When I first started out doing pixel art I couldn’t find a good tutorial on how to make trees. So now that I’m a bit better, I’ve decided to make my own!
For this tutorial, you’ll need some sort of digital art program. You probably shouldn’t be looking at digital art tutorials if you don’t have a digital art program. I use Pro Motion, but I’m pretty sure that Gimp and Photoshop work too.
For space-saving reasons, I’ll put the rest beneath the read more
Request: Reader never being able to conjure a patronous until Fred is in danger and she thinks of the time he drunkenly confessed to being in love with her (which she never brought up because she thinks he didn’t mean it) but after she saves him he kisses her and fluff ?
Idk why my Fred Imagines turn out so long every time lol. Kinda went wild with this request, sorry I strayed from the plot a whole lot. I have a tendency to do that. Hope you enjoy!
To preface: this takes place the beginning Deathly Hallows, then the memories are in Order of The Phoenix.
“C'mon we’re going on brooms!” you shouted to Fred as the group made their way out of Privit Drive.
“Now…” started Remus, talking like you’re a toddler. “You have to make sure you two get to your portkey in time.”
You rolled your eyes, grabbing your Cleansweep.
“I’ll think about it, Lupin.” You said back with a grin.
You looked over your shoulder at the Harry who was wearing Fred’s clothes.
“We have to head out”
He was smirking as he usually did at you that usually gave you butterflies, but seeing him as Harry made your skin crawl.
“See you all soon” you shouted. Everyone waved or said simple goodbyes, not wanting them to linger.
“Whaddya think of my new look, (Y/N)?” Fred asked, winking.
You made a small vomit noise, making him laugh. You both lifted off, flying low to avoid attention.
“You nervous?” You asked more seriously after a few silent minutes.
“Not with a badass Auror by my side.”
You chuckled “Barely”
“Well, you’re stronger than me, I run a joke shop!” He said with an encouraging laugh.
When the laughter died down, the silence made your heart race. Maybe it was the deatheathers that were surely near or the closeness of the Harry next to you. No, you thought to yourself. He doesn’t fell the same.
“How does it feel to be Harry?” You asked, breaking the uneasy quiet.
“Not much different, really. Just less devilishly handsome.” He said with a smirk.
“I wouldn’t say that” you said, shoving his shoulder slightly. Did your eyes deceive you or did you see his grin falter?
He let out a chuckled that was supposed to be friendly but sounded sort of cold.
“Hey, now’s your only chance to kiss the chosen one if you’d like”
Your heart stopped at this and you felt your face heating. He joking, you thought, he’s Fred, of course he’s joking.
Suddenly a green flash flew by your face, you ducked with a shriek. Fred looked at you with wide eyes.
“It’s okay, we’ll lose them through the forest” you whispered the plan, looking over your shoulder and seeing two huge death eaters on brooms.
Fred just nodded, pulling out his wand. You both dipped into the forest, weaving through trees, death eaters close behind you.
“I know where we are, there’s a hidden cave coming up on your left, it looks like a rock but it’s like the platform.” Fred whispered, breathlessly.
Understanding his plan you took a sharp left after him. The death eaters headed straight pass you, your heart felt like it would explode as you hurdled into the seemly solid rock.
You stumbled off of your broom into a dark cave.
“You okay?” Fred asked, gathering himself.
“I’ve been better” you answered, trying to catch your breath.
Your breathing stopped as you heard two gruff voices outside the cave. You and Fred froze, eyes locked on each other.
You pulled out your wand and whispered a number of protection spells, causing the seemingly solid rock to become solid, the voices died away.
“We should be okay” you whispered “How do you know about this cave?”
“Sirius used it, dad told me. I wasn’t positive this was it, but I’m thankful it is”
You scoffed, dumbfounded
“You weren’t sure that this was the cave!?” you yelled.
“Well, not exactly-” he started
“So you could have just sent us hurdling into a solid rock and killed us both?!”
“We would have died anyway”
You felt like crying and laughing at the same time.
“A risky game, you playing with my life, Weasley” you said with a sigh.
Fred looked at his watch and jumped.
“Shit! We missed the portkey.” He groaned “Mum is gonna be worried sick”
“Oh Merlin, Remus is going to kill me” you said with a whine
“When I think about it, we’re not too far, we can probably get to the Burrow within 2-3 hour or so without anymore bloody death eaters” Fred grumbled the last bit.
Silence fell for a moment, all you heard was breathing and your pounding heart. “Alright, we’d better go” you said with a burst of confidence, grabbing your broom and handing him his.
You disarmed the protection spells and pushed through the rock. The light of the moon casted a silvery glow around the forest, you looked over at Fred and saw, well Fred.
“You changed back” you commented.
“Oh!” Fred exclaimed, looking down at himself.
“I didn’t even notice”
You flew in the direction Fred gestured.
“I guess your only chance to kiss the chosen one passed.” he said with a mock frown.
“What a shame” you said rolling your eyes.
The way he smiled at you made you shiver, his eyes shone through the darkness, reflecting the light of the crescent moon.
As you flew through the forest you couldn’t help but think if he like you. You two had gone to Hogwarts together but you finished out your seventh year and became an Auror.
You scraped by, barely passing. You couldn’t even conjure a patronus. But, you were an Auror nonetheless.
Anyways, In Hogwarts you two were very close. So close in fact, everyone believed you two to be together but, you weren’t. Except for one night. But, you didn’t really like to think about that.
After Fred and George left to open Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes you grew apart, like many friends do. This left a sort of hole in your heart that pained you deeply every time you saw him. But he doesn’t know, and he certainly doesn’t feel the same.
“Do you feel that?” You heard Fred ask, breaking you from your thoughts. “Do you?” He asked again.
“Yes” you replied, breathlessly.
“I think it’s a dementor” he said frightened.
You snapped out of your daze.
“What?!” you shout whispered.
“Behind us! (Y/N), hurry!” He shouted as you two zipped through the trees, you felt bursts of freezing air on the back of your neck.
Suddenly, you felt the body that was so close to you, vanish. You looked down to see Fred on his back, his soul being sucked out by a huge, terrifying dementor.
You jumped off your broom and whipped out your wand. You hand was shaking furiously. ‘Think, just think’ you flashed
back to what Harry said in DA and your Auror training.
'Happy thought, happy thought, any happy thought’
Your mind was crowded by fear, Fred looked dead under the dementor. You had to save him, time was running out. Suddenly, a memory played in your mind’s eye.
—in the memory—-
It was after a huge quiddich match between Slytherin and Gryffindor and of course Gryffindor won.
There was a raging party but you, not being much of a drinker, hung out in the corner with a few friends. After everyone had cleared out, either passed out, sleeping, or shagging. There was only one person left on the couch, a very inebriated Fred Weasley.
You walked over to him, chuckling.
“Looks like you had a fun night” you said, gesturing to his state.
He looked up and you and smiled “I-I love seeing your face” he slurred.
You blushed madly.
“Let’s get you up to bed” you said grabbing his arm and pulling him up.
You gave a sour face when the alcohol smell hit your nose.
“Can’t I sleep in your bed? I’m a danger to myself and others.” Fred asked, giving you puppy eyes and pulling you toward the girls dorm.
“You can’t go in the girls dorm, remember?” you said, shaking your head.
He laughed “I can disarm that in my sleep”
He stumbled as he pulled you to the door and muttered a few spells.
“C'monnnn” he slurred, practically dragging you up the stairs. He stopped at your door and went to turn the knob.
“Wait!” you hissed, pulling his arm away.
“Let me check first” you peeked in the doorway and found all your roommates gone, probably in the boy’s dorm.
You walked in and Fred trailed after you.
“Wait. How did you know which door was mine?”
Fred wiggled his eyebrows “I know everything, love”
This made you scoff, you turned much more serious when you realized Fred had started to strip.
“Woah, woah, woah, what are you doing!?” you shrieked, trying to look away but you couldn’t pull your eyes from his toned chest that was splattered in freckles.
