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Boggart - Fred Weasley Imagine

A Comfortable Silence - Cedric Diggory Imagine

Love Notes Part 1 - Hermione Granger

Golden Trio Era Characters’ Love Languages

Golden Trio Era Characters’ Type and What They Look for in a Relationship

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Love Notes PT 1 [H.G.]

Hermione Granger x Ravenclaw Reader

Word Count: 764

A/N: Just a little idea I came up with after writing my post what the Golden Trio Era Characters look for in a relationship!

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You were running to potions class, and you were very, very late. You shuddered to think of the detention you were going to get later. You tried your best to sneak into the back of the classroom while Professor Snape breathed down the neck of another student, but like he bloody hawk he is, he saw you. “Detention i think, Mx. Y/L/N. I don’t need to give you a Memory Potion for you to remember your next class, do I?” You shook your head violently and quickly sat down next to your potions partner, Hermione Granger, who had her head shoved into the textbook, her potion furiously smoking.

“what did i miss?” you whispered, not wanting to upset Professor Snape further. “Sleeping Draught” she whispered back, and you pulled out your book and flipped to the correct page. You were about to pour the flobberworm mucus into the cauldron, but quickly stopping yourself when you saw a small piece of rolled up parchment in the bottom. You set down your bottle of Flobberworm Mucus and unrolled the scrap of parchment, upon which a note was scrawled in emerald green ink.

Dear Y/N, I love your hair and they way you brush it out of your eyes when you chop ingredients or take notes :) - Lutrinae

You sat back in your chair for a moment and puzzled over the note. What does “Lutrinae” mean? Who’s Lutrinae? Why did they write it? You rubbed your thumb over the alias and turned over the parchment, examining to see if anything else was written. Eyes still on the piece of parchment, you nudged Hermione. “hey d’you reckon you know who wrote this? You must’ve seen someone slip it in my cauldron.” Hermione shook her head, her cheeks slightly pink “I have no idea who wrote it. I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t see anyone slip it in.” You smiled and shrugged, then shoved the note into your pocket to muse over later, your attention back on your Sleeping Draught.

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You joined your friends at the Ravenclaw table after your detention with Professor Snape. “I’m starving!” you said, plopping down next to Luna Lovegood and Padma Patil. “Where were you Y/N?” asked Luna. “Detention with Snape” you said darkly, shoveling food into your mouth. You continued eating, and laughing with your friends at Terry Boot and Michael Corner, who were trying to explode an apple being eaten by Draco Malfoy.

“Oh, hey Padma, Luna! You have friends in Gryffindor, right?” They both looked at you and nodded. You pulled the note out of the pocket in your robes, and unrolled it for them both to see. I found this note in my cauldron when I got to potions class. I was late, and so any second-year Ravenclaw or Gryffindor could’ve done it.” Padma’s brow furrowed as she puzzled over the piece of parchment. “who’s your partner in potions?” she asked, while Luna looked dreamily at the enchanted ceiling. “Hermione Granger. I asked if she had seen who put it in there, but she said she didn’t know.” you said.

Luna diverted her attention away from the ceiling. “Well either Hermione is telling the truth, or obviously whoever it is asked Hermione not to tell you. We can ask Ron and Harry if the three of them were late to class today, and we can ask Professor Flitwick about the meaning of the name ‘Lutrinae’” said Luna matter-of-factly.“That’s settled then. We’ll go to Professor Flitwick tomorrow, and after that we can try to talk to Ron and Harry without Hermione noticing.” You smiled at your new plan, excited to find out who was writing notes to you. You were struck with a sudden pang of guilt and quickly added “We have to make sure Hermione doesn’t find out we’re going behind her back. She’s really sweet, and I’d hate for her to get hurt because of a silly note.” Padma and Luna nodded.

