Enchantment (George Weasley x Reader)

Fade Out Again

"You worry about the others and you do not even think about your own wound."

He said exasperatedly. His voice was low as he opened the vial and carefully placed my hand on his lap. I did not speak. I was too upset witnessing the toad's reign in the school. All I felt was George emptying the last few drops on my wounded hand, blowing on it softly to relieve the burning sensation before he fiddled with my fingers as he watched the essence work. 

"The toad must pay for what she has done."

George wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close, "She will. Fred and I promised she will pay for it."

"I reckon it would be the best rebellion ever."

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May 1996

Fred and George did what the had planned to do. They sacrificed their own education to bide time for Harry to be able to speak with Sirius. The twins set up a portable swamp to distract Umbridge and Y/N thought it was a genius idea. Although, the lady could not help but get sad by the fact that the twins needed to leave Hogwarts. As the students huddled in the grounds waiting for what was going to happen, Y/N anticipated the worst. The toad in pink was fuming and Filch was more than ecstatic to finally be able to punish the twins after seven years of being a victim of their pranks.

"Very good, Argus," she said. "You two," she went on, gazing down at Fred and George, "are about to learn what happens to wrongdoers in my school."

"You know what?" said Fred. "I don't think we are." He turned to his twin.

"George," said Fred, "I think we've outgrown full-time education."

"Yeah, I've been feeling that way myself," said George lightly. 

"Time to test our talents in the real world, d'you reckon?" asked Fred.

"Definitely," said George.
And before Umbridge could say a word, they raised their wands and said together, "Accio Brooms!"

Y/N knew Umbridge would do something to prevent them from leaving, so she took it upon herself to conjure a sticking charm to her awfully pink shoes.

Just in time — Fred and George's broomsticks, one still trailing the heavy chain and iron peg with which Umbridge had fastened them to the wall, were hurtling along the corridor toward their owners. They turned left, streaked down the stairs, and stopped sharply in front of the twins, the chain clattering loudly on the flagged stone floor.

"We won't be seeing you," Fred told Professor Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick.

"Yeah, don't bother to keep in touch," said George, mounting his own.

Fred looked around at the assembled students, and at the silent, watchful crowd. "If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three, Diagon Alley — Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes," he said in a loud voice. "Our new premises!"

"Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear they're going to use our products to get rid of this old bat," added George, pointing at Professor Umbridge.

"STOP THEM!" shrieked Umbridge, but it was too late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closed in, Y/N  used the Confundus charm to halt them as Fred and George kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below. Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd.

"Give her hell from us, Peeves."

And Peeves, whom they had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorioussunset.