#fred weasley fanfction
Welcome to another Fred blurb! This takes place post war. Hope you enjoy!
Word count: 1,605
Truthfully, you had always been rather content with your life. During your schooling, you weren’t unpopular, but you weren’t popular. People gravitated towards you, but you never became attached to anyone. You weren’t ever the one to seek other out, but you were there for when others needed you. In fact, if no one had sought you out, you would have spent your school years alone, and you were content with that.
When you graduated, you started working at a muggle flower shop in London, where you rather sneakily used magic to make your flowers the most beautiful in the area. When the war came around two years later, you didn’t hesitate a moment to fight at your old school. The battle was hectic and you met many new faces and a few familiar, including your partner during the first half of the battle, Fred Weasley. He had gotten separated from his brother, and you arrived alone, so there was an unspoken agreement to stick together.
Fred and you worked well together, even in school. He was your partner on occasion during Potions class, and you quite enjoyed his jokes and company. Throughout the battle, you and Fred saved each other on multiple occasions, both of you barely avoiding the cold grasp of death. During it all, a small bit of rubble had hit you as well, leaving a rather ugly cut across the side of your face. Fred broke his leg when wall collapsed and you blasted as much away from him as you could. During the calm period, you helped Fred to the Great Hall, where his family took care of him, and you left to finish the battle. That was the last you saw of Fred.
After the war ended, you returned to your quiet life, coming to work each morning with a small scar you wore on your face with pride. Day in and day out, you worked and went back to your flat, to your books and to your cat, which had become your best and one of your few friends.
One particular Monday, on your day off, you decided to go to your old stomping grounds. You hadn’t been in Diagon Alley in years. In fact, you hadn’t been in touch with any sort of magical shop in almost two years, since the battle and since the war drew to an end.
You entered through the Leaky Cauldron, dipping your head to the patrons you faintly recognized. As you entered Diagon Alley, a nostalgic feeling washed over you. Last time you had been there, most of the shops were closed and it was rather drab and dreary, but now it was like when you were a kid. Bright, bustling, and beautiful. There were so many witches and wizards, dressed how you used to dress, in cloaks and colorful clothing, pointy hats and odd animals on their shoulders. Music played loudly from a nearby shop, which you recognized to be the Weird Sisters. Memories of the Yule Ball faded into your mind and a faint smile formed on your lips as you wandered up the alley.
You felt out of place, wearing your tight jeans and black band t-shirt, containing a muggle band you were sure few people in the alley around you knew of. But the wand tucked into the waist of your jeans made you feel like part of them. As you wandered up the alley, your eyes landed on the one shop you had never been in. Weasley Wizard Wheezes.
It was an incredibly fun looking store, one you were sure you would enjoy, but before the war, you only ever came to Diagon Alley when you absolutely needed to, and your time there was short with no time for stops like this. Now, however, you had all the time in the world.
When you stepped into the shop, it smelled of fireworks and sweets and there were various sounds and flashing lights all around. It was August still, so there were copious amounts of young students bustling around and laughing at everything around. Your smile grew as you ran your hand along a display, looking at the bottled love potions and Puking Pastilles, to other products you truly couldn’t have thought up in your most wild dreams.
As you picked up an odd looking package, you felt someone brush by you and you ignored it, accrediting it to the busy shop, but as you turned over the package in your hand, a voice brought stole your focus. “Well, hello,” a voice you recognized greeted, causing you to turn to the Weasley twin. “Here I thought I’d never see you again.”
Fred smiled at you, but held a confused look on his face. “Loonar Loop Luminators?” you asked him with a small laugh in your voice. You wondered in the back of your mind what he meant by his words, but you brushed it off for the moment.
Fred glanced down to the package in your hand, as he had not noticed it sooner as his eyes focused on your face. “A sort of firework,” he answered proudly and took the product from your hand. “A demonstration, maybe?”
Shrugging lightly, you followed Fred as he led you to the center of the store. “All right, you lot, listen up!” His voice boomed through the store, silencing the many students and grown ups alike. “I’ll be doing a quick demonstration of our Loonar Loop Luminators, so stand clear,” he continued as he opened the package. He placed a small blue tube on the ground, using his wand to light the end of it.
After a few mere seconds, sparks of various colors exploded from the product, reaching the ceiling of the shop and popping into more sparkles. You clapped, along with the rest of the store, as the fireworks exploded beautifully. Fred smiled proudly, his arms crossed over his chest, and waited until the last of the sparks faded to speak once more. “Loonar Loop Luminators can be found over here to the left, in the front of the store,” he finished and swooped down, picking up the expired product. Fred stepped back over to you, an expectant look on his face. “What’d you think?”
“Absolutely brilliant,” you answered with a laugh.
Fred beamed at your words. “You see, if you do it in an open area, and not indoors, it will be a much more grand show. Sparks will fly to the moon, hence the name,” he explained proudly and flashed the box to you, which held a rather smiley moon.
You hummed, a bright look in your eyes. “I reckon that’s quite the sight. I might have to leave here with a few myself.”
Fred smirked, glancing at the box in his hand once more. “Take as many as you want. I couldn’t bear to charge the person who saved my life,” he explained as he led you to the counter, where he tossed the box in a waste bin.
With a small laugh, you shrugged and leaned against the counter as his brother, who was two years younger than you, rung up the many guests. “Well, you saved mine as well, so I had assumed we were even.”
Fred scoffed, checking his watch for a moment before glancing at his brother. “Man the shop for a minute, mate?”
Ron glanced at you and nodded, a smile on his lips. “Take your time.”
“Got a moment?” Fred asked you as he nodded towards the door of his shop.
You glanced at your own watch, pretending to contemplate his words, but shrugged. “I suppose so.”
Fred smirked and led you through the shop, out into Diagon Alley. “I thought you died, you know?” His voice was a little shaky as he spoke, his hands in the pockets of his colorful suit.
“Well, here I am,” you replied lamely, giving him a gentle smile and a small shrug.
With an incredulous look on his face, Fred shook his head at you. “I mourned you, you know?”
Your smile fell at his words, causing you to feel oddly guilty. “Why would you mourn someone you didn’t know to be dead? Someone you barely know?” The words came out a little harsher than you intended, but as Fred led you up Diagon Alley, walking slowly through the crowd, you were sure he understood.
“I want to know you,” Fred said suddenly, his voice insistent. Your mouth fell open, rather surprised by his words, and waited for him to continue. “I always have. That’s why I always convinced others to let me be your partner in class, why I spoke to you as much as I could without bothering you, why I wanted to stay by your side during the battle.” Your face felt warm at his confession and for a moment, you were at a loss for words.
With a gentle blush on your face, you ducked your head and smiled to yourself. “Well, here I am,” you repeated the words you said moments before and glanced up at Fred.
Fred smiled widely at your words, raising his eyebrows. “Will you let me take you to dinner, then?”
For a moment, you bit your lip and pretended to consider his offer. After a brief pause, you spoke softly, “I suppose so.”
“Brilliant,” Fred smirked and stood with his hands in his pockets. “Meet you here at the shop tomorrow? Say seven?”
Nodding gently, you fought the wide grin forming on your lips. “It’s a date.”
