The Lone Wolf | Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Chapter 58: Christmas Gone Wrong

"He said he'd promised Malfoy's mother to protect him, that he'd made an Unbreakable Oath or something-"

"An Unbreakable Vow?" said Ron, looking stunned. "Nah, he can't have..."

"Are you sure?" Asked Y/n.

"Yes, I'm sure," said Harry. "Why, what does it mean?"

"Well, you can't break an Unbreakable Vow..."

"I'd worked that much out for myself, funnily enough. What happens if you break it, then?"

"You die," said Ron simply. "Fred and George tried to get me to make one when I was about five. I nearly did too, I was holding hands with Fred and everything when Dad found us. He went mental," said Ron, with a reminiscent gleam in his eyes. "Only time I've ever seen Dad as angry as Mum, Fred reckons his left buttock has never been the same since."

"Yeah, well, passing over Fred's left buttock—"

"I beg your pardon?" said Fred's voice as the twins entered the kitchen. "Aaah, George, look at this. They're using knives and everything. Bless them."

"Leave them alone." Y/n rolled their eyes at them.

"I'll be seventeen in two and a bit months' time," said Ron grumpily, "and then I'll be able to do it by magic!"

"But meanwhile," said George, sitting down at the kitchen table opposite Y/n and putting his feet up on it, "we can enjoy watching you demonstrate the correct use of a — whoops-a-daisy!"

"You made me do that!" said Ron angrily, sucking his cut thumb. "You wait when I'm seventeen —"

"I'm sure you'll dazzle us all with hitherto unsuspected magical skills," yawned Fred.

"And speaking of hitherto unsuspected skills, Ronald," said George, "what is this we hear from Ginny about you and a young lady called — unless our information is faulty — Lavender Brown?"

Y/n leaned forward in her seat. Cocking an eyebrow at Ron. He glared at Y/n and turned a little pink but did not look displeased as he turned back to the sprouts.

"Mind your own business." He snapped, "And stop it will you, Y/n. You look just like the twins."

"What can I say, I live with them." She sneered jokingly, leaving back and crossing her arms across her chest.

"What a snappy retort," Fred said to Ron. "I really don't know what you think of them. No, what we wanted to know was... how did it happen?"

"What d'you mean?"

"Did she have an accident or something?"

"What?"

"Well, how did she sustain such extensive brain damage? Careful, now!

Mrs. Weasley entered the room just in time to see Ron throw the sprout knife at Fred, who had turned it into a paper airplane with one lazy flick of his wand.

"Ron!" she said furiously. "Don't you ever let me see you throwing knives again!"

"I won't," said Ron, "let you see," he added under his breath, clearly not wanting anyone to hear. But Y/n heard.

He turned back to the sprout mountain and Y/n stood up to get a glass of water from the tap. She leaned over and whispered, "I heard that last part, don't get in the habit of throwing knives."

Ron suddenly choked on the air and glared at the older girl, "How did you hear me?"

"Dear Ronald. Did you not learn about werewolves at Hogwarts, I'm sure my dad covered it. We have very good hearing especially before and after the moon," She whispered to him, "Although it's not at its usual standard now." She added to herself, massaging her ear. She got her water and walked away.