Warning: This is the scene with the blood quills. If this makes you uncomfortable in any way, please don't read. There is quite a lot of description referring to the blood.
Freds pov:
I'm about to do something, that I know for a fact I will be hated for. But it has to be done, whether she thinks so or not.
It hasn't gone unnoticed to me, that Y/N's mood has been changing significantly. She seems as if something is taking her over, I can't even describe it.
Her usual blue eyes fade grey, especially when she was angry. If you had gotten into an argument with her, and looks could kill, you certainly wouldn't be standing there.
I had to pull her closer three times last night. Three! And I don't even know why, because she won't tell me. I know that she lost Cedric last year, and a lot of things happened that night. But she has been fine all summer. I can't for the life of me think why she's suddenly gone back to the way she was after that horrible night. Maybe it was being back at Hogwarts? Maybe it was seeing all the people she hadn't in a while? I don't know, but all I know, is that there's something obviously wrong with her, and I want to do everything in my power to help her.
So here I am. Stood, at the bottom of Dumbledores office, about to stand on the grand Phoenix statue. I've only been in Dumbledores office once, when Ginny was taken into the chamber of secrets. It's strange to think how long ago that feels, I didn't even know Y/N then. It feels like she's been in my life forever, and I couldn't imagine even living without her. She's my everything.
The door swings open straight away to reveal the bearded man sat at his desk.
"Ah, Mr Weasley. What do I owe the pleasure? Come and take a seat."
I take a seat at the desk, and the professor stops writing, his full attention on me.
"It's Y/N Sir. She's been, different recently. Like, it's almost as if there's times when she isn't herself. Like she's being controlled. She's not been sleeping, and suddenly screams in the middle of the night, or cries. But she doesn't wake up, not even when I touch her. When I hug her, to try and get her to stop panicking, she turns ice cold, but within minutes she's back to normal."
Whilst I explain, Dumbledore shows no emotion, and just appears to be deep in thought.
"How long has this been happening?" He asks.
"Well, just after Cedric died, she obviously wasn't herself. About half way through summer, she started getting better, and it seemed like she was back to being herself. Then suddenly, these dreams started, just before school started again, but she refuses to tell anyone what they're about. And now her mood is constantly changing, but unlike anything I've ever seen before." I explain.
Dumbledore nods along, as I speak, letting me continue, until an idea pops into his head. "I will ask madam Pomfrey for some sleeping draught. That will help with the nightmares. As for her mood changes, there's nothing we can really do. It's normal to experience mood swings after loosing someone you love. And she's being completely reasonable. Maybe they've been triggered by something?" He suggests.
I nod, not bothering to argue with him. It's obvious that he knows something I don't, almost as if he's restraining from telling me. Whether he knows, or not, I just hope he can help her.
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Y/N's Pov:
"Shouldn't you be getting to detention?" Snape asks, and it's only just dawned on me that I've been here the whole day.
"Do I have to?" I complain.
"Y/N if you don't go to detention, she will only make things worse for you." He gives a small sympathetic smile, that almost comes across as being creepy. It's too unnatural for him to smile, it gives me chills.
"Fine." I sigh, standing from the desk, "Don't go too hard on Granger, she cares about her grades."
He sighs, copying the same attitude that I had displayed just a second ago, "Fine."
I reach the door when he calls out to me, "Remember what I said about getting into trouble. And I'll send you the timetable for the lessons you'll be covering."
"Yes alright. See ya later Snapey."
I close the door, and begin my walk up to another part of the school where Umbitch's office is. I've decided that it won't be wise to eat, I'll go to the kitchens later. Wouldn't want to throw up looking at Umbridge's ugly face.
"Hey you." I say to the boy walking past. It's been a while since I've seen him, and he looks smugger than ever. His blonde hair gelled to what he calls perfection.
"Dearest cousin." He says, bowing his head in a cocky manner.
"What's up with you?" I ask, it's not normal for him to act like this when he's away from his friends. Even if he is a sly little git.
He puffs out his chest, and I laugh at the action. However, my laugh fades when I see the little button badge he's referring to...... Inquisitorial Squad.
If it's possible, I laugh even harder.
"So she's got a little squad to do her bidding now, has she." I laugh, "What a bitch."
"Careful Y/N, I can put you in detention." He says, smirking at this so called 'power' he has managed to obtain.
"No you wouldn't. You wouldn't dare to." I scoff. I know he won't. Because he knows that if he did, I'd kill him.
"Wouldn't I?" He says, leaning closer to my face.
"No. You won't, because if you did. You know I'd skill you. And let's face it, we all know I could kill you." I challenge. He gulps, slowly backing down. But not fast enough.