You got distracted from your planning upon hearing a bang from the Slytherin table. “OUCH!” screamed a few Slytherins, and snickered, realizing Michael and Terry had succeeded in blowing up Draco’s apple. “MY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THIS!!” shouted an outraged Malfoy. Michael and Terry were both howling with laughter, along with the rest of the Great Hall. “Oh will he then? You gonna go crying to daddy, because you’ve lost your apple?” shouted a red-haired Gryffindor boy from behind you, his voice full of mock sympathy. Tears streamed down your face from laughing, and for a few moments Lutrinae was forgotten.

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A/N: thanks for reading! I’m really excited for this series! I can’t wait and I have plenty of ideas ;) More coming soon! Have a magical day Loves 💛

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hi! When your requests open again could i have a 🌳 please? i’m an extroverted hufflepuff, but i have anxiety and feel easily excluded in large groups! i love all things creative; singing, dancing (especially ballet), and art! i love spending time with my friends and goofing around! my parents put a lot of pressure on me to be a good student so i’m pretty smart lmao. I'm an empath. I'm 4'10, have shoulder length curly dirty blonde hair, and my love language is physical touch and quality time!

I ship you with fred weasley!

first date headcanon

fred was never much for plans

except for this particular date

he could not believe you said yes it was almost like a miracle to him

he decided to take you to hogsmeade so he was waiting for you outside your common room to take you to the great hall

the journey there was almost as fun as the actual date

fred is BIG on hand holding

he was constantly telling jokes-- even more than normal-- just because he couldn’t stop running his mouth

but his anxieties eased when he heard you laugh

he took you to the three broomsticks and insisted on paying for everything

he loved listening to you talk about yourself and was quite the active listener, nodding and commenting every few minutes

but really he could listen to you all day because there was nothing nicer than hearing the sound of your voice

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A Comfortable Silence [C.D.]

Cedric Diggory x Fem Hufflepuff Reader 

Word Count: 1.7k

TW: some shouting and aggression, some swearing

A/N: Hiii! I had this idea today, and I just had to share it with you guys! I hope you enjoy! A couple paragraphs in, I really liked the name Lacy for this character!

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“Ozwald, Lacy!”  

Your legs danced in anticipation as Professor McGonagall placed a beaten and weathered hat on your head. It slipped down your face and covered your eyes, then shouted “HUFFLEPUFF” with no hesitation. Loud cheers erupted from a table with students in yellow and black robes, but your face fell as you stood up and trudged over to an empty seat next to the house ghost. The fat friar congratulated you and welcomed you to Hufflepuff, “the best house of them all” with a wink. You mustered a weak smile and watched as Diggory, Cedric was sorted and ran over excitedly to join your ranks.

You felt an elbow nudge you and you jerked back into awareness as your charms partner scolded you for zoning out. You glanced at the ravenclaw emblem on his robes and squared your shoulders. “Just because you’re smart doesn’t mean you have to be a bloody git about it.” you lashed. Your partner’s jaw dropped to the floor as you perfectly performed the charm he had been hopefully practicing, and failing, for the past 15 minutes. You grinned smugly at your partner’s shock and watched as Professor Flitwick stood atop his pile of books and assigned homework. He dismissed everyone, and you gathered your books, shouldering past a group of giggly Gryffindor girls. 

“Wait! Lacy!” You looked over your shoulder and saw a hufflepuff boy running through the crowd, trying desperately to catch up to you. You rolled your eyes as you recognized him. Cedric Diggory. The boy who never gave up on trying to unearth your “sweet side” or whatever the hell he saw in you. Annoying as shit, really. You picked up your bag and quickly shoved your books in it as you heard Cedric’s shouts get louder. You broke into a sprint and ran to the moving staircases. They’re dead useful for trying to shake off someone who’s chasing you, you thought to yourself.

Not this time though. As you were taking the stairs two at a time, you didn’t notice all of your quills falling out of your bag. You had gained significant ground on Cedric, and looked down at him, three flights below you. But your plan of gloating was quickly squashed, and your face quickly turned to that of fury when you saw Cedric grinning at you and waggling one of your quills at you, a flashy grin spread across his face. 

You walked down the three flights of stairs and crossed your arms, looking at Cedric expectantly. “Give me my quills back Diggory.” He smiled and handed them to you, and before you could stop him, he slipped a warm ball of foil into your bag and ran down the moving staircases, taking them three at a time “Enjoy the brownie Lace!”. Infuriated, you unwrapped the foil to see a steaming hunk of some sort of chocolate dessert, apparently called a brownie. Must be some muggle recipe. “Don’t call me Lace!! And stop being nice to me!!” you wrapped the brownie back up and shoved it back into your bag. You’d give it to one of the girls in your dormitory or something, they all loved Cedric. 

You proceeded up the stairs to your last class of the day, Tranfiguration. You earned a disapproving look from Professor McGonagall when your pin turned into a wasp instead of the assigned bumblebee. Your mind had been on the brownie currently burning a hole in your bag, and your confusion over the boy who gave it to you burned a hole in your head.

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a couple years passed, and ever since that day with the brownie, you avoided Cedric like the plague. He never stopped trying to get you to open up, and for the past month, every time he came near you, you put a silencing charm on him. Your friends always got a kick out of this, and you ignored the hurt look on his face. They were all in different houses, and after you started hanging out with them, you quickly earned a reputation as the “mean hufflpuff” Your roommates avoided you, which you were fine with, and you always snuck over to the other tables for meals. Your housemates didn’t talk to you, you didn’t cheer for them at quidditch games, and the only thing that still tied you to them were your yellow robes. You compensated for this by getting a stick-and-poke of a coiled snake on your neck.

“Lacy! Lacy” you rolled your eyes and shoved your hand into the pocket of your robes. “where’s my wand?” you muttered to yourself, then smacked yourself for leaving your wand at Care Of Magical Creatures. There was nothing you could do to avoid him. The moving staircases were being cleaned for the next hour, your wand was gone, and your friends were no where to be found. Cedric ran up to you, panting, trying to catch his breath. He looked warily at your hand in your pocket, and your heart panged with guilt. You held your hands up, showing your wandlessness. “left it in care of magical creatures” you said, and he quickly looked much more relaxed. Cedric pulled out his wand and before you could stop him, he muttered “silencio”, then grabbed your hand. You recoiled and shot him a look full of icy daggers. He pointed his wand at you again. “I don’t usually use tactics like this, but you’re a special case Ozwald.” he winked at you. Your heart fluttered. WHAT WAS THAT you screamed at yourself internally and responded to Cedric’s wink with your usual grimace.

“Come with me or I’ll hex you.” you stood unmoving, not impressed by the popular hufflepuff boy’s threats. Cedric held out his hand once more “Come with me and I won’t tell Professor Snape who used his squid ink for a stick-and-poke tattoo.” he said with a look of triumph. You wearily took his hand, and he led you to a quiet spot on the hogwarts grounds. He threw a handkerchief on the ground beneath a tree and transfigured it into a soft blanket. Then you both sat down, and you gave him a look of impatience. Cedric smiled and apologized. “I’m sorry for blackmailing you and hexing you, but I need to talk to you. And even if you don’t know it, i think you need to talk to me too.” He paused, then continued. “I’m going to cast the counter-charm now, because I want you to talk to me. Why do you push everyone away and pretend like you don’t care about anyone?” 

Cedric raised his wand and braced himself for the shouting fit he knew you were about to have. “finite incantatem.”

You touched your throat and looked over at Cedric, who dragged you all this way. Just because..

wait. 

why did he drag you all this way?

