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How many cliche rom-com novels has she read where she scoffed at the heroine’s luck of being bonded to her long-time crush? Yet, here she is living in a brother’s Grimm version of her own romance novel.
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Chapter 7/7
Book: After the Deathly Hallows
“Fred,” Y/N's soft voice wafts over him. Fred’s eyelids seem to be glued shut. He can feel her looming over him, the heat coming off of her body wafts over him, yet when he finally manages to open his eyes, his hands grasp air.
Gasping, Fred pats his stomach and down to his torso. His eyes frantically search the hall. “Fred,” Percy calls out. His heart beats rapidly in his chest. “No,” shaking his head, he picks at the nasty bandage around his leg.
“Hey. ” Percy wraps a hand around his to prevent him from touching the leg. “No!” Fred shouts. Pushing his brother away, he stands.
“Fred!” they shout in unison, although her voice carries a lot more venom than his brothers. Warm tears roll down his face at her voice, the relief only somewhat numbing the excruciating pain which shoots through his body. He is sure that it's Y/N. It has to be.
“Fred, you need to sit back down.” Percy's arm wraps around his waist, trying to guide him back to the cot. Looking around, all Fred sees is the dead and those almost there. “I almost died.”
Gulping, he slides back onto the cot. Percy's face looks similar to the Bloody Baron. “We almost lost you,” rubbing a hand down his face, he hides the tears. “We did lose you for a bit, but Pumphy, that amazing witch, she saved you. I don't know how she did it, but she did—" Fred lunges forward and hugs Percy. Percy sobs into his shoulder and hugs his brother back.
Fred tries to think of the last time he hugged Percy; it had to have been before he became a Prefect. “I’m so sorry,” Percy whispers. “I’m sorry that I didn’t believe you and dad. I should have stood up for dad and stood against the ministry.”
“George and I always knew you would come to your senses, eventually. Just took you a little longer than we expected.” Fred laughs.
Percy rolls his eyes but smiles widely at his brother. He watched as his eyes flicker to the hall. “She’s out there. George said that Draco has spoken to her.”
At Fred’s confused expression, Percy explains, “you have been saying her name off and on for the past hour. I swear George was mad with jealousy.”
“I have to go out there.”
Percy looks worriedly at his injured leg. “We can use the numbing cream that Pumphy keeps in her desk. I’ll lose all feeling in my leg but at least I can drag it along.” Fred pleads.
“Mums going to kill me, Fred.”
“Welcome to the family, brother,” Fred jokes.
“Neville, now!” Swinging the sword above his head, he brings it down with brute force, cutting Nagini’s head off. “I did it,” Neville gasps. His eyes wide he looks at Y/N in shock, adrenaline pumping through his veins. “You did it,” she grins.
Voldemort screams in rage and Neville’s eyes go wide.
“Stupefy!” Narcissa Malfoy stuns Mr. L/N. Y/N stares at her father, mouth agape. “Expelliarmus!” Mrs. Perkins disarms Y/N’s dad. “Thank Merlin, you are safe.” Mrs. Perkins pulls Y/N into a hug.
“Thank you,” Y/N looks over at Narcissa. “Thank you for protecting my son.” “Yes, thank you.” Mrs. Perkins caresses Y/N’s face. “Let’s finish this, hmm?”
“Really?”
“Yes. I’ll take care of your father.” She looks back before looking at Hogwarts. “Y/N, there’s something you should know,” Y/N looks around frantically for her mother. “Your mother left.” Mrs Perkins quickly reassures her. “I told her to leave or fight. But there is something else you need to know.”
Y/N turns to see thestrals and hippogriffs fighting the giants. Blood pours down their faces as the animals claw at the giant's eyes.
“Whatever it is, say it quickly or it will have to wait.”
The centaurs begin to charge at the deatheaters. “Move!” Theo shouts. Blaise slams into Y/N, forcing her to follow the crowd inside. The crunch of bone hits there ears as the Centaurs stomp their hooves. Giants fall to the ground, and spells are cast all around them. Y/N’s father is long forgotten as Mrs Perkins runs along with them.
“Bloody hell!” Pansy shouts. “Confronto!” Y/N and her Pansy’s mom shouts, causing the entrance to the cave in, effectively blocking the magical creatures from getting in. “Draco?” “Saw him inside.” “Theo?” “Right here!”
“Good, we are all alive. Let’s stay that way shall we?” Pansy jokes. “I second that.” Theo agrees. “Pansy!” “Mom,” Pansy crashed into her mom.
Voldemort shrieks again, this time further in the castle and followed by several shouts. “Go,” Theo says. “We will stick together.”
Y/N casts a shield charm on her friends before going to the Great Hall, Mrs Perkins on her tail. “The Dark Lord, Voldemort,” her voice drops, “he did something unspeakable. When your father mentioned it. I—I didn’t think it was possible.”
“What did he do?” Y/N disarms a deatheater and forms a protective circle around them. “This really isn’t the time.” Y/N’s eyes flicker over to the redhead dueling the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. He moves in sync with Lee Jordan.
“But it is!” Mrs Perkins cries. Y/N pauses. Never in her life has she seen Mrs. Perkins so frantic. She has always been the pinnacle of calm and collected; the original Slytherin princess. The one who taught Y/N how to hide her emotions and protect those she cares for.
Mrs. Perkins was the one who introduced to her the idea of a silent rebellion.
Placing her hands on her cheeks, Y/N asks for her to explain. Taking a deep breath, Mrs. Perkins continues. “He did something. They figured out how to plant a voice.” Y/N’s eyes widen. Her private lessons come back to her. Even though Hogwarts had soulmate education classes, her parents ensured that she had the pure blood version as well. The teacher they brought in taught her the spells to remove an unwanted soulmate bond and other unorthodox spells.
One of them was still in its experimental stage. It was created for the pure bloods who were born without a voice. This spell would allow the parents to insert a voice in their child’s head.
Y/N gasps. Thinking back to how Fred’s voice disappeared. Her gaze goes back to the man fighting Yaxley. He turns around and her heart plummets to the ground when she realizes the man is not Fred Weasley but his twin.
“Did they do something to me?!” Y/N fears the answer. Has something changed, and she didn’t realize it because of the silencer? Was her bond with Fred Weasley being cut off?
“No!” she shouts. A wizard begins attacking their protective bubble, but is taken out by Pansy. Mrs Prins grips Y/N's wrist tightly. “But I think Voldemort added a voice in his head.” Y/N’s eyebrows furrow together.
“What?” She shouts, but her voice is swallowed by the loud commotion of the kitchen door exploding.
“We fight in Regulus Black’s name!” He screeches before charging the deatheaters with his army of knife and cleaver wielding elves. Y/N is forced apart from Pansy's mom. Looking towards George and Lee she makes sure that they have Yaxley before taking off to the Great Hall.
She passes Ron and Greyback. The man goes to slash at Ron’s bare arm, but Hagrid tosses Macnair at his feet, giving Neville and Ron the distraction they need.
Bellatrix's manic laughter echoes through the hall before it is sharply cut off. Y/N’s eyes connect with her aunt as she falls to the floor.
McGonagall, Slughorn, and Kingsley all manage to hit Voldemort. The death of Bellatrix eliciting a cheer from the crowd.
“Stop!” Y/N shouts. As Voldemort screams in rage and turns on the professors. Kingsley flies into the brick wall. Slughorn slams to the floor and McGonagall falls to her knees under the cruciatus curse. “Stop!” Y/N screams. The whole hall freezes.
Everyone looks at her with wide eyes. She can only imagine the thoughts going through their head.
Standing before them is the cold Slytherin princess, a death eater, a friend, a traitor, a student.
“My dear,” Voldemort hisses. Griping her wand, she raises it and points it at the Dark Lord. “You dare betray me?” He laughs.
“You are defeated. All the horcruxes are destroyed. You are just a man.”
“Just a man?” He steps closer to her. Her hand falls slightly, but she stays in form. “Is that what he told you?” His lips purse together. “Dumbledore never did quite understand.”
Y/N’s heart drops. No, she thinks. They thought of everything. They had to.
“You know what makes me so special?” He hisses. His breath fans across her face. “I got to choose my soul mate.”
“What?” Her eyes flicker over to the Weasleys. All of them present but Percy and Fred.
His hand grips her wrist. His wand rests down by his thigh. Hers still pointed at his chest, the only thing keeping them from being pressed together. “I found a way to put a voice in my head!” His laughter washes over her like a dark curse. He lowers his voice and whispers. “And I chose you.” She swallows the vomit fighting to come up. Tugging her hand away, she tries to escape his grasp. She just needs to kill him. That’s it. That’s the task. But if what he is saying is true, she can’t kill him.