When Fred was left just in his boxers he noticed your stare. He broke out in a smile.
“Like what you see?”
He attempted to saunter over to you but stumbled. You chuckled.
“How about we get you to bed?” You asked guiding him over to your red four poster, pulling the comforter back and letting him settle in.
He grinned lazily at you, “Thanks, Mum” and like a five year old snuggled into the covers.
You looked around and figured you’d just take Angelina’s bed, 'must be with George’ you thought making you feel a twinge jealously.
You sat on her bed and started taking off your shoes when Fred sat up, looking confused at you.
“Oi, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting ready for bed” you stated.
“Listen, I know it’s kind of awkward because I just, um… called you Mum and all, but I was thinking more like, us sharing a bed.”
Your brows scrunched, you felt your heart pound furiously in your chest.
“Unless you don’t want to” he added.
You gathered all your courage. Hell, you’re a Gryffindor for Godric sake you have the balls to sleep in the same bed as your crush. Crush? You never really though of him as a crush until now, but the feeling in your heart make you want to run over there, grab his face, and kiss him.
But of course, that’s crazy, you just stood, walked over and slipped under the covers next to him.
You turned to face Fred and could practically see the haze of alcohol in his eyes.
He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to his chest.
“Is this okay?” He murmured, face inches from yours.
Merlin, even drunk off his ass he’s considerate.
“Yeah” you breathed. Your heart was in your throat, you tried to slow your breathing.
“Good” he whispered, slowly shutting his eyes.
You couldn’t help but feel disappointed, the romantic in you expected a bit more to happen, not a lot more, just a bit.
You sighed slightly and let your eyes close. The heat radiating off him was inhumane, you’d never felt more safe than right then, in his arms.
You heard softly, your eyes were too heavy to open now.
“I love you”
Your breathing stopped, you felt a burst of energy as you flicked open your eyes to find his staring right back at you.
“I love you, too”
The words just fell from your lips before you could think. Fred’s face split into a grin, biting his lip.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling you flush to each other. Fred looked in your eyes for a moment and before you could say anything else, kissed you so softly and sweetly you could have melted.
—back to present—-
You shook your head back to the scene in front of you, you were so lost in your thoughts you hadn’t seen the ( your patronus) silvery, and beautiful burst from your wand and chase the dementor into the forest.
You ran over to Fred and dropped to your knees.
“Fred, are you okay?!” You asked frantically, holding his face.
“(Y/N)” was all he choked out before he slumped.
The sight of him pale and limp made you hyperventilate. You let out a strangled gasp as you searched your mind for a healing spell. Your mind was too fogged with worry so you brought your flat hand back and slapped his across the face.
“AGH!” Fred woke with a start, holding his cheek. “Bloody hell, Women!”
“You’re okay” was all you could say, that’s was you were thankful for.
“You conjured a patronus?” He asked eagerly. You smiled finally and nodded.
“Wow, that’s bloody wicked. What was it?” He asked.
“My patronus? It was a ( your patronus)”
Fred’s eyes brightened quickly then tried to mask it with a confused look.
“What?” you asked
“It’s just, that’s um… my patronus too”
“We have the same…” you started, Fred just nodded.
“Let’s get to the Burrow” you said bluntly, standing.
Fred was silent for a moment then scrambled up.
“Yeah, let’s get home”
The rest of the trip was quiet and awkward. Fred kept sending bewildered glances at you that you just tried to ignore. But, eventually you got to the Burrow. The welcome was desperate and thankful. Remus was so happy to see you alive he didn’t even get mad about missing the portkey. All the happiness died away when you saw George and news of Moody’s fate arrived. You decided to get Fred out of your mind, this war was a lot more important than your love life.
—A couple weeks later—
One Sunday morning Fred finally caught you alone in the kitchen, which he’s been trying desperately to do for the past 2 weeks.
“(Y/N)” he sighed simply as you tried to push past him.
“Be quick Fred, I have things to do”
“We can’t not talk about the patronus thing”
“What is there to talk about!? So, we have the same one. There’s only so many animals out there, a few people are bound to have the same patronus. Are we done!?”
