Authors Note: So I decided that I am going to leave In the Dead of Night a one shot. I don't have a good plot (lol) so I decided I'll just post some Zutara one shots to show my love. In the meantime, I've had quite a good idea for a Weasley fic. And since the Deathly Hallows premiered, (which I seen last night, great film although it wasn't so true to the book but that is expected. Potter week was so amazing too, so sad it's over lol) I figured I'll post this in honor of the Battle of Hogwarts (even though that's in part two) and Fred's death. This will be taken place in the Goblet of Fire and will sort of go from there allllllll the way to the Deathly Hallows.
Ever wondered what was up with the twins in the Goblet of Fire? Turns out Fred fell in love, but not with who you think.
BTW! I made Fred & George's eyes blue. The Lexicon confirmed it as unknown so since Ron's eyes are blue, I made them blue ^.^ just letting that be known lol
The Great Hall was buzzing with excitement one evening. The wait of the Triwizard Tournament had ended, and every student was waiting to greet the two rivalry schools.
When Potions ended a half an hour earlier, and all students returned to their common rooms to deposit their books, they all returned to the entrance hall where Professor McGonagall was waiting for the Gryffindor house students.
Fred Weasley, hands in his pockets, his mind only focused on the new snack boxes he and his twin, George were currently inventing and not too excited about the two schools.
Although, entering the Tournament does sound exciting.
The jokester followed behind Harry Potter, his younger brother Ron, and Hermione Granger, alongside his twin. His mind zoned in and out of their conversation on how the two schools would arrive to the castle of Hogwart's School of Witch Craft and Wizardry.
"A Portkey?" he heard his brother ask.
We really should work on those