Professor Thompson’s words echo in her head. “A soulmate cannot kill a soulmate. It’s like that weird American law where a husband or wife can’t be put on trial against their spouse.”
“Tom Riddle, let her go.” Voldemort’s eyes snap to Harry. Y/N doesn’t turn to face the chosen one, she doesn’t dare look away from Voldemort. The crowd cheers once again, their chosen one alive again.
Swinging her hand back, her fist collides with his face. Her knee rises up to his crotch, crushing his pelvis. Grunting, the Dark Lord falls to his knees. “Petrificus Totalus,” Harry shouts.
Tom Riddle gazes up at Y/N. “I don’t know what you did, but I am not your soulmate and you are not mine. I may not be able to kill you with magic, but I sure as hell can hurt you.” Her fist collides again with his jaw. A couple of people groan and cheer as her knuckles collide with his jawbone.
Locking eyes with Harry, she nods. “Finish this.”
The sun rises on a new day, bringing light into the dark graveyard. A loud, boisterous voice fills the hallway with carols of happy times.
Passing Peeves, Y/N fights her way into the med bay. Families gather around cots. Pushing through, she ignores the shouts of her name. Nothing matters except the one voice telling her to find him. She walks and walks until she finally sees the sea of red hair.
Her knees buckle. “Come on love, you're so close.” Fred urges her forward. “I have to see her!” He shouts. “Percy, I will kick your ass! Let me up!” He shouts. It takes her a moment to realize that the voice is coming from in front of her and not her head. “We almost made it! We just have to push a little further!”
“Fred?” She shouts. Molly turns. A wide smile on her lips. “Hi dear.” But her words don’t seem to register because sitting on the cot is a very alive, very real Fred Weasley. And he is talking to her.
Percy and George sigh in relief.
“Y/N?” “You're alive!” Overcome with grief, she collides into his chest. He grunts in pain but pushes the feeling away and pulls her into his lap. “You found me.” He sighs. “You saved me.” He whispers into her hair. Her thighs wrapped around him as she squeezes him tight.
They rock back and forth. Whispering to each other.
“Told you, you owe me three galleons!” Remus opens as closes his hand. “I do not!” Sirius shouts, clearly offended. “Do too,” Molly mutters. Remus gives her a thumbs up and Arthur chuckles.
“Please,” George rolls his eyes. “I called these two since year one.”
Fred squeezes Y/N’s hips as she turns to face Remus, Sirius, and his family. “Hey love,” Sirius's gaze softens. Fred allows her to escape his lap so she can hug the duo. “I knew you weren’t a bad apple.” Sirius squeezes her tight.
“Love you too.”
Sirius flushes pink. Remus coughs, feeling slightly left out despite being a part of the family hug. “I love you too, Moony.” Remus’s cheeks turn bright red, causing Sirius to chuckle.
Turning around, she searches for Fred, but he’s already behind her. “You shouldn’t be standing!” She scolds at the same time as Molly. “Bloody hell, there's two of them,” George jokes. Everyone laughs. Fred scowls but follows the direction when given two death glares.
“I can’t feel it anyway,” he pokes at his leg. Y/N swats his hand away from the stained bandage. “Numbing cream,” he explains.
Pulling her back into his lap, he says, “I’m glad to finally see you.” Tracing his thumb down her jaw and across her lower lip. “I’m so glad it’s you. When the wall fell,” his thumb trembles on her lip. Grabbing his other hand, she massages it with her thumb. “I saw you. You were telling me to stay alive and to fight. You got so bloody mad at me when I gave up.” His eyes fall to the floor in shame.
“Hey,” she calls, his eyes back up to hers. “I gave up too, okay, but in the end you won. You didn’t let me.”
He smiles. “You wouldn’t let me either.”
After the war, Y/N decided to live full time with Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Harry had bought his place, which Draco also chose to stay. But much to the amusement of Y/N and Sirius, they were over at Black manor more often than not.
After talking with Fred and accepting their bond, the voices in their heads no longer speak. This meant that Fred was constantly over as well. “Have her back by 8.” Sirius scowls. “Sirius!” Y/N shouts. “9.” He grumbles.
Remus walks in and begins pushing the young couple to the door. “Just be back tonight.” Pressing a kiss to her cheek, Remus gives Fred a nod before closing the door behind them.
Walking across the street, Fred flushes pink as he asks to hold her hand. “Of course you can.” She replies.