"That desperate for a date Diggory?" you spat, not stopping there. “Desperate enough to drag the ‘mean hufflepuff’ down to the lake for picnic by blackmailing her, then you forget to bring the food” Cedric looked at you, speechless. His gaze fell back to his shoes. “I dragged you down here because ever since that day when we were second years, i knew that you needed me. You need me because the sorting hat chose you for a reason. And I know that you, Lacy Ozwald, are a kind person underneath the walls you’ve built to shut everyone out.” He leaned back on his hands, then smiled at you. “and you’re not the ‘mean hufflepuff’ Lacy. You never were. You just need a real friend.” 

You glanced at Cedric, then laid on your back and stared at the clouds. You both sat in a comfortable silence for a while. Watching the clouds as you gathered your thoughts. Then, finally, you spoke. “I push everyone away so that they can’t know me. If no one is close to me, then they won’t know the real me. No one can know that I-” you picked at the hufflepuff crest adorning your sleeve, “don’t deserve this. Hufflepuff’s characteristics are Kind, Loyal, Patient, and Hardworking. That’s not me. That’s my parents. That’s you. My whole life, both of my parents have told me how great Hufflepuff is, and how proud I should be when the hat hits my head and I continue their stupid legacy in the greatest hogwarts house. But obviously that’s not how it happened. As soon as the hat shouted Hufflepuff I knew that i was in over my head. I don’t deserve to be here, I’m a terrible person, and i’ve ruined my parents’ ‘legacy’” a single tear slid down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away.

Cedric’s heart broke for you, as he watched your walls slowly crumble. When you had finished, he saw the tear before you could wipe it. He didn’t hesitate to go over to you, and sit down next to you. He held out his arms, welcoming you into his embrace. You looked at him warily, then curled up against him and let your tears flow onto his grey Hogwarts sweater. Cedric watched you and gently played with your hair. “I’m so proud of you for finally telling me Lace. The sorting hat chose you for a reason. The sorting hat chose you because it knew that you are a hufflepuff, and if you weren’t then you wouldn’t be here. Additionally, all that stuff about not ‘deserving to be here’ is bullshit. Hufflepuff welcomes everyone with a good heart. Your parents shouldn’t have put that sort of pressure on you, you’re not them.” Cedric lifted your head and wiped away your tears, then kissed your cheek.

You sniffled and wiped your nose. “That was pathetic Diggory.” you laughed. Then kissed him before he could register his shock, your lips dancing together. “thank you” you said. Cedric smiled and squeezed your hand. You sat together in a comfortable silence.

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Hi thanks for reading! Be on the lookout for part two!

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Golden Trio Era Characters’ Type / What They Look For in a Relationship

A/N: an add on to my post about these characters’ love languages! Again, these are just my headcannons and assumptions! Drop your opinions and headcannons in the comments section!

George: Someone who can easily distinguish him from his twin, i feel like this would be really important to him after kind of being in Fred’s shadow. Someone who appreciates his jokes, and loves to laugh. George would really need someone who’s as in touch with their emotions as he is.

his type is probably sweeter people who laugh at his jokes and aren’t swept up in Fred’s grandiose. 

Fred: Someone who he can play pranks with, or at least appreciates them, and laughs at his jokes. He would need someone who supported him in opening the joke shop, when he was worried they would’t do well. someone empathetic who could tell when something is wrong (he sometimes bottles up his emotions). Just someone who he could take care of and love, and would take care of and love him in return.

he usually goes for quidditch players, but if you catch his eye and spend enough time with him, he isn’t picky! Probably goes for shorter people, he will definitely tease you if you’re short (he’s tall as shit though so it’s not hard to look short by comparison). Just people who have a good sense of humor!

Draco: not really into clinginess, and it definitely takes a while for him to open up to someone. You gotta have a thick skin if you’re interested in Draco, he’s prone to lashing out (as you probably know) and his walls are very thick, so you’ll also need to be patient. Someone who inflates his ginormous ego, but isn’t afraid to put him in his place sometimes. Draco needs someone who’s caring when he can’t care for himself.

his type is Slytherin girls, HOWEVER he is secretly a fan of the chase before you settle with someone, so catch his eye by being stubborn and unlike the pushover girls who chase him.

