Hi, I'm Lulaine. This is my first fanfiction. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. I really really like it, so yeah :) Feel free to ask questions in a review or PM.

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Enemies of the heir BEWARE,

Lulaine

The Gryffindor and the Slytherin. It was scandalous.

"Did you see them?"

"They don't even have the decency to hide the fact that they're together!"

"I can't believe it. Especially when her parents are in Azkaban."

"Who ever thought that a Weasley Twin of all people would start dating a Lestrange?"

Fred Weasley ignored these comments as he walked through the halls, his fingers intertwined with his girlfriend's. George was fine with it, and that was really the only person whose opinion mattered to him.

Sure, Eulalee Lestrange had Death Eaters as parents, and was in the Slytherin house, but Fred loved her anyways. She had a really sweet and spunky personality that he loved. As an added bonus, she was really pretty too. Eula had curly black hair, like her mother's, but hers was a bit tamer and usually contained in a ponytail or braid or the like. She had chocolate brown eyes and a soft smile.

Since she had only been three years old when her parents were sentenced to Azkaban, so she had been taken in by her Aunt Andromeda and Uncle Ted and their daughter, her cousin, Nymphadora (who preferred to go by her last name, Tonks). Being raised by them was good for her, as the rest of her living family were huge pure-blood supremacists.

When she and Fred had met, something clicked. They became fast friends, and Eula became good friends with George too. When they had announced their relationship the year before, Fred's family and friends had objected a bit, but, with help from George and Eula's family, they had all come around.

Of course, the majority of the school still couldn't believe it, but neither of them cared. They were happy together and that was all that mattered.

But near the end of their final year, life threw them a curveball.

"Your mother wants you to join the Death Eaters?"

Eula nodded sorrowfully, her head in her hands as she sat in the Gryffindor common room with her boyfriend (she might not be a Gryffindor, but she had her sources). "She doesn't know that we're together — Merlin knows what would happen if she did — but I can't risk getting on her bad side. Even though I'm her daughter, she's not going to consider that when she tries to kill me."

"Eula, don't say that," Fred pleaded, pulling Eula's hands away from her face, forcing her to face him. "She's not going to kill you."

"If I cooperate," Eula agreed with a grimace. "She'd be so pissed if she knew that I was in the DA. Probably not as pissed as me dating a blood traitor . . ." Eula sighed, burying her face in Fred's chest. "Fred, what am I going to do? I don't want to go with my parents!"

"You could stay with us," Fred said quietly, an idea growing brighter in his eyes. "You know how George and I are starting the shop sooner than expected. You could escape with us. Stay with us in the flat above the shop. We'll put up thousands of protective enchantments and they won't be able to find you!" Fred was smiling excitedly now, obviously expecting Eula to agree with his brilliant plan.

But Eula shook her head. "Fred, by doing that I'll just be putting you and your whole family at risk!"

"Like we're not at risk already! We're openly rebelling against You-Know-Who!"

"Fred, no. I'm just — "

"Eula, please." Fred looked so imploring and fearful, that Eula couldn't say no.

"Freddie, I just don't want you getting hurt at my expense," Eula said in barely more than a whisper, her brown eyes refusing to meet his blue. She looked so truly scared that Fred couldn't help but pull her onto his lap and just wrap his arms around her protectively.

"Eula, I would rather get hurt protecting you than anyone else," Fred said truthfully. Well, that was almost true. He would sacrifice himself for his twin as well (but what wouldn't he do for George, really?) but he knew that Eula was already well aware of this fact.

"I would rather you didn't get hurt at all," Eula insisted, her voice slightly muffled as she spoke into his shirt.

Fred knew how she felt. He didn't want her getting hurt either, but he couldn't pretend that it was impossible. They were at war. You-Know-Who was back. If no one got hurt, then he would be worried. But what he really hoped was that neither of them (or any of his family or friends for that matter) got so seriously injured that they lost their life. Fred shivered just thinking about it.

"Eula," he said suddenly, after a few minutes of just silently hugging her on the couch, "would you promise me that you'll stay with me and George?"

"I'll do better," Eula replied, having made up her mind about it all. She sat up so that her lips were inches away from his. "I'll solemnly swear to it."

"That's what I want to hear," Fred chuckled quietly, and their lips connected.

It wasn't the first time they had kissed, but it seemed different somehow. As Eula would later say, it seemed less rushed. Usually when they kissed, it was merely a quick peck on the lips, just in passing. But this time, it was chaste and passionate, more of a farewell kiss than anything else, though they both agreed that it was definitely not goodbye. It was almost like a fairy tale in the midst of all this despair.

But like all fairy tales, the moment had to end. When Eulalee slowly detached her lips from her boyfriend's, she just sat for a few minutes, staring at him with love-filled eyes. She seemed to be searching for another kiss. In fact, Fred would've kissed her again, had his identical twin brother not entered the common room at that instant, momentarily startled by the scene in front of him before giving a loud catcalling cheer, only earning glares from the young couple.

Neither Fred nor Eula knew that this moment would mark the second everything would begin to go downhill. It wasn't anybody's fault that their lives would began to throw curve balls at them, but it would surely happen anyways. But again, neither of them knew this, so they returned to their blissful fantasies of life after Hogwarts, being safe in each others arms.