“Where are we going?” Fred swells with pride as she visibly relaxes. “The Burrow. Is that okay?”
Her beaming smile is enough of an answer for him. “Should we floo there?” She points back to Black Manor. Fred shakes his head and calls his broom to his hand. “Only one?”
His lips twitch into a smirk. “Have a problem with that?” She observes the broom and then him. He shifts his weight as her eyes trail up his body. “Think you can manage having me on your broom?”
Fred chokes on his spit and Y/N laughs. Collecting himself, he takes a step closer to her. Their chests barely touching, he whispers in her ear. “My broom can take you any day.”
Leaning in, his eyes flicker down to her lip and then back to her eyes, silently asking. When she doesn't move away, he leans down.
Instead of her lips, he is met with a calloused finger, a teasing smile dancing behind her hand.
“Doll, when are you going to let me kiss you?” His head cocks to the side, observing her features. She is more beautiful than he ever thought. Watching her across the room at Hogwarts doesn't compare to seeing her up close.
“You have to earn it, Fred Weasley. Besides, I won’t have my first kiss be outside my home with my nosey parents peeking through the blinds. Fred raises an eyebrow and peers around her. Sure enough, his eyes connect with Remus Lupin before he scurries away with Sirius at his tail.
Harry watches as the cup shakes just enough to slosh the liquid to and frow. Noticing his gaze, she places the cup on her knee, steadying the untouched drink.
He notices it again in the kitchen when he surprises her. “Harry!” Her chuckle is a distraction from her racing heart. But he notices.
His heart breaks as he thinks of the once eerily calm girl that stood in the hall covering his body with hers. She had thrown him against the wall and shielded him without a second thought.
He hopes that Fred gets her to open up about what went on in L/N manor and Malfoy manor that made her into the warrior that she is.
She may not be the ice queen anymore, but that might just be because someone has managed to take down her walls. “Sorry,” Harry apologizes for scaring her and places his cup in the sink.
“To answer your question earlier…”
He places a hand in the air. “You don’t have to. Draco has talked to me and I know you’ve probably shared with Fred. In the end it doesn’t really matter.”
“It matters to me.” She takes a deep breath.
“The whole point of the training was to prepare them. Many of them did not want to stand with their parents, but choosing to stand with Hogwarts meant that they were at risk of being tortured, killed, or worse.”
Y/N pauses in her explanation. Her hands tremble as memories of people being tortured in her home come back to her. “I started offering lessons, for those who showed signs they wished to go a different path. I never intended for them to fight. It was just supposed to be defense, but soon,” her eyes shine with pride, “we began to realize that we needed to do more."
We began preparing each other for the emotional toll of taking on our family.”
Looking at Harry, she smiles. “After the confrontation with Voldemort, Tom,” she corrects herself, “Draco became obsessed with meeting more and so did I. With what he wanted Draco to do,” she shudders, “we knew we had to be prepared.”
“That’s not why he was scared.” Harry looks into the living room. Draco’s white hair stands out in the sea of red.
He suppresses a smile as Fred comes up behind Y/N. “He saw how Tom Riddle looked at you. Draco had heard your father talking to his father about how Tom wanted you as his right hand.”
Y/N looks out the window. “That’s part of the reason I escaped, I guess. I didn’t really understand how attached Vol—Riddle was to me. I just knew that I couldn’t stand to see the people I loved hurt other people. Then Dumbledore offered me a role on the good side.” She flashes a genuine smile, and she goes to look for Fred. Turning, she’s met with the warm embrace of her soulmate.
“It wasn’t anything too important. In fact, I really didn’t do anything.” She chuckles and stops Harry and Fred from interjecting. “I made sure that you had access to all the Hallows at the same time, through Draco. I helped confirm that Severus’s loyalties were with the Dark Lord. I was supposed to kill Nagini, but Neville beat me to it,” she laughs again. “Who would have thought? The kid who could barely brew a potion would kill the Dark Lord?”
Fred’s hands slide around her waist and he places his chin on her shoulder, pushing the boundary of their physical relationship. Y/N unintentionally melts into his touch.
“I’m going to go see Draco,” Harry nods towards the living room. “Before he turns someone into a ferret.”
When no one laughs, Harry slips out of the kitchen. Fred can feel the increasing thump of her heart and Y/N focuses on the tiny circles being drawn on her hip. “I’m so sorry Fred,” she whispers. She turns around and leans against the counter. “Why are you sorry? I’m the one who is sorry. I yelled at you, called you a deatheater, and then left before you ever got to defend yourself.”