Luna: Looks for someone who appreciates her in all her unique and funny glory. Someone who knows when to take her seriously and when to joke around. I think Luna would definitely look for someone who can make her laugh, and will listen to music with her.

i think her type is definitely outdoorsy people, since she loves magical creatures so much! She doesn’t shy away from confidence, but isn’t afraid to put you in your place! 

Ginny: I think Ginny would look for someone who she could spend time with doing a lot of fun things, so definitely someone adventurous! After growing up with six older brothers, she’s not into the overprotective jealous type. She would be into someone who perfectly balances her, and would be the more overprotective one in the relationship.

Her type is usually Gryffindor guys, but she really just needs someone who balances her out, and will do fun and adventurous things with her!

Neville: He has enough sensitivity for the both of you, but looks for someone who’s equally as caring and empathetic. Looks for someone who loves the outdoors as much as he does, and appreciates how much of a hopeless romantic he is. If you’re interested in Neville, you have to love listening to him gush about plants and his other interests.

His type isn’t party animals, it’s people who encourage him to be outgoing and bring him out of his shell, but also enjoy being quiet and alone together sometimes. Like Luna, he’s interested in people who will spend time outside with him and look at plants.

Harry: Harry’s interested in people who aren’t afraid to put him in his place sometimes, and can appreciate how sassy and sarcastic he is. He hates shallow people who only care about him for his fame. He secretly loves being in spotlight sometimes but he’ll never admit that. He loves dancing with you, even if he’s absolutely horrible at it. He needs someone who can put him at ease, and help him calm down after flashbacks and nightmares. 

His type is people who are slightly smoother than he is, because he’s clumsy and awkward and will run into walls because he’s staring at someone cute. i’m just imagining you catching his eye at a quidditch afterparty, then he doesn’t talk to anyone else for the rest of the night (much to the twins’ dismay).

Hermione: This isn’t how it s in the books, but I think Hermione would look for someone who matches her intellect. She would 100% send you sweet notes and love letters, and if you do impressive and difficult bits of magic to win her attention, she’s interested. If you charm her with wit and humor, you have her heart. She’d love to be with someone she could read with, and do complicated spells with.

Hermione’s type is people who match her intellect, and take their time winning her attention and affection. I feel like she would like someone who makes her feel like they’re always thinking of her, and does random unprompted sweet things.

Ron: Ron would be interested in someone who he can talk about quidditch with, and wants to go on fun food dates! He would love to spend time with you, and needs a lot of attention in a relationship, and can get clingy sometimes. If you can cook, you have his heart. He would need someone who keeps him from doing things that are too idiotic.

In my headcannon, Ron would go for quidditch players or people who are really good at cooking! (bingo bango hufflpuff quidditch players ;) ) He’s probably not picky as long as you pay a lot of attention to him, and indulge his interests!

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incorrect golden trio quotes

hermione: i know something, but it’s incredibly dangerous and we’d be breaking about FIFTY school rules.

harry and ron: 👁👄👁

ron: mmm toenails

harry: mmm slytherin common room

hermione:

harry: mmm draco’s ass

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Golden Trio Era Characters’ Love Languages

A/N: comment any other people you want me to do, and if you want me to do separate oneshots building on any of these! These are just Pyro (drunkpizzabox) and I’s best guesses!

@drunkpizzabox helped me out!

