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Hey everyone!

I’ve been getting a lot of messages about where I’ve been/if I’ll post anything soon.

Truthfully, I have no inspiration for this page anymore. I feel like I’ve squeezed every last drop out of it - and I’m finally finished (for the foreseeable future at least).

It was great, and so much fun, and it allowed me creative freedom I couldn’t find anywhere else. It helped me develop as a writer, and I loved being part of such a large community.

Thank you to every who ever supported me - onto the next chapter.

- afeb x

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Weasley Family - Chaos

“You’ve always been the weak one of the family.” My mother spat at me with venom dripping from her tone. “Bad blood.”

My father looked disapprovingly at me. “You’ve betrayed your entire family.” He simply muttered before walking out of my bedroom.

Tears streamed down my face. “They’re...they’re kind.” I weakly mumbled.

“They’re blood-traitors.” My mother snapped. “If they’re so kind, they’ll happily take you in.”

“W-What?” My watery eyes gazed up at her.

“I want you out of my house.” She folded her arms. “Tonight.”

“But it’s nearly midnight!” I cried.

“I don’t care.” She angrily stated.

“But I’m your daughter!”

“I have no daughter.” Was the last thing she uttered before leaving me alone.

With teary eyes I quickly scribbled on a scrap sheet of parchment:

My mother and father found out about our friendship. They’ve asked me to leave tonight. I have no where to go.

I’m so frightened Freddie. I’ll come to yours immediately but I understand if it’s too short notice.

- Y/N x

An owl took my note and I set packing the essentials, the reminants of my life squeezing into my trunk and small suitcase. I hesitated before picking up a family photo, shoving it into the depths of my trunk before slamming the lid shut and tightly locking it.

I heaved my things down the steps where my mother and father were waiting by the grand doors, my mother’s eyes red but stealy and unforgiving. I timidly shrugged on my coat and wrapped a thick scarf around my neck, taking my time to pull on my hat and gloves before turning to my parents.

“Please reconsider.” I quietly begged.

They didn’t say a word: simply opened the door and looked away from my crying face. I sniffed and picked up my luggage, walking out of the premises and jumping as the door slammed behind me. Looking back, I stayed for a minute or two in hopes they would come running out and wrap me in their arms, begging for me to come back inside.

When the door remained tightly closed I sighed and pulled out my wand, with one last hesitation I swished the magical instrument and apparated.

Dazed I looked around, seeing the Burrow to my left.

Fred had invited me around last Easter, and I went without my parents knowledge. It was one of the happiest times of my life; a house so full of wonder and chaos, so different from my own.

The loud clap that echoed from my arrival had notified the inhabitants of the humble home, and soon there was a collection of Weasleys tumbling towards me. Fred was the first to reach me, wrapping me warmly in his arms.

I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face at the familiar warmth, my arms circling around his waist. Soon I was passed around, a mixture of hugs and kisses coming at me from all angles.

“I’m so sorry.” Fred quietly mumbled. “We just read your letter.”

I smiled sadly and looked over to Molly and Arthur. “I understand if it’s too short notice.”

“Nonsense,” Molly quickly excused. “You can stay with us as long as you need.”

“Here is always home to anyone who needs it.” Arthur said knowingly.

“Thank you.” I sighed with relief.

George and Fred fought over who would take my bags in, Fred snatching the trunk and rushing inside. Ginny looped her arm through mine and quickly tugged me into the house whilst Molly asked me relentless questions about what I had eaten that day.

Sadness seemed to leave me as I walked through the threshold of the home, even at night the Burrow alive with energy. Ron quickly pulled Ginny from me.

“Give her some space!” He snapped. “Y/N, you can stay in my bed.” Ron kindly offered.

“She will not! She’d much rather mine.” George proudly said whilst placing my suitcase on the floor.

“I got new sheets recently, you can stay in mine.” Fred muscled his two younger brothers aside.

“Well?” Ginny expectedly looked at me.

“I...well-um...” I fumbled over my words.

“I’ll put the kettle on.” Molly said before tugging me into the kitchen behind her. “Don’t you worry about appeasing any of them, you stay wherever your most comfortable.”

Fred quickly snatched my hat from the top of my head and placed it on his own, taking a seat at the long table and chatting mindlessly with George. I was quickly rushed to sit at the head of the table by Arthur and a steaming cup of tea was placed in front of me.

It seemed all the attention was on me as I slipped off my gloves and awkwardly looked around. “So what happened?” Ron asked with a cocked brow.

Fred punched his arm. “Don’t ask her that, can’t you see she doesn’t want to talk about it?”

“It’s a reasonable question!” Ron defended as he rubbed his abused skin.

I softly sighed. “My mother has an awful habit of snooping through my things, my father says she too curious for her own good.”

“And?” Fred pressed.

