This Isn't a Joke (George Weasley x Reader)

Chapter 12 - WHO TURNED OUT THE LIGHTS?!

September 1st, 1993

Reader POV

When you had gotten on the train ad sat down with your dormmates (as well as Ernie and Justin), you didn't really expect anything bad to happen.

Which was stupid, of course.

This was Hogwarts. Something bad always happened.

Megan was in the middle of explaining to you how great Hogsmeade was (according to her older brother), when the train started to slow down.

"Are we here?" Hannah muttered, waking up from her nap.

"We can't be," Susan said. "Look out the window."

Sure enough, all you saw were a few hills, some trees, and a deer. (Don't flame me if this isn't accurate)

"Okay, now I'm confus-AH!" you fell forward when the train suddenly stopped, landing beside Hannah.

The blond had asked if you were okay, checking you for injury.

"Hannah, I'm fine, really," you insisted.

Then the lights went out.

You heard a few screams (probably from Ernie and Hannah, who were also shouting "WHO TURNED OUT THE LIGHTS?!), and barley muffled your own surprised squeak.

When you all found your way to your seats, well, kind of, Susan began speculating that the train had just broken down.

Yeah, it just broke down. But then why does it make me feel so empty?

BANG!

Something, maybe someone had just hit the door.

You pressed yourself to the seat, that empty, hopeless feeling becoming more intense by the second.

Why is this happening? I was fine just a moment ago?

Wait, if you were feeling like this, then what about your friends?!

You had always been the strong one, even taking care of Susan when she needed it.

If they were sad or hurt, then they were your top priority. It didn't matter if you were bleeding out or on fire, so long as they were all ok, then you would be too.

You tried to look around the room, but it was still completely dark.

"Lumos" you whispered, talking your wand out of your ponytail.

(For reference, I wear my hair in a loose low bun and shove a pencil in it. If your hair isn't long enough or you don't like styling it in a ponytail or bun or something, just tuck it behind your ear.)

Hannah POV

To say I was relieved when Y/n turned the light on was an understatement.

I despised the dark, so much that I still kept a magic night-light in my dorm.

The other girls were fine with it, but I still made them promise that they wouldn't tell.

"What was that?!" my voice was shaky, even in my own ears. My nails found their way into my palm impulsively, a habit I've had since I was little.

"There's no way to be sure, but clearly it wasn't exactly friendly," Megan replied.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself.

It's going to be okay. My friends are here to protect me, and I them. It will all be okay.

Reader POV

After a few minutes of discussing what might have happened, you finally decided to drop the subject. It wasn't going anywhere anyway.

When the lights turned back on, it wasn't long before George and Fred burst into your compartment.

"Are you alright?!" one of them yelled. You couldn't tell which was which since they were both moving to fast.

"Calm down Georgie, everyone seems to have their limbs intact." Ah, so the one that yelled had been George. But who was he talking to? Everyone, you, or someone else?

That last thought stung you a little, but you were quick to push past it.

He was probably talking to everyone, no reason to feel... this.

"Calm down Weasley, your girlfriend is fine, as are the rest of us," Megan smirked, replying to George.

At that, the younger twin's face turned as bright as his hair.

"I- I don't have a girlfriend!"

Megan just rolled her eyes before giving me that look.

"What are you looking at me for?!"

Before my friend could reply, Hermione burst into the compartment, pushing both Fred and George down in the process.