George: acts of service and words of affirmation

this man is adorable and sweet you can’t change my mind

Fred: physical touch and quality time 

same as me :D (i didn’t realize they were the same until after i chose, i’m not biased i swear!)

but yeah he’d be all over you

Draco: giving gifts and quality time

grew up rich, it makes sense

Luna: quality time and physical touch

not completely sure about this one, let me know what you think in comments

Ginny: words of affirmation and quality time

also not sure about this one

Neville: acts of service, quality time, and words of affirmation

he deserves the world 

Harry: receiving gifts and physical touch

both things he didn’t get as a kid 

Hermione: words of affirmation and physical touch

Hermione would definitely send you little notes and love letters

Ron: quality time

this man needs a lot of attention in a relationship after growing up with 6 siblings and being best friends with Harry and Hermione

that’s all for today folks! let me know what you think in comments! Did we get them right? I have a lot more headcannons, so be on the lookout!

have a magical day loves 💛

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Boggart [F.W.]

word count - 1.4k

Fred Weasley x Reader

A/N - please be nice lmao this is my first time writing an imagine. This story is based on what I imagine my own boggart would be.

TW - self h*rm (scratching), depression and anxiety, mention of a su*cide attempt, and monophobia (i think that’s what it’s called; fear of abandonment)

Background info - in this scenario, Newt Scamander was born in 1978, the same year as you and the twins, and Lupin wasn’t fired in your 5th year.

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In your sixth year, you take Defence Against the Dark Arts for a NEWT level with your friends George and Newt. There are Fewer students than in your OWL classes, so often times your classes are a mix of students from all four houses. 

Today in DADA Professor Lupin is reviewing Boggarts and has brought one from Snape’s potions stores for you and your classmates to practice on. The cabinet in the corner rattles and shakes while Professor Lupin talks about how he had to convince Professor Snape to let him take the boggart instead of just letting Snape deal with it. “remember class, if you happen to come across a Boggart outside of school, you should avoid dealing with it alone! Boggarts are best dealt with with other people.” Lupin reminds everyone of the counter curse Riddikulus and instructs everyone to think upon their happiest memory. Memories of the Christmas you spent with your boyfriend Fred and his family resurface in your mind and you smile. You can still smell the crackling fire and taste Mrs. Weasley’s hot chocolate.

You’re jolted back into the present by Lupin’s instructions “think of your greatest fear, and how to turn it into something Jovial!” Your face falls as your anxieties and fear surface from where you keep them buried. While you’re lost in thought Professor Lupin instructs everyone to form a line in front of the cabinet. You find yourself herded fourth in line, behind a gryffindor girl you don’t know, your house prefect Cedric Diggory, and George, with Newt behind you. You watch the gryffindor girl turn her boggart from a mummy into a pile of toilet paper, and the rest of the class laughs while you wrack your brain on how to turn your greatest fear into something laughable. Cedric approaches the boggart and it turns into a dark-haired ravenclaw girl crying and backing away from him. Before you can recognize this as fear of hurting those close to you, Cedrick has turned the boggart into his girlfriend laughing. George approaches the boggart next, and your anxiety heightens.

how do i make this funny?!

You’re wrenched from your thoughts as you watch George cast Riddikulus and the boggart shifts from his twin’s corpse into Fred energetically doing the chicken dance, and the whole class bursts out laughing. “I’ll be right back class!” Lupin says chuckling as he slips into the hallway to talk to Professor McGonagall. 

Your hands shake and you approach the boggart nervously. Fred stops doing the chicken dance and with a pop the boggart turns into your mother looking imperiously at you, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “you’ll never be good enough.” she says, her voice dripping with contempt. With another pop the boggart turns into your father, malice written all over his face. “why can’t you do anything right?” he chuckles, and again the boggart turns into someone else. Your older sister. Your mind goes numb, the counter-spell forgotten. You hear Draco Malfoy laugh as the boggart turns into Newt. “What’s wrong Y/L/N, cat got your tongue?” Draco and boggart Newt wear matching malicious smirks. The rest of class can only stand there, mesmerized.

pop

You choke out a sob as the boggart turns into Fred. Fred, who was always so good at comforting you and making you laugh, was now towering over you, his face uncharacteristically dripping with contempt. You fell to your knees at his words, unable to move. “I never loved you Y/N. I’m leaving.” an evil smirk still painted across boggart Fred’s face. You tore your eyes away from what was now your worst nightmare unfolding before you. You were gone before you could hear Newt shout Riddikulus!, bumping into Professor Lupin in the hallway, tears streaming down your cheeks. You ignored Professor McGonagall and Professor Lupin’s shouts, running to your favorite hiding spot in the castle, where you knew you could be alone.

