Pairing: Fred x Reader
A/N: The request ends is basically a spoiler to how the Imagine will end, fair warning!
Request: Can you do an imagine where, after the reader finds out Fred dies, has her moment to deal with it she goes on this rampage with George and once everything is over they return to his body and he is alive? It’s all super fluffy.
Squicks: Fred dies… Or does he?!
I got a little bit sad while writing this I will admit, I refuse to accept Fred’s death in my Imagines!
The deafening sounds of loud booms, screams and crashes are the only things you can hear in the castle. You were sprinting through the halls trying to find someone to team up with, since you didn’t want to be alone against Voldemort’s Death Eaters. What would be preferable would be being with Fred and George, your two closest friends, but they were nowhere to be found. You got separated when a giant pillar came crashing down, narrowly missing you and the twins. Since then you hadn’t seen them at all, and were beginning to get more and more fearful without them.
You ran around the huge castle that was slowly crumbling down around you, being sure to step in and help any student who was battling it out with a Death Eater.
“Sectumsempra!” you shouted as red sparks shot out of your wand, hitting the Augustus Rockwood, a Death Eater fighting a young Ravenclaw boy, and causing him to fall to the ground with a disturbing amount of blood appearing.
The boy thanked you repeatedly before you set off again in search of Fred and George — or anyone, really.
You ran around the corner, looking around frantically when a bright blue light grabbed your attention,
You look ahead to see Fred being thrown back across the room, when George begins to scream.
You can’t take your eyes away from Fred’s boy lying on the ground, motionless. It was as if all the deafening noises that were happening all around you were now all muffled and virtually silent. All of your attention, focus and worry was on Fred.
You felt helpless, standing there frozen; until another bright blue spark flashed.
Your head quickly snaps over to where George was now, also lying on the ground, however he was getting up, meaning he dodged the Expulso blast.
You were suddenly filled with anger and bloodlust, as you charged down the hallway, your wand held in front of you.
“Confringo!” you shout, as the orange flash beamed from your wand. There was a loud explosion, causing more rubble to fall from the ceiling, but more importantly, the Death Eater was no more.
“Y/n…” George said quietly, covered in cuts and dried blood.
You look at him, but without saying a word, the two of you immediately sprint towards where Fred was still lying.
“No…” you hear George’s voice crack, as he falls to his knees beside his brother, breaking down into a fit of tears.
Obviously, you were heartbroken. Fred was lying motionless and covered in blood, with no signs of life whatsoever. You couldn’t show how you were feeling, because this was George’s twin brother, you didn’t have the same connection as he did. Fred was your best friend… Maybe even more to you.
You placed a hand on George’s back as he sobbed loudly, while you remained silent letting the tears roll down your cheeks, the severity of the situation slowly becoming more real to you.
“Y/N, GEORGE, MOVE!” Mr. Weasley shouted as more sparks of brightly coloured light flashed all around you. Four or five Death Eaters had found you, and if it hadn’t been for Mr. Weasley, you’d be suffering the same fate as Fred.
You and George jump up immediately, brandishing your wands in front of you, shouting any curse that would come to mind, your vision blurred from the constant flow of tears streaming down your face.
The three of you successfully knocked out the Death Eaters in front of you, with no serious injuries to any of you.
“Y/N!” George shouted, and as you turned around, Bellatrix Lestrage was standing no more than ten meters away, a curse already flying towards you in a matter of brightly lit sparks.
“Protego!” Fred shouted, leaping in front of you just in time to block the curse.
Mrs. Weasley quickly cast the Avada Kedavra curse at Bellatrix before any more spells could come from her want, resulting in her falling straight to the ground, eyes wide and empty of life.
“FRED!” you scream with a sense of overwhelming delight, as he falls onto you. George runs over too and engulfs his brother in an impossibly tight hug, before Mr. Weasley demands that everyone give him room, however Fred held onto your hand.
“Oh my god, you’re alright,” you say breathlessly as you sit on the ground with Fred, his face smiling slightly through the pain.
After about an hour of everyone crying with relief and assessing the damage done to Fred (nothing more serious than a broken leg and deep cuts), you and George were free to hug the hell out of him.
After Fred let the two of you fuss over him and continuously thank Merlin that he wasn’t dead, he finally spoke to you,
“Y/n…” Fred says with great difficulty, the shock of the blast still having winded him, “I don’t… want to lose.. you… again” he wheezes, taking hold of your hand again.
“We thought you were dead for the past half hour and the first thing you do is tell Y/n you fancy her, honestly I—“
“Shut up George!” you interrupt loudly swatting in his direction, “let him profess his undying love for me!”
Fred laughs, and then immediately regrets it when the pain shoots through his body, causing a series of groans and swear words.
“Look what you’ve done George…” you say quietly, giving George a teasing smile.
“Y/n I do… Love you…” Fred says quietly.
“You look down at him, your brow slightly furrowed, “you what?”
Fred tries to repeat himself, but he ends up coughing violently instead, followed by more swearing and coughing,
“Don’t make me repeat it,” he says almost inaudibly fast, “Just accept… it… and maybe.. kiss me… it’s up… to you…”
For the second time, you were practically frozen, not knowing how to react.
“This is exactly what you wanted, just kiss him for God’s sake we all know you want—“
“yES thank you George,” you say loudly with a smile of mock-annoyance,
“Fine, I’ll.. do it… Christ…” Fred says as he slowly lifts himself onto one shoulder, his other hand shakily rests on the back of your head as he pulls you down towards him, and kisses you.
“Oh, yep, I’m going to.. I’m going to go over here now,” George mumbles as he goes over to stand with his Mum and Dad.
You two finally pull away, a smile on both of your faces,
“I don’t want to lose you again either, Freddie,” you say, tears rolling down your face from what has been quite possibly the most intense amount of emotions anyone could ever have in the space of no more than two hours.
A/N: aw :) also, I’m really overwhelmed by the amount of notes some of my Imagines have gotten of late, my first ever Imagine from back in 2015 received OVER A THOUSAND NOTES?!?!?!? I am in utter shock honestly, thank you all so very much!