Mentioning of:
Drowning
Bruising
And very small smut towards the end- suitable for roughly age 13.
Freds pov:
"Albus! We can't just leave her there! She will drown. Potter says he charm wore off, she can no longer breathe!" To my surprise, the one man, in which I had least expected, was saying the same thing that I had on my mind.
"Severus, we are doing everything we can."
I knew Y/N, for some reason, hand a bond with the man, a bond that was different in what he shared with everyone else, but I didn't expect him to care this deeply for her. Not at all. But I'm grateful either way.
By now, I've screamed in frustration at pretty much everyone here, the professors, friends, hell, even my own twin brother. But they don't understand, she's my girlfriend, I have to protect her with my life, I made that promise to myself when I first met her. But no one seemed to understand that, no one understood the seriousness of the situation, and I knew for a fact, that if they were here right now, my mum, Sirius, Remus, my big brothers, all of them, would have made Dumbledores life living hell, even my dad, who doesn't have a bad bone in his body. My dad loves Y/N like his own, and would be quick to defend her.
"Fred. Fred! Calm down!" George was holding me tightly pressed to his body, as I began to shake of both fear and anger. I couldn't control myself, there's a possibility that she'd drown down there, there was no chance I could live with myself.
"DUMBLEDORE! GET HER OUT OF THERE, NOW!" I screeched at the rather calm looking Professor. Something was off, he didn't seem worried at all, but all he replied with, was a simple, "she's has two minutes left."
This infuriated me, I could have torn his head off without question, I'd never felt this angry, never, not the many detentions I've had from Snape for no reason, not the many times I've been caught by Filch, not even when Y/N fell off her broom at the World Cup. Atleast they helped her then, and now, now she is practically drowning in the bottom of a lake filled with god knows what creatures, and they are doing absolutely nothing to help her. Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard in the world, and yet he's doing nothing.
I released myself from George's arms, not even bothering to care if I hurt him or not, as I thrashed about, trying to get him to release his strength around me. And so I took I deep breath, and a huge leap, ignoring the many shouts I had gotten, as I felt myself plunge into the icy water. It really was cold, it felt like pins and needles shot through the whole of my body. The black water, once again, nearly too dark to see in. I guess when you have been under water for an hour, you get used to the icy feeling as you reach the surface. Yet, jumping back in, well that proved difficult. I was panicking, swimming around frantically trying to see any sight of Y/N. And when I was about to lose all hope, tears streaming down my face, she appeared.
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Y/N pov:
It was a good job I could hold my breath. The creatures that I have now identified as mermaids, really ugly ones at that, had hold of my arms and legs, and were holding up their yellow pitch forks to my neck. Threatening me. They hissed to each other, and ignoring the fact that I was absolutely shitting myself, I couldn't help but be fascinated by their kind, the way they communicated to one another, almost violently. If you'd have asked me what they were doing, I'd say that they were having a mother's meeting, gathering around to gossip, but by the fact that I was now tied to the sea bed by golden ropes, I guess not.
They had stationed themselves rather far away, and my breath would soon be coming to a stop. I'd either die, or I'd certainly pass out first. As I struggled, the golden ropes only became tighter and tighter. I had to do something, and I had to do it now. With my greatest efforts, I dug my hand from the ropes, retrieving my wand from where it had been placed in my pocket. I had basically no energy, and if I tried to do such a complicated spell, I'd certainly pass out, it just wouldn't work.
That's when it came to me, I'm a bloody idiot. Whilst the creatures were distracted, I muttered the breaking spell, successfully freeing myself of the tightening ropes. I was right, a wave of exhaustion blew over me. I had no idea how long I had been in this situation, but I knew that someone should have at least come to look for me, it's been a while, surely they would have noticed that my treasure has returned and not me. Surely Harry would have told them?
That's when I did it. The idea came to my head. I couldn't swim, I couldn't breath, but the one thing I did have access to, my powers, my powers beyond my wand. So, I decided to extend my arms, reaching out as far as possible, as they shot to the surface of the water, gripping on to whatever was in their hold, I just hope it was the platform.
My head emerged from the water, and I hit something rock solid, all I could see was the stable ground under me.
And then...
Everything went black.
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Freds pov:
Hands shot from the surface of the black water, not far from where I was stood, and I instantly knew it was Y/N. I sighed a deep breath of relief, knowing that she was at least safe. I began to swam, as quickly as I could, back to the platform, where George helped me out.
I didn't even thank him, all I could see was her limp body, laid across the platform, as I ran over. She had bruises everywhere, every inch of her body. Deep purple and black bruising. Round her arms, round her legs, even around her neck. I dread to think what her stomach looks like, it already looked bad enough from last years incident with her uncle. And it would now only look worse, and it would hurt her.
I took her in my arms, as she laid unconscious, my arms rocking her from side to side, as I cried. People had gathered around and were panicking at seeing the poor girl. I couldn't even look in Dumbledores direction, I knew, that if I did, I'd hit him. Cameras were facing us, and people were trying to interview me, it was appalling. I couldn't believe that there was literally an unconscious girl, my unconscious girl, laid there, and yet, due to her fame, they are still recording. Absolutely fucking appalling, that's all I could say.