"Y/N?" I shake the glares off, and look to my right, seeing Freddie looking at me funny.
"One second." I say, with a sweet smile, before returning back to Draco, "Remember what we spoke about Dray. Don't get in my way, I won't get in yours."
I walk back to where Fred is waiting for me, sending me questioning looks.
"Don't worry about it." I mumble, throwing an arm around him, which he gladly returns.
"Why was he so close to your face?" He asks, in an overprotective manner that makes me laugh.
"Because we were threatening each other. Remember he's my cousin Freddie." I laugh.
"Oh yeah." He gives a quiet chuckle, and I can see his cheeks tint red in embarrassment.
I reach up and place a kiss on his cheek, "I'll see you later."
"Where are you going?" He asks.
"Detention. Don't wait up, I've been in one of these before, and they take hours." I complain. He looks confused, but due to the look on his face, I can tell that he will wait up for me.
I turn the corner to where the office is located, and am surprised to see that Harry waits outside the door.
"You too?" I laugh.
He turns his head to look at me, shaking his head, indicating that he's not surprised I'm here.
"Yep. What did you do?" He asks, pretending to be disappointed in me.
"The bitch told me Cedric's death was an accident, and I had some things to say about it." I shrug. "Then I sort of lobbed one of her textbooks across the room."
He laughs lightly, "Great minds think alike."
I smile, getting the fact that we are there for the same reason.
"Listen Harry. Her detentions are bad. I've had one before in France. You right with the quill, and it cuts your hand open. If you go now, you'll be fine. I'll tell her I don't know where you are." I say. Harry looks confused, but the chance to escape is now limited, as the door swings open to reveal the dreadful pink robes.
"Ah, lovely. Right on time." She smiles, the fakeness hurting my ears.
I storm into the room, and it's every way I can remember. I see Harry looking around in disgust. The bowls with images of moving, whining cats. The horribly decorated shelves. The pink fluffy chair seated at her desk. The pink walls themselves. I laugh slightly at his reaction.
We take the seats that we have been instructed to. Harry tenses when he sees the quill. I slouch back in my chair, picking my feet up on the table.
"Feet down." Umbitch orders, standing over me.
"Why? It's not like I need the desk. I may as well just carve straight into my hand." I shrug. I see her teeth grit, and she sighs in defeat. Handing me the quill, in a way, much harder than needed. I take the quill with a raise of my eyebrows, almost challenging her to continue.
"I don't have any ink." I hear Harry say to the side of me, playing as if he doesn't know what's happening. One thing that I can tell me and Harry share, is the idea of not showing her how badly it hurts. We won't, because it will just give her the satisfaction.
"You won't be needing any." I say, not looking at the boy, and cut Umbridge off as she's about to reply. I mimic the words she said to me the last time.
"Now, I want you both to write 'I will not tell lies.'" She orders, and I scoff.
"Is there a problem?" She directs her attention to me.
"Course not." I reply.
I begin to write, and I can hear Harry wincing from the side of me. I can tell he's trying not to show it, but it's getting the better of him.
I however, don't make a sound. The pain wasn't hurting, almost as if it were numb to it. None existing. Maybe it was because I was so angry.
I continued to write, as I watched the words form, and the blood ooze out of the newly formed cut. A devilish smirk forms on my face, scaring both Harry and Umbridge, as they look at me wearily.
"I trust that the message has sunk in?" Umbridge asks, and I look up to see her towering over Harry. Harry nods in defeat, "Then go. And don't let me find you waiting for her."
I mouth to Harry, "GO." when he sends me a look for confirmation. The door slams, and the bitch stands herself in front of my desk.
"I thought I said that I never wanted to see you again." She says. Her dark tones coming out, due to the fact that we are alone.
"Listen Love." I laugh, "I'd prefer not to see your ugly face again too. Not my fault you decided to come here." I shrugged.
"Let me see your hand." She demands. And as the smirk forms on my face, she shoots me glares.
"Get out of my office." She demands, pointing at the door.
I swing my bag over my shoulder, "Gladly."
I skip towards the door, slamming it harshly on purpose, letting the bang echo throughout the corridors.
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Fred's pov:
"Where's Y/N?" I ask, seeing Harry enter the portrait without her. "Didn't you have detention with her?"
He heads straight over to the couches.
Me, George and Lee lay lazily one one side. Dean and Seamus a little further down, and finally Hermione, Ron and Ginny on the couch across from us.
"Why are you clutching your hand like that?" Hermione asks, before Harry could answer my question.
"It's nothing." Harry says, folding his hands over his lap, in an attempt to hide it.
Hermione is too quick, and snatches his hand towards her, a gasp coming from her lips as she examines it, "You've got to tell Dumbledore."