She drags her eyes away from her shoes. He is no longer leaned into her, but one of his hands is holding hers. “Look,” she pulls up the sleeve of her hand that’s holding him. “You got that because Dumbledore asked you too.”
“No,” Y/N shakes her head. “I didn’t join the ranks of Voldemort because of Dumbledore or to be a hero or to save Harry.”
Fred’s eyebrows furrow together, his head cocks to the side, patiently waiting for her to explain. Y/N’s nose crinkles as she momentarily gets distracted by his cute reactions.
“I did it for Draco,” tugging her hand away from him, she pulls the sleeve back down, “for Theo and Blaise,” the fabric bunches up in her fist, “and for Pansy.”
Fred toys with the loops on her pants. “I had to protect my friends.” Tears fill her eyes. “I know it's weird that they are younger than me, but they are my best friends and I would do anything for them, even if it meant giving myself over to him. I did it for my family.”
The tears fall down her cheeks and her lower lip begins to tremble. “But that is not why I’m sorry.” Her eyes flutter close when his soft thumb wipes away a tear on her cheek. “What is it, love?”
Placing a hand on his chest, she gently pushes him back. Fred watches as she removes her coat. Her short-sleeve shirt revealing her arms. His eyes trace the scars littered from her wrist to her shoulder; some curses gone awry, others clearly from a knife, and a few claw marks. Moving to her other arm he sees the same scarring, the deatheater mark and then a larger-familiar scar.
Once again, he feels his body being pulled to hers. Tracing the now faded scar, he tries to remember why he knows the shape. “I put it on after you left Hogwarts.” Her voice breaks at the end.
Tracing the end of the shape, Fred gasps. “I’m so sorry Fred,” she goes to reach for him but stops herself. Not having any of that, Fred pulls her into him, their bodies mold together. “It’s okay,” he reassures her. “We found each other. It’s okay.” He repeats it over and over until she begins to whisper it back.
Y/N walks swiftly through the building. A hand securely wrapped around hers follows in the path she creates.
Fred watches in amusement as the witches and wizards part for her, a few pausing to admire her before turning away. “Y/N!” A feminine voice squeals.
Draco pulls Harry past them and to the table. The boys stand and greet the couple. “Let me see!” Y/N says as Pansy’s body collides with hers. Placing his hands on her waist, Fred studies the pair. A soft chuckle escaping his lips when Y/N fawns over Pansy’s new tattoo. She had created an intricate design around her darkmark, turning the horrid image into something new.
“Tell me everything! How you met. What he looks like! Is he good in bed?” The questions go on and on. The conversation floats from one topic to another at an alarming rate, causing Fred’s head to spin.
“Excuse me!” Theo shouts, standing on the cushioned seat.
“Doesn’t even bother to say hi, bloody hell. I thought we were friends.” Blaise mummers around his glass.
Finally, making their way to the table. Y/N shouts. “Get down from there Theo Nott. I know I taught you better manners than that!”
Harry laughs loudly when Fred bites his lip and looks to his feet. Draco arches an eyebrow at the two. Y/N completely ignores the exchange, as she is soon tackled by Theo and Blaise.
“It’s good to see you!” “I’ve missed you so much!” “Look at you,” Theo whistles, pulling back from the hug. “Hot damn, who knew Weasley would look so good on you?” Blaise cackles. Y/N swats his chest and goes to hit a laughing Theo, but the boy quickly dives behind Draco’s chair.
Draco expertly grabs Harry’s glass before it can tumble to the floor. Y/N rushes forward and grabs Blaise’s robes by the neck. Wrapping an arm around his neck, she pulls him into a suffocating hug. He dramatically pats her arm and fakes choking. “Don’t kill him, Y/N. Save the rest of us some fun.” Pansy laughs.
Fred’s arm wraps around Y/N’s waist. “What do you think?” Y/N cocks her head to the side and looks at her boyfriend. “I think he's right,” Fred’s voice drops to a whisper, “I look bloody good on you.”
Y/N’s arms go slack and Theo quickly escapes and climbs over Pansy into the booth. “Hey!” Pansy shouts.
Fred groans as Y/N looks up at him through her eyelashes. “You’re killen’ me love.” A sly smirk spreads on her lips. “Good, you’ve been killing me for years Weasley.” Slipping out of his arms, she scoots Pansy over and sits on the end of the couch. Fred takes a seat next to her and Draco.
A few drinks in Pansy begins spilling the details of her love affair with an American wizard. “So let me get this straight,” Blaise leans back and places his arm around the back of Theo’s cushion. “You slept with this man, ended up accidentally meeting his brother, who just so happens to be your soulmate?”
Pansy shrugs. “Yep.” Theo whistles. “I’m happy for you, Pans,” Draco leans forward and clinks his glass with hers. Pansy blushes and mummers a quiet thank you.
“I heard you're working for the ministry, Blaise.” Harry speaks up.
Y/N turns to her friend. “How is it?”
“It’s the best,” Blaise says. “As you know, my father was captured last month.”
Fred reaches for Y/N’s hand under the table. Her own father and mother were caught two months ago, a day after the death of Voldemort. Her mother had been the one to turn them in.
Y/N has not been keen to talk about it, but Fred knows it weighs on her.
“I’ve been working on restoring positions in the ministry to those who deserve it. It’s a new program, and it’s a lot of work. It will definitely be better when you join the aurors, Harry.” Draco’s eyes cut quickly to Harry. His eyebrow arches questioningly.
Harry chokes on his drink. “How do you know—“ Theo shrugs, “people have been talkin and your names been floating around.”
“Thinking about being an auror?” Draco calmly questions. Harry leans towards the booth away from Draco. “It’s been on my mind.”
Their eyes connect, and they share a silent conversation.
“I’ve seen Theo a lot, too!” Blaise abruptly shifts the focus of the table. “That’s right, you’ve been working at Hogwarts!” Y/n grins.
Theo smiles brightly. “Restoring Hogwarts to its former glory and all. You know,” Theo pauses and looks at Y/N. “Your names been floatin' aroun' too. Specifically, by Mcgonagall.” Fred and Y/N look up surprised.
In the past two months, Y/N primary focus has been on disbursing her family’s fortune. She’s kept the money that her family mansion will give her and she distributed the rest to organizations that her family and other deatheaters have hurt.
Fred has been working nonstop with George at the joke shop.
And any other time is spent together at Black Manor, the Burrow, or around town.
“Why?” Y/N asks. “Word is she wants you to be her successor,” Pansy mummers quickly over her glass. “Pansy!” Theo scolds. “What it’s true!” Pansy defends.
“As in the next headmaster?” Y/N gasps. “Well, eventually.” Theo sighs. “What I was going to say is she wants to talk to you about the Defense Against the Dark Arts position. The only thing is it’s going to be combined with the Soulmates Education classes.”
Y/N’s eyebrows furrow together. “What about Professor Thompson?” Fred questions. “The bloke’s gone off to America, again,” Theo laughs.
Y/N pulls her hand away from Fred. Her face falls. The thoughts running through her head doing more damage than good. “Hey,” Fred whispers, but his words are swallowed up by the commotion of a new conversation.
A mask falls over her face, her lips pull up into a smile, and she leans forward, elbows on the table, but Fred can see that her eyes are more dim than they were a minute ago.
They sit in the booth drinking and eating until the pub closes. Their fair wells are long and drawn out. When Fred finally gets her alone, they are walking side by side on the sidewalk. Their hands swing in the large space between them. “Love,” Fred stops and reaches for her hand.
“Yes,” she says, her mask still on.
Lacing his fingers with hers, he reaches his other hand up to her cheek. “What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?”
His heart flutters when she unconsciously leans into his hand and her eyes flutter close. “I miss your voice in my head.” Her confession is whispered.
George smiles softly. Sometimes he finds himself missing her voice in his head too, especially when he has a really bad day, but then he goes to Black Manor and he gets to hear and touch her, he is reminded that there is nothing better than the real thing.
“The worst demons are not real people who have hurt me but my own thoughts.” She sighs.
“I’m here,” he brings their intertwined hands up to his heartbeat, reminding her that he is real and here.
Leaning his head onto hers, he listens as her breathing becomes slower. “I promise to tell you every day that you are beautiful. You are worthy. You are an amazing witch. Incredibly powerful. You are the greatest friend, woman, and soulmate. And I promise to always protect you, to always love you, support you, and care for you.”
He watches each word wash over her until her eyes flutter open. “I love you, Fred Weasley.”
“I love you too, my love.” Cradling her chin, he kisses her cheek. “You missed,” she whispers. Before he can question her, she pulls him closer, their lips brushing over each other’s.
Inhaling, Fred is overwhelmed with her sweet intoxicating scent. She’s addictive and he can’t get enough. Her hand runs through his red locks. Intertwining and pulling the delicate hair. She collapses into him.
Their bodies flush together, her lips flutter across his, the taste of her chapstick dances on his tongue. Opening his eyes, his knees nearly give out when he sees the emotion in her eyes.
“This,” her lips ghost across his, “is so much better than hearing you in my head.”
Fred’s lips pull up into a smirk. “And to think it's only the beginning.” She squeals as his arms hook under her legs, pulling her off the ground.
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Chapter 1/7
Book: Prisoner of Azkaban
Have you ever heard a voice in your head? A voice that speaks, but there is no person.
A voice that has no memory of a person to connect it to.
Most wizards, starting at the age of 16, begin hearing the voice of someone very dear to them, someone they have most likely never met, someone who always seems to be there to talk them off the ledge.
Y/N L/N was no different. On the day of her sixteenth, ten days into her fifth year, she has a nasty encounter with a dementor.
"Bloody hell, you scared me bonkers!" A voice shouts, pulling her out of the muggy haze. Forcefully blinking her eyes, she tries to focus on the cloaked figure before her. "What in merlin's name were you doing out of the castle so late?" Scoffing, she sits up.
"I get attacked and the first thing you do is scold me?"
Not wanting to face her peer, she turns away, searching for her wand. "I beg your pardon?" A voice that is certainly not the same as the young male before asking. Cheeks inflamed, the Slytherin turns to face her new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
One eyebrow arched. He waits patiently. His hand extends out, and she half expects him to hit her, but when he opens his fist, he reveals a bar of chocolate. "I heard a voice," Y/N mummers around the piece of chocolate. Her natural color slowly returns to her face.
"Hmm," Professor Lupin looks slightly queasy, but he nods in understanding. "Is today your sixteenth?" Y/N nods. Opening his desk drawer, the professor offers her another bar of chocolate.
"Have your parents..." he trails off, looking somewhat shy at the thought of having to fill in the blanks. "Yes," she nods.
“So you understand that they aren't really talking to you." He stresses. "Yes, my mum informed me all about it. It's their subconscious reaching out to me, so technically they don't even realize they are doing it. Although there have been some reports that they dream of their encounter with you..."
Standing, he looks out the window briefly before returning eye contact with the Slytherin. "I do have to ask why you were out of the castle after hours, Miss L/N." His stern gaze rests on her, but between the bites of chocolate and the rush of hearing her soulmate's voice for the first time tonight she doesn't find herself being afraid of repercussions.
"I wanted to get some extra practice in. With what happened to Potter, my team was not allowed to practice. I wanted to make sure the field was safe before inviting my team." Lupin nods in understanding. "I understand that quidditch is very important to every house but due to unforeseen circumstances," again Y/N can't help but notice his eyes flicker over to the window, "it is not safe."
Sighing, she goes to stand. "When do you think they will catch him, professor?" Chills run over her arms as she thinks of the murder prowling through Hogwarts. "I fear it will be very soon," the professor sighs.
Y/N doesn't ponder too long on his odd behavior because she hears another voice. "He won't touch you because if he goes anywhere near you the marauders will tell me." The voice says reassuringly. "Marauders?" Y/N whispers to herself.
"What was that?" "Nothing professor, just the voices in my head talking again." Backing to the door the Slytherin pauses. "Am I in trouble?"
Lupin shakes his head once. "No, Miss Y/N. Just please no more after hour adventures," a small smile tugs at his lips.
Nodding, she moves to leave his office. "Professor," she stops once more. "Did you ever find your voice?" Knowing it's an awfully intrusive question she doesn't dare invade his thoughts anymore by watching his body language instead she focuses on the almost full moon shining outside.
"I did and I'm hoping to find him again." "You will, professor — we both will." Tugging on the sleeves of her robes, she exits his office.
She manages to pass the sleeping portraits and the stairs to the dungeon corridor before taking off in a sprint. Barling into the common room, they greet her with her sleepy quidditch team. "What took so long?" Crabbe whines. Draco falls dramatically onto the couch on top of Pansy Perkins, his Slytherin quidditch robes fanning around them. "What's got you so excited?" Pansy chuckles.
"No practice tonight," Y/N grips the end of her sleeves with her fingers. "Every one to bed except you two." her eyes land on the two on the couch. Everyone cheers. "Grabbe, Goyle?" The two wait patiently for their invite but their smiles fall when she asks them to collect two of the sleeping boys.
"So spill," Pansy says once the common room is clear except the three of them. "Let's wait for Theo and Blaise." "Come on, Y/N, we waited for ages!" Draco groans, his head buried between Pansy and the couch.
Y/N rocks back and forth on her feet before finally giving into the urge to bounce on her toes. "Breathe," the new voice fills her mind, taking away all the words she was going to say. Her racing heart continues to pound in her ears, causing him to repeat his words. "Breathe, Y/N."
"Oh my Slytherin!" Pansy sits up, shoving Draco onto the floor. He lands with a dramatic thump just as Theo stumbles down the stairs. "Why in Salizar's name did you get me up?" Blaise grumbles. "Shut up." Theo sinks further into the green comforter wrapped around his shoulders.
"What the hell, Perkins?!" Draco grumbles. "You heard it!" Pansy ignores Draco's hand and instead uses his shoulder to push her off of the couch, effectively shoving him once again to the floor. Theo sits on the couch sinking into the cushions and blanket. Blaise shoves past him and maneuvers himself into the couch. "Really?" Draco scoffs.
"You heard it! What does he sound like? Is he Slytherin? Is he a he?!" Pansy shrieks. "What is she over there yapping about?" Blaise groans. "You heard it!" Theo's head peaks out of the green cover; his eyes wide with excitement.
"Oh, joy." Draco rolls his eyes and leans against the couch. "I don't really see the point of this whole soulmate thing." "Oh, sod off Draco!" Pansy and Theo shout.
That was the first and last time Y/N heard her soulmate that school year.
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Soulmate AU where every witch and wizard hears the voice of their soulmate when they turn sixteen.
Reader x Fred Weasley
Sneak Peak:
Thinking back, George's voice has always held a striking resemblance to her soulmates. She had toyed with the idea once or twice but her soulmate has a deeper undertone, he's more likely to shorten his words while George always seems to take extra time with his. Thinking about it now, Fred Weasley is known to be the vocal twin. Y/N's experience with the twins has been opposite of what most have experienced. When in her presence George spoke for both of them. A task he took very seriously.
How many cliche rom com novels has she read where she scoffed at the heroine's luck of being bonded to her long time crush? Yet now, here she is living in a brother's Grimm version of her own romance novel.
Hermione x Fred fan art (included in the header) by @upthehillart
Favorite & Important Lines from The Voice in my Head
One
Y/N rocks back and forth on her feet before finally giving in to the urge to bounce on her toes. "Breathe," the new voice fills her mind, taking away all the words she was going to say. Her racing heart continues to pound in her ears, causing him to repeat his words. "Breathe, Y/N."
Two
Placing his hands on the sink, he lets his head hang. Images of Y/N in that bloody outfit flood his mind, but they are tainted when the buff man enters her space. Emil who had overheard his conversation with George about his intent to ask her to the ball. The Drumstrang then quickly asked her, much to Fred’s dismay.
Three
Pressing Harry against the wall she steps in front of him; her heart beats rapidly against his chest but Harry notes that her hands are steady, unlike his which tremble against her waist.
Four 
“I'm not your professor anymore, Miss L/N." "Neither am I your student." Her eyes peel away from Molly Weasley. "Mmhm, " Snape nods. Leaning forward on the table, his long sleeves carefully laid across his forearm, shielding his mark from anyone's prying eyes. Turning his chin towards her, he lowers his voice. "I wouldn't sit too close to me, Y/N, you might give Dumbledore more bad ideas."
Y/N cocks her head at the odd statement and her heart nearly sputters to a stop when she sees the despair in his eyes; for some reason it reminds her or Sirius. Quickly turning away from him, she is snapped out of the darkness.
Five
Draco manages to stay away only for a few minutes. Hermione’s tortured screams too much for him; he whispers a soft apology to Y/N before entering the room.
Six
“Harry, don’t you remember Soulmates 1? Muggle-borns typically do not have a voice that speaks to them...”
Seven
Placing a hand on his chest, she gently pushes him back. Fred watches as she removes her coat. Her short sleeve shirt revealing her arms. His eyes trace the scars littered from her wrist to her shoulder; some curses gone awry, others clearly from a knife, and a few claw marks. Moving to her other arm he sees the same scarring, the deatheater mark and then a larger-familiar scar.
