Darling • Fred Weasley x reader

Chapter sixty three

A/N:
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"Barricade every exit and disable any fireplace with the possibility of connecting to the floo network. Not one person is permitted to leave the castle."  Dumbledore announces as he swiftly hurries through the corridor.

Once Maddie had read the letter, Ginny, Ron, and soon enough the entire Great Hall had heard of the news. "My brothers could be dead for all we know and they're just going to lock down the grounds?" Ginny spits as she paces in distress. I bounce my knee frantically as I try my hardest to formulate a plan, someway to help or at least guarantee their safety.

I jolt up abruptly and snatch my wand from the table beside me as I start out the common room in a rush. "Y/n!" Harry blurts as he follows me out, the rest trailing behind him. "Whatever you're plotting, you're going to get yourself killed."

"Like you haven't been on the brink of death at least a dozen times before."

"The death eaters at fault could still be there or even have gathered more by now." He attempts to reason as I recall that all the connections to the floo network had been severed to prevent students like me from executing any ideas.

"Then do you reckon I just leave Fred and George out to fend for themselves? Are you completely mental? And like you said there could be more so if you're right, then they'd need help."

"How do you suppose they won't go after you next?" He questions sharply and the group just sits back and listens to our altercation.

"Intuition we'll call it." I breathe out and impulsively picture the twins' joke shop, but as I begin to spin, I hear an distant voice shout a name.

As I land on the familiar cobblestone walkway of Diagon Alley, I instantly feel the effects of apparation and regret the decision. The scene in front of me was a sight that I never would've imagined in all my days; one that caused me heartache although I hadn't been directly involved in the process of building. Everything that Fred had been talking about for the last four years, destroyed. Every window is shattered; every item is either turned to dust or the remains are laying on the rubble that used to be the floor.

I immediately barge through the back door, subconsciously begging to find either one of them around every corner I turned.

"Fred?" George's voice weakly pleads, groaning after the action. I jog in the direction it came from and spot him leaning against the wall, his one hand pressed against a counter top and his clothes covered in the dust of the rubble.

"Y/n? You shouldn't be here." He exhales, dropping his head down in exhaustion.

"Madeleine got your letter, you should've known I'd be." I wrap his arm around my shoulders for support.

"What are you on about? I never sent her a letter." I try to wipe the perplexed look off my face. "I would've known you or the others would come looking for us and clearly that wouldn't have been the best idea, but you seem to be a magnet to peril, aren't you?"

"That's one way to look at it." I reply, knowing a majority of the time I didn't have an option. But if it wasn't George and it obviously wasn't Fred, then where the fuck did the letter come from? I wonder for a second longer and arrive at the conclusion that there has to be something or someone tampering with the post; the letters to Fred and now this.

As we make it to the second floor, we begin calling Fred's name only to get silence in return; not even a breath was audible. George visibly catches wind of the terror that floods my features and he insists we thoroughly inspect the apartment before we jump to conclusions although I could tell he was experiencing the same feelings.