. "He-he said that I was a-a disgrace for liking gir-girls. And then he hit me with his beer bottle." She trembled.

George's face broke into a small frown, wrapping the girl around his frame. The twins knew that Y/n's father wasn't the best, always calling her names but they never thought he would hit her. Fred on the other hand, was practically fuming, you could see the smoke coming out of his ears.

"I'm going to kill him." Fred balled his hands into fists.

"No!" Y/n exclaimed. "It's fine, I'm used to this."

"What?" Fred's dominance faltered upon hearing her words. "He's done this before, Y/n/n why didn't you say anything?"

"I didn't want to burden you." She replied. "I've dealt with his bullshit for years, I'm just watching for my revenge."

"Revenge, I don't think that's a good idea." George looked down at her.

"It won't be harmless, just a few mind tricks I have up my sleeve." Y/n smirked.

Y/n had been a master in the dark arts, knowing spells and jinxs that could top Snape. Her little tricks was how she and the twins became best friends, they caught her sending a dancing jinx to a group of Gryffindors who thought it was a good idea to pick on some 2nd year Hufflepuffs.

"Well I'm in." Fred said, he had already millions of ideas going through his head. "George?"

"Only if it's a prank." George looked at the two of them. George was the level-headed one in the group, kind of like the mom.

"Of course." Y/n smirked and sent Fred a secret wink. Y/n wanted revenge for the past 4 years. Every summer should have to come home and face him and his drunken slurs, and homophobic slurs.

So for the rest of that day, the three of them worked up a potion that played a few tricks on the mind. To whoever would drink it, you could your first fear come to live in front of you, it was like a boggart you couldn't get rid of. Pouring the concoction into a vial, Y/n slipped it into her bag for the next day.