Pairing: Fred x Reader, Harry Potter x Sister!Reader
Warnings: protective Harry
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The time had come, Harry had to leave to find the remaining horcruxes. “You can’t just leave me behind!” You yell, venom in every word.
“Yes I can! I am your older brother!”
“By 12 minutes!”
“That’s not the point, the point is you can get killed, I can’t let that happen,’
“Oh! And you’re going to let your friends die?”
“They are choosing to come with!”
“Just as I am!”
“I can’t lose you, Y/N.”
“I can’t believe you would chose your support from FRIENDS instead of your own fucking family. You’re forgetting that you’re one of the people from our family left, Sirius is dead, our parents obviously died a long time ago, and the only person I have left is you! I know, I probably won’t survive, but I want my last moments to be laughing, helping, and destroying horcruxes with my brother. Not sitting here, waiting to hear that something happened to you, Ron, or Hermione.” You paused, “I didn’t mean anything against you, Ron or Hermione, you guys know I love you too? Right? And Ron, your family, as I consider anyway, is my family too, it’s just different with Harry, you understand, right?”
You let out a heavy sigh, and when Harry was about to say something, you stormed off, obviously annoyed by Harry. When you stormed up the stairs, you saw Fred Weasley, talking to his brother George. With so much time spent at the burrow, you could now tell the difference between the two, Fred would always smile more, he had green flecks in his eyes, while George’s were more blue. You had developed something for Fred as your years progressed at Hogwarts. You couldn’t put your finger on what made him so handsome on the night of the Yule ball, or what made him so hot when he went flying out of Hogwarts in his broom, getting chased by Umbridge.
He smiled when you went by, and you immediately forgot what you were mad about and smiled back. Going up the rest of the stairs, reminiscing in what happened, making you more upset, you finally reached Ginny, Hermione, and your room. Ginny could tell something happened just by the red face you had. “I heard some yelling, what happened.”
You let out a frustrated sigh, “Harry and I got in another argument.”
“Another? When do you two ever stop bickering?” She sniggered.
“No, he won’t let me go with him to find and destroy the rest of the Horcruxes. And I can’t even believe that he is choosing Ron and Hermione over me! Okay, I know they’re his best friends but, c’mon! I am his freaking sister! I deserve to go with him!”
Y/N, we both know that he just wants to protect you. No matter over any excuse you find, deep down, you know I’m telling the truth.”
“I know, it’s just, what if he dies? What if he actually leaves me?” tears trickle down your face. You can’t bear the thought if your brother would ever leave you.
“Do you think you’ll make his life better if you leave him,
“It’s better than him leaving me!”
“Don’t be selfish
Y/N, think about your brother and how he would feel if he left?”
“I know Ginny, it’s just, I don’t think I could live if he was gone.”
Ginny came over and hugged you, letting you sob on her shirt. You don’t know how much time passed, but it felt like a while, “Your eyes look normal again, I think you can live to go downstairs,” she smiled.
“Thanks Ginny, you don’t know how much this means to me. I really needed this,”
On your way down the stairs, you see Fred, sitting outside the door to his room, like he was waiting there for you. When you see him, you smile, “Hey Fred, fancy seeing you here,” You cringe, why do I have to be so cringey,
He smiled, the glint in his eye, “Hey,
Y/N, I live here,” he laughs and you feel your cheeks. Unlike Harry, you were the awkward one, the one that never made any friends except for his, which was very sad on your part. The only other “friends” you had were Ginny and Katie Bell.
“Yeah, I know, I’m just very awkward.” you admitted.
“Yes, I know you’re awkward, this is one of the many reasons I love you
Y/N.” He smiled.
Your eyes opened in shock, while his stayed on you, smiling very big, knowing the effect he had on . you. Just a few moments of staring, and Harry came up the stairs, you stopped him, “Harry, I’m so sorry, I just love you so much and I don’t want you to leave me.”
Harry smiled,”I know
Y/N, I love you too. Now let me see Ginny please,”
You smiled to yourself, Ginny and Harry had been dating and you loved it. Turning back to Fred, “You’re just playing with me, right?” You asked ready for the rejection.
Y/N, I am deadly serious.” When he leaned in, you didn’t know what to do. You went with your gut and leaned in too. It was just as you imagined, your hands flew up to his fiery hair, the hair you so eagerly wanted to touch, and his hands were on your waist, bringing you closer. His tongue eagerly slid across you lip, asking for entrance. You let him in, fighting for dominance, of course he won. Just when his hand slid up your shirt, Harry came out. “WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY SISTER!?” Harry yelled, making you jump.
“Now just calm dow-”
“YOU REALLY THINK I’M GOING TO CALM DOWN, GEORGE or is it Fred? I don’t know, BUT YOU BETTER GET OFF MY SISTER BY THE COUNT OF 3!”
“Harry stop it!” you yell tears threatening to come down. “You’ve been too protective today and you need to know when to stop!”
You looked at Harry, noticing how swollen his lips were and how disheveled his hair was, when you looked at Ginny, you saw the same. Suddenly, you burst out laughing. “Oh my god! Y-y-y-ou’ve been snogging Ginny!”
Harry went as read as a tomato. “You know mate,” Fred said smirking, “you being oh so very protective of
Y/N can make me oh so protective of Ginny.”
Harry asked in the most serious tone, “Do you love her?”
Fred stopped smirking, “Yes, with all my heart.”
Harry cringed, not liking someone else besides family love her, “Y/N, do you love him?”
You smiled, “Of course.”
“Then f-fine, you guys can date.” Harry walked off dragging Ginny right behind him.
“At least you have me when Harry is gone,” he winked at you, “and maybe we can try out a few things.”
The Stydia kiss, Bellarke style, set in some undetermined time when Clarke has returned to camp and she and Bellamy are on fine terms, except, as she finds out, she wasn’t the only one fighting demons in her absence.
Down here, Clarke would’ve thought she’d be the one hyperventilating, but instead she watched helplessly as Bellamy gasped for breath.
They were back under the Mountain, having darted into the tunnels as a last resort for escaping their Ice Nation pursuers. Everything had been fine–that being a relative term, because she had felt her stomach roll at the first bin they had passed, picturing decaying bodies–as they raced through the dark, dank passageways, just glad to be alive. An arrow had barely missed her shoulder earlier in their escape, only diverted by Bellamy grabbing her hand and jerking her out of the way. He had saved her life, and now she was watching him run out of air, too paralyzed with shock and fear to move.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” She pleaded, finally dropping to her knees.
Bellamy just made more horrible sucking sounds, his lungs desperate.
“Bellamy!” She cried, hands gripping his arms, his shoulder, his face. “Bellamy! Look at me!”
“Don’t let them,” he gasped, “take me.”
“We lost them, we lost them,” she repeated. “We’re safe, for now.”
“Don’t let them,” he gulped, “drain me.”
Ice, fear, and guilt shot through Clarke’s veins, as she realized he was talking about another enemy altogether, one from their past, one who had been done away with simply by pulling a lever.
At least their flesh and blood had been done away with. Ghosts and the lingering terror they carried with them couldn’t defeated as easily, though. She knew that better than anyone.
“Breathe, Bellamy. Please, breathe, for me. Breathe!” She cried out.
He couldn’t though–memories, terrible ones, ones she had no idea he had harbored all this time, had his chest and throat in their iron grip. Her words weren’t enough. Her hands weren’t enough.
He needs air. He needs a moment to breathe, her mother’s calm voice echoed in her ear.
How do I give him that? She almost called despairingly back, tears filling her eyes as she watched Bellamy spiral into a panic, drifting further and further away from her.
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