You felt you face get heated, you didn’t want to talk about this.
“That’s not the way it works and you know that!” Fred shouted, when he realized his harshness, his face softened.
“Did I do something to you? If I did I’m sorry, I-I-”
“You didn’t do anything, Fred. That’s kind it”
“I didn’t do anything?” He asked, looking completely baffled at you.
You thought back to the memory that conjured your patronus, and the morning after.
That morning after that you tried relentlessly to knock out of your head.
Why couldn’t it just stop there? With 'I love yous’ and kisses? That’s not the way life really works.
You woke up and stretched out your arms, reaching for the face you couldn’t wait to see, but met only empty sheets.
You sat up, looking around confused.
“Morning, (Y/N)!” pipped a merry Angelina.
“I cannot wait to tell you about last night” she looked practically giddy.
“I can’t wait to hear” you respond, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. The look of disappointment on your face was obvious.
“Are you okay?” Angelina asked, suddenly concerned.
“Yeah, oh yeah. Just had a weird dream.”
“Oh, okay well. George of course was a perfect gentleman and after the party..”
her voice drifted off as you began to think. It really didn’t seem like a dream, it couldn’t have been.
You looked around on the floor for some piece of evidence causing Angelina to stop her story and looked confused at you.
Suddenly, you saw it. You grabbed Fred’s beater jersey and gripped it in your fist, happy for a moment when you confirmed your dream was real.
The happiness faded quickly and a deep sinking feeling came as your realize what this meant.
He left, and in such a hurry that he forgot his jersey. He didn’t love you, he didn’t care about you. He was drunk.
“(Y/N)? Is that Fred’s?” Angelina asked, when she didn’t get an answer she continued “Ooo, looks like I wasn’t the only one who had fun last nigh, huh?”
You felt tears slip down your cheeks, you gripped the jersey to your chest and turned to your friend who immediately knew that something was wrong.
She looked pitifully at you as you began to cry harder. She reached her arms out and pulled you into a silent hug. You pulled away, kicking yourself for letting this upset you so much. He was drunk, for Merlin sake he was probably just trying to shag but passed out before he could go farther. You feel on your bed and sobbed into your pillow. He made you realize your love for him, and when you thought for a moment he loved you too, it was ripped away.
—back to the present—
“(Y/N)!” Fred shouted, holding onto your shoulders, trying to look into your eyes, that you didn’t realize tears had slipped out of.
“Fred!” you shouted right back.
You knew he must not remember, when you went to breakfast that morning he chatted with you like normal, like nothing happened, like he never loved you.
“I-I love you” he stammered.
“No, you don’t” you said shaking your head, trying to push him away.
“Yes, I do”
“No, you’re drunk, Fred, you’re drunk” the phrase you repeated to yourself every time you thought he might love you fell from your lips.
“(Y/N), I am stone cold sober and I love you”
“I-I don’t believe you” you whispered, lips trembling.
“Why? He whispered back, dropping his grip on your shoulders.
"There was this night” you stated, “yeah?” he asked, gesturing for you to continue.
“And, well.. some things happened that you don’t remember and…”
“Well, you-you broke my heart, Fred.”
Your voice broke and you looked at him through tear filled eyes. You’d never seen Fred look this way, like a knife had gone through his chest. He pulled you to him and hugged you tightly.
“I’m so sorry, please forgive me. It hurts me so much, I love you” You took a deep breath. You couldn’t help it.
“I love you too.” you whispered.
You felt his heart pump faster as he took in your words. He pulled away, you still in his arms.
“Really?” He asked, desperately.
“Really, a lot. Maybe too mu-mmh”
You were cut off by his lips on yours in a passionate kiss.
Suddenly, all your pain from that memory washed away, that feeling of having love dangle in front of your face then it ripped from your fingers.
His lips felt like heaven, the soft peck you got on the night was nothing compared to the feeling of this kiss.
“Eh-hem” you heard loudly.
