WICKED HATE | FRED WEASLEY

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POTTERWATCH

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Ares's hut was a way cosier place than I expected. Almost all made of wood with little rooms, the kitchen and the living room together, a tiny porch and enough space for all of us. I was genuinely surprised since it had anything we might have needed and it was incredibly cleaned and well preserved.

When we were trying to divide the rooms, Fred immediately offered me to sleep with him and, obviously, I agreed - sleeping with him was becoming a habit that erased any sort of pain inside of me.

"You don't mind, Georgie, do you?" I asked the other twin who was staring at us with an accomplice look.

He immediately huffed, shrugging.

"Obvs no, mate. I have the chance to have a rest from this daft prick I have as a twin," he said, slightly punching Fred's arm.

A couple of days after being finally accommodated, we realised that we were actually incredibly safe and hidden from the Death Eaters or the Snatchers - Greyback's squad. The forest that hid the hut was just a few miles away from a little muggle village where we managed to get our food and other things we needed. To be even more protected, just in case, we put every kind of protective spell we could think of and made each of us our own secret keepers. If there were people who I trusted with my own life, those were my friends.

Remus ended up going every once in a while back to England, where he made sure to check everyone was well-protected and bearing with the situation as okay as they could. He even got to see Harry, Ron and Hermione who - as he had said - were staying at Grimmauld, planning their next move carefully. But what genuinely surprised me was the embarrassed, angry and pale face he returned back with after going to see them for the first time.

I tried to ask him what had happened but he refused to tell me, instead, he grabbed his wand announcing that he needed to see Tonks and that we would be back the next day after with the materials needed to start the Potterwatch project.

We also kept communicating with the Weasley family as much as we could and Ginny, our principal spy inside the school, managed to communicate to us how my uncle was the new headmaster of Hogwarts and the Carrow siblings, two fucking bastards who obviously were Death Eaters as well, were the new teachers. They were treating the school as a prison and the only vestiges of the previous bravery and freedom were the resistance of some students such as Neville - who was making me incredibly proud -, Seamus Finnigan and surprisingly, a huge group from my house who were using their privilege as purebloods and Slytherins to fuck up the new teachers as much as they could.

In the Ministry, however, corruption was deeply rooted in its system. All of us were declared as enemies of the Wizarding World, according to The Prophet. Declared Undesirables and traitors to our own kind. All of us.

Fucking bastards.

Things were starting to be so tough in London, that during the start of our second week at the hut, Remus arrived with Lee and Angelina - much to George's happiness - to keep them safe as well, since they were being threatened.

"Are you guys okay?" I asked them once they entered the place, slightly freezing because of the fresh September air.

"Yeah, don't worry. We managed to avoid the Snatchers," Angie said, quite relieved to see George and running to hug him.

"Mate, this a good proper place, can't wait to start that Potterwatch project you lot have in mind," continued Lee, as smiley and positive as usual.

"I'm glad you've stayed here. The Ministry has issued an arrest warrant for us with the excuse of declaring about Albus's death, but it's only a trap, they want to put the bullseye on us and erase from the map as many sympathisers of Harry as possible," Remus informed us the morning he arrived with the mics and the artefacts needed to create the radio station.