"For the love of god, would you stop crying you daft git." Came a small voice that I recognised all to well spoke. It sounded exhausted and grating even. It had lost its usual chirp. Yet, she was alive, she was alive and that was all that mattered.
"Y/N!" I practically screamed, helping her up, and hugging her closely. "Your here. Your here."
"Yes you daft sod, and if you hug me any tighter, I might not be."
"Sorry." I said, burying my head in her neck, which made her laugh.
"Are you alright?" She asks me. Am I alright? That's the first thing she says? Am I? She's just nearly died?
"I'm fine. Are you? What happened?" I ask worriedly.
"I'm fine Freddie. Just ran into a few mermaids that didn't want us all to leave, so I distracted them while I you lot ran." When she said those words, I instantly felt bad, there she was again, giving herself up for me, and her family.
"Y/N! Never do that to me again!" Y/B was suddenly taken out of my arms, and was struggling under the grip of her brothers.
"Harry, I'm fine. Get off me." She laughed.
"I'm serious! You sent us all rocketing up to t he surface, and next minute, all I know is that your not following!" Harry yells.
"Oh shut it. You'd have done it for me. Now, I'd like to warm up. Let's head back, please." She completely ignored him, and directed her last few words towards me.
"Course darling."
Everyone had hugged and congratulated Y/N, and we had just been split off from the rest of the group as we made our way to the boats. I helped Y/N climb in, my following in behind her, but our boat was suddenly stopped. Y/N's nostrils flared, and eye brows raised as she took in the sight before us. Fucking great, Adrian Pucey, and Scott.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Pucey started.
"The damsel in distress herself." Scott laughed.
I noticed from the corner of my eye that Y/N's hand had reached for her wand, and her teeth were almost definitely gritted.
"What do you want?" I said, with a stern voice.
"Oh, just sharing a boat, you know?" One of the boys said, as they climbed into the boat with us, and pushed it off the surface.
We sat in uncomfortable silence, glaring at the other pair in front of us. When we was about to reach the edge, Scott himself spoke up, "you know Y/N, you look rather hot in all that gear." His eyes trailed up and down her body, and it made my blood boil. Y/N had shot to her feet in anger, and the boy sniggered and stood up to reach her level.
"Did you say something?" She threatened, oh god, she was angry, he's in for it.
"Yes." He challenged, "I said you look fucking hot in those legging. In fact, I'd love to tare them off you." He made me sick to my stomach, as the anger raised, but it was suddenly replaced by laughter as I noticed a giant splash.
My awesome girlfriend had just pushed the bastard into the water, and off the edge of the boat. I felt like a proud man. And couldn't help the laughter that followed, Y/N too was cracking up, and had seemed to become a lot more lively, that what she was a few minutes ago. And the poor bloke was screaming as only his head popped out of the water. It was the funniest thing I'd ever witnessed, and all around us, people in other boats were too, laughing at the matter.
Eventually he was saved Snape, who had come strolling down in a boat to himself, and I couldn't help but notice the rather amused look that appeared on his face. He too, found it funny, as he looked at Y/N and nodded his head approvingly.
As we reached the edge of the lake, Y/N was the first to step out, followed by me, and we turned as our gazes turned towards the Slytherin. To my surprise, Y/N held out her hand, to help the boy out of the boat. The boy just looked at Y/N's hand reluctantly, eyes wide.
"Come on. I won't bite. It wasn't you that said anything." She said, calmly, too calmly, I could even hear the sarcasm in her voice.
He hesitated, but grabbed her hand, where he was instantly sent into the freezing water with a loud splash. One again, the crowd that had formed around us, burst into laughter, as well as both of us.
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Y/N's pov:
"Wooo!"
As we entered the common room, hand in hand with Fred, the majority of the Gryffindors turned around to greet me, and congratulate me. I didn't really know what I was being congratulated for, not until I got told that I wasn't in fact last, but second, something about 'moral fibre', I couldn't really care less.
It was obvious that they had gone to a great amount of effort to get this party ready for me, but all I wanted to do was sleep, and I think that Fred knew that too, as he took me by the hand, dismissed the crowd, and led me up the stairs.
"Fuck Y/N."
I was now sat on Freds bathroom side, where he stood in between my legs, examining the bruises that had formed on my body. I had explained everything to him, what happened, and he insisted that he helped me with the bruises.
He applied the thick cream onto my arms and neck, but I obviously noticed him struggling with getting to the area covered by my shirt.
He sighed in frustration before asking me sweetly, "do you think you could take your shirt off. You don't have to. You can do it yourself if you like, I can step out the room?"
"Don't be stupid. It's fine."
I lifted the shirt off my head, wincing in pain, as the areas tugged on my bruises. She made a hissing sound at the sight, as his eyes ran over the bruises. As he applied the cream, I of course noticed him looking not at the bruising constantly, but his eyes occasionally directing to my bra. I just laughed and shook my head.
"What?" He asked, eyes coming up to meet mine.
"Nothing. Your staring Freddie." I laughed at the look of embarrassment on his face, "it's alright, If you were sat in front of me. I'd stare too."
I kissed him softly, and his arms ran around my bare back. As the kiss broke, he nibbled softly on the lobe of my ear, pulling away completely.
"Let's go to bed."
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