“She found the letters, from all of you, and when she asked me about it, I tried to defend you-“

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Molly said. “We didn’t want you to get in trouble.”

“I wanted to.” I said. “She said I had betrayed our family...that I had dirty blood.”

George quickly cupped my hand in his and squeezed. “We’ll have you.” He said.

“Yes! You’ll be a wonderful addition to the family!” Ginny excitedly said. “I’ve always wanted a sister.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly-“

“We can turn the study into another bedroom, and we can go to Diagon Ally tomorrow and get anything you need!” Ron smiled brightly.

I looked towards Arthur and Molly who gave each other a knowing look. “The children have always decided what goes on in this house,” Arthur said. “I don’t think you have much choice.”

“You’re all so...” I paused, looking around the many happy faces. “Lovely.”

Everyone seemed to share the same bashful blush as they shrugged off my kind comment. The tea was quickly drunk, and it was finally the time to decide whose bed I would steal for the night.

“Where should I...” Fred asked, hauling my luggage up the staircase.

“Your room.” I smiled as Georges and Ron’s shoulders slumped. “Thank you for the offer.”

The family seemed to further fight about who would help unpack my things, until finally Molly screeched for everyone to give me some space. The whirlwind of a family sulked out of the room, leaving just Molly and I.

“Don’t hesitate to ask for anything.” Molly kissed my cheek once before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.

For the first time since I’d come here, I was left in silence. I almost welcomed it, allowing my head to finally breath. Opening my trunk, I pulled out my pyjamas and opted to only take out a few essential items. Rummaging through, my hand touched the cool frame of the picture I had hastily packed.

Sitting down on Fred’s bed, I looked down at the photograph. It was still, no emotion, an accurate portrayal of my family. I was sat in a large chair, my parents behind me, one of their hands on either of my shoulders. Despite the picture being cold, it pricked tears in my eyes at the knowledge of potentially never seeing my family again.

“Are you decent?” Before I could reply Fred barged in. “Sorry but it’s bloody freezing in George’s room and I’m in desperate need of-“

I sniffed and wiped the stray tears from my eyes. “Sorry, what did you need?”

“A jumper...” he frowned. “Are you okay?”

My lip quivered at the question and I quickly shook my head. Fred was by my side in an instant, coaxing my head to rest on his hard shoulder as he softly wrapped an arm around me.

“I begged them to let me stay.” I softly cried.

Fred’s hand combed through my hair. “I’m sorry.” He simply said. “I’m so sorry this happened.”

It felt as though I cried for hours, and soon I had fallen asleep against Fred’s chest. I stirred as he softly led me back against the bed, tugging the duvet to cover my body. A kiss was planted on my forehead, and as he went to leave my hand darted out to grab a hold of one of his fingers.

“Thank you Freddie.” I whispered out sleepily.

“Get some sleep.” He whispered back, before leaving me to my dreams.

I woke up to the startle of yelling voices and loud bangs downstairs.

“Give me my book back!”

“It’s my book anyway!”

“George, give Ginny her book back!”

With a small smile I got out of bed, wrapping Fred’s dressing gown around me and trudging down the stairs.

George was being chased by Ginny, who was abnormally red and flustered compared to her usual neat demeanour. Fred was attempting to read the newspaper on the sofa, but had to move his feet every thirty seconds to allow George to scurry past. Ron was biting into an apple and explaining to Molly why he should be allowed to drive the car again, and Arthur was bent over the table fiddling with an old Muggle radio, to which to volume dial was clearly broken and kept blaring Russian music.

Chaos, but home.

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Hello!!

I’ve been asked to talk about the issue of people stealing work from other people/writers on this app. I personally have had a lot more messages on the issue and I just want to give my thoughts on it.

Yes it’s very annoying. To come up with an idea, write it and then post it only for someone else to take credit is a shame.

However, I’m posting this online. I appreciate it’s probably not going to stay on my profile and some people don’t care enough to credit/cite the real authors. But, I suppose, in some way it’s a compliment (a backhanded one at that).

If you take others work and advertise it as your own, it’s very easy to just mention the real author. If it’s because you want compliments on the work, have a go at writing yourself! Everything takes practice, and I’m sure you can message/talk to the other authors for tips. It may even be more fun writing your own!

Have a great day,

- afeb

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remember when i didn’t post for a year? Might do that again ... lol jokes ... unless??

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lil update - 

i’ve deleted all my Harry Styles fics from my masterlist :( they’re still on my page but i just feel like no one reads them anymore and most of my followers are here for my Harry Potter/Marvel content. also, i couldn’t get the links to actually work in the end for HS so i thought it would be cleaner to delete them (lol sorry HS fans, just scoll to the bottom of my feed, they’re still there!) 

all of the links should work now, if not...well i’m awful with technology so :’) 

also how cringe is it to read your old writing? disgusting. thanks to those who let me know of my technical issues <3 

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