Fred reluctantly pulled his lips from yours and snapped his head around, obviously angry at being disturbed.
You looked over his shoulder to see George, all bandaged but grinning widely.
“I am wholly gratified at this sight” he said proudly emphasizing 'wholly.’
Fred chuckled coldly before walking over and sharply whispering “You better go back up those stairs before I rip your other ear off”
“Oh, yikes. Sorry 'bout that” he looked past Fred and nodded at you.
Looking at Fred he backed up the stairs.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t contrHOLE myself”
Fred rolled his eyes, pushing him up the stairs.
“That barely even works, get the bloody hell out of here!”
George left with a wink. You couldn’t control your laughter.
“He’s not even funny” said Fred with a smile as he walked back to you.
“I’m funny” he said confidently, resting his hands on your hips.
“Funny looking” you replied, raising your eyebrows.
Fred groaned “Not you too”
You giggled, “I have some more of you’d like”
“Oh, Merlin no” Fred said quickly before he covered your mouth with his.
You brought your hands to his face and he wrapped his arms tighter around you. The kiss you two shared that night, you felt as if you could melt, but this time you felt like you could fly. For miles and miles, forever with Fred.
The Marauders & Lily: James, Sirius and Remus trying to save Lily from Bellatrix. For anon.
James sat inside Headquarters worriedly chewing on the inside of his cheek. The Dearborns were being targeted, so the Order had agreed to help protect them by sending at least three of its members to guard the house night and day. Lily was on duty tonight.
He knew Lily could handle herself on missions, but that didn’t stop him from worrying about her. Plus she was with Marlene and Dorcas, they would take care of her.
“Mate, she’ll be fine,” Sirius reassured him. “Lily can handle herself.”
James sighed. “I know. I still worry about her though.”
Remus rushing into the room, cut Sirius’ sentence. He looked disheveled and his eyes told James that something was wrong.
“It’s the Dearborns,” Remus panted. “Some Death Eaters showed up. They’re going to need back up.”
James was on his feet instantly, making his way toward the door.
“Wait for us,” Sirius called getting up to follow him.
They Apparated to the Dearborns’ house. When they got there, the house lay in rubble with no one in sight and the Dark Mark hovering in the sky. The three hurried toward the building, or what was left of it. As they got closer, they slowed their pace, in case there were still some Death Eaters around.
“Don’t move,” a voice called out.
They stopped in their tracks before turning to face Marlene McKinnon. She was pointing her wand at them, but once she saw who it was dropped it a bit. She didn’t look to bad, but her lip was bleeding and her left arm hung at an old angle.
“What are you lot doing here?” she asked.
“Remus told us about the attack,” James answered. “Where’s Lily?”
“I don’t know,” Marlene told him. “They attacked and we had to split up. Dorcas went to get the Dearborns out. I don’t know where Lily is.”
“Right then,” James muttered. “We’ll find her; you go and make sure Dorcas and all the Dearborns are out.”
Marlene nodded before running toward the house.
“Where do you think she is?” Remus asked.
“I don’t know,” James replied. “We’ll search around the house first then, hopefully she’ll be somewhere close.”
Remus nodded and they started around the house, looking for any sign of the redhead or something that might lead to her. They were almost done searching the perimeter when a scream ripped through the night. James turned and ran toward the sound, with Remus and Sirius on his tail.
When he rounded the corner of the house, he saw Lily writhing on the ground, screams erupting from her, while Bellatrix Lestrange laughed. There were two other masked Death Eaters there as well.
James waved his wand causing Bellatrix to fall into a nearby tree. Quickly the Death Eaters started to attack them. They were instantly disarmed by Remus and Sirius and stunned.
James rushed over to Lily and pulled her into his arms.
“Lily?” James whispered.
“James,” Lily muttered not opening her eyes.
“Is she alright?” Remus asked crouching down next to James.
I knooooooow this don’t look much like a character/clothes reference sheet at all but I just had this picture in my head in like forever aaaaand I needed to draw this finally. ;v; Next Waldgeist drawing will be a reference sheet - promised. ;v;