By now, the common room is silent, all waiting to see what the big deal is.
"It's fine Hermione." Harry shrugs, and I can tell that although he won't admit it, he's in pain.
"Harry, she's carved into your bloody hand!" Ron grunts loudly.
Harry turns to him with dead eyes, obviously not wanting to reveal the situation to the room.
All I can think about is Y/N. Is she ok? Did she have to do that? Did Umbridge do something worse to her? Where is she?
I manage to pay attention to the rest of the what was a conversation, now an argument.
"I'm not telling Dumbledore because if she sees I'm in pain. She's won. And I think Y/N agrees with me on that one." Harry says, his voice raising. I've noticed that maybe it's not just Y/N that's been getting really angry recently. Harry too has snapped at the littlest thing. I shouldn't really be surprised, they had to face something that not many people ever have. It's bound to happen really. But it's interesting to think, why it has suddenly affected them now, more than before.
"Where is she?" I demand, speaking for the first time. Eyes snap up to me, and then divert towards Harry, waiting for him to answer.
"I don't know. Umbridge made me leave." Harry answers and I nod.
"Was she at least alright?" I ask, and Harry nods slowly.
"I don't know how she does it." Harry suddenly says, and we all glance at him confused. "Y/N." He adds.
"What about her?" George asks.
"Does what?" Lee asks at the same time.
"How she dealt with it." He answers, "She didn't flinch once. I never saw her look in pain. She just smiled the whole time."
The group looked quite confused at Harry's words, all wondering the same thing. How could she smile at a time like that? She was practically tortured.
"I feel that there's a lot of things we don't know about that girl." George says, staring at the rug, "Even you Fred."
Could it be true? Is she hiding something else from me? She never did tell me what happened that night. And I'm starting to wonder if maybe there's something bigger to her story.
"Well, I might tell you all one day." Our attention is drawn to the right. Where Y/N is seen to be leaning against it, arms crossed against her chest. I can see the trail of blood, dripping from her hand, but she just pretends not to even notice it.
I stand up straight away, ready to hug her, and help her with her hand. But she doesn't come towards me. She walks straight past, and grabs Harry's hand, mumbling under her breath. Her eyes close, and she takes a deep breath in. The group watch as she heals the boys cut.
The group around us, all except for Hermione, Ron and of course Harry, their eyes go wide.
"She's a talented Healer." I say, looking towards the boys around me. Ginny smiles at Y/N, and I notice that Y/N too, smiles back.
"Thanks." Harry mumbles, towards Y/N. We watch as she takes a seat on the couch at my side. Snuggling into the arm chair.
"Well." Hermione, as usual, is the first to speak.
Noticing the attention is on her, Y/N questions, "What?"
"Your hand." Hermione states the obvious, and the tired look Y/N was showing, is replaced with the smirk, similar to the one that Harry described.
"What about it?" She says, her attitude cocky.
"Did she do the same to you?" Ron says, sending her sympathetic looks.
"She didn't do it." Y/N laughs, "She only made me do it. We right it ourselves." She explains.
I grab her hand, preparing to wipe the blood away, to examine the words, sending her a sympathetic look.
But I notice that she looks almost excited, and I can't think for the life of me why.
"What did you have to write." I hear Dean ask Y/N and Harry.
"I must not tell lies." Y/N says, as if she had rehearsed it.
I wipe off the blood, preparing myself to see the words carved into her skin.
Instead, I laugh loudly at the sight. Although horrible, and I couldn't feel more sorry for her, I'm proud of her.
"What on earth could be so funny?" Hermione demands. But when Y/N holds up her hand, to reveal the carved words, the room too breaks into laughter.
"Why did you do that?" I ask Y/N, after the laughter had died down.
She shrugs, "If I'm going to have something carved into my skin for the rest of my life, it may as well be something good."
She doesn't bother to hide it, like I know she does with the other ones. I know she places charms on them so you can't see them. But this one, it's almost as if she's proud of it. And I'm proud of her, for getting through it.
I take one last glimpse of her hand, as she intertwines it with mine.
"Property of Fred Weasley."
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Hey everyone!
I hope you liked this chapter.
I just wanted to make myself clear, in the last part, where Fred sees the words cut into Y/N'S hand, I am not saying that Fred owns her, or anything like that.
Cos lets face it, we can kick his ass.
I just needed a cocky line to add, and thought this was best.
Anyway, hope you enjoyed.
I also just wanted to quickly mention, that a lot of you have been asking when we actually get pregnant.
Well, It's going to be at the end of the Order of the Phoenix. Which, is actually in only a few more chapters.
I can't wait!!!!!
Thank you all for reading xx