"Always." Fred Weasley x Reader

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It was nearly midnight, and I was laying down on my stomach in my bed, the blankets drawn right over my head like a tent, a flashlight in one of my hands and a large leather-bound book, The History of Magic, in the other. 

I frowned with a sigh as I propped the book back up against my pillow. 

I moved the tip of my quill down the front page, growing annoyance making its way as I struggled to find anything to help me write my essay.

My eyes skimmed the page, before stopping with a sigh, completely not in the mood to do this anymore, so I let my mind wander.

I stood up and pulled the covers off of me. Harry was fast asleep in his bed, though he had books laid out on his bed also wondering what it was he was going to write about.

I went to my desk and sat down, before pulling away and turning to one of my desk drawers thoughtfully.

I open it and pull out stacks of letters which I kept from all my friends, I looked through them with a small smile before frowning.

I missed them all deeply. I missed the Wizarding world. I missed Hogwarts. 

Harry and I have spent most of the last two years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This didn't make our aunt and uncle accept the situation any better as they still locked away all of our spell books, our wands, cauldrons, and broomsticks at the start of summer break, and forbid us from talking to the neighbors.

This separation from our spell books has been a real problem for us considering most of our teachers had given us work to do over the holidays. This made Harry and I come up with a rather risky plan to get them all back. Im honestly surprised we haven't been caught as we've had the books without them knowing since the first week of break. 

Even then, we both have been doing our hardest to avoid any trouble with our aunt and uncle at the moment, especially since they were already in a bad mood with us, all because we received a telephone call from the Weasley's one week into our vacation. 

The Weasleys, along with Hermione and Neville were my closets friends at Hogwarts. My best friends. And while they knew a lot of things we didn't about the wizarding world, they had never used a phone before and it was most unfortunate it was our uncle who answered the phone. 

I can still remember the conversation clearly in my mind. 

"Vernon Dudley speaking."

"HELLO? HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR US? WE...WANT TO TALK TO HARRY AND Y/N POTTER!"

Ron, Fred and George were yelling so loudly that uncle Vernon jumped and held the receiver a foot away from his ear, staring at it with an expression of mingled fury and alarm. 

"WHO IS THIS? WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?" he roared.

"RON....WEASLEY AND MY BROTHERS!" Ron bellowed back as though they were speaking miles apart.

"WERE....FRIENDS... OF...Y/N....AND...HARRY'S...FROM....SCHOOL!"

I watched as our uncles eyes widened before glaring at us. 

"THERE IS NO HARRY AND Y/N POTTER HERE!" he roared angrily. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT SCHOOL YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! NEVER CONTACT ME AGAIN! DON'T YOU COME NEAR MY FAMILY!"

And with that he threw the receiver back onto the telephone as if dropping a poisonous spider. The fight that followed had been one of the worst ever.

"HOW DARE YOU GIVE THIS NUMBER TO PEOPLE LIKE.....PEOPLE LIKE YOU!" Uncle Vernon had roared, spraying us with spit.

Ron and the twins obviously realized that they'd gotten us into trouble because they haven't called again. Hermione hadn't been in touch either. Though I suspected Ron had warned her not to call, because she had muggle parents who knew perfectly well how to use a telephone.