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“Riddikulus!” Newt shouted, and the boggart now disguised as a writing desk quickly exploded. “Bloody Hell mate, d’you reckon you know where Y/N went?” George said, worry written across his face. “No, but i have a few ideas. I’m going to look for them, and if i can’t find them, i’ll meet you in the great hall.” Newt said, quickly becoming determined to find you before your thoughts could get the best of you. He shuddered, thinking of the night Professor Lupin carried you back to the hufflepuff common room, having found you unconscious at the top of astronomy tower, passed out before you could jump. Newt shook his head and cleared his thoughts, right now he just needed to focus on finding you. He nodded and waved to George as the two boys set off in different directions.

After searching the entire third and fourth floors, Newt trudged down to the great hall, exhausted, discouraged, and really worried. He glanced at the hufflepuff table, laden with food for lunch, then sat down at the gryffindor table, across from Fred and George. “any luck?” Newt asked, glancing at George and picking up a bowl of soup. Fred grimaced at your choice of soup and George shook his head solemnly. “what were you guys doing Georgie?” Fred looked to his twin, curious. Newt nearly choked on his soup. “You didn’t tell him what happened?!?” an oh shit look quickly spread across George’s face while Newt’s spelled shock. He quickly explained to Fred what had happened in Defence against the Dark Arts while George guiltily pushed his food around his plate. As Newt explained what had happened, Fred’s face changed from worry to anger. “Are you both daft?? Why in the bloody hell would you leave her alone?! You should’ve come and found me, I know where she’ll be!”

Fred jumped up out of his seat, shooting a pissed look at a confused Newt and George. He raced up the moving staircases, and climbed a winding staircase up to a tower overlooking the giant squid playing in the lake. Fred’s face softened with worry as he found you curled up there, dozed off, tears staining your red cheeks, your wrists an angry red from being scratched. He knelt in front of you and lifted your chin with his thumb and pointer finger, gently waking you. You look up, confused and dazed as he wipes away your tears. “it’s okay love, i’m here.” he whispers with a sad smile. Your eyes fall, unable to meet his gaze. “it was you. in Professor Lupin’s room. You said you never loved me, and that you were leaving.” Your whole body shakes as sobs wrack your body. “that wasn’t me darling, that was a boggart. I would never say those things.” Fred says softly, catching your hand before you can start scratching again, he gently traces circles on your palm, grounding you. The small tower room is silent for a moment as tears stream down your cheeks. Then you find yourself pushing Fred away, unable to stop your hands. “I don’t deserve this.” you whisper “you should be with someone who’s not... broken.” you choke on another sob.

Fred stands up and picks you up easily, then sits down and gently places you in his lap. His hands circle your waist, and you face him. “listen to me darling, I know you can’t believe me, but i love you with all of my heart. And to me you’re perfect, not broken in the slightest.” He lifts your head up again and forces you to look at him. “I want to be with you.” he whispers and kisses your forehead. You fall forward, burying yourself in his chest, and he rubs your back whispering sweet nothings.

When you’re finally up to it, Fred takes you by the hand and leads you back down to the great hall, where all your friends, George, Newt, Ginny, and Luna earnestly await your return. You eat a grilled cheese sandwich and smile while Newt cheers you up sending his niffler to steal Draco Malfoy’s expensive watch, the hufflepuff egged on by the twins. Fred’s thumb rubs circles on the back of your hand and he whispers “you’re good enough darling.” just for you to hear.

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A/N: thanks a bunch for reading, especially if you made it this far! If you want me to do an imagine/scenario about your boggart, send it to me and i’ll definitely get to you, since this is my first post!

thanks loves, have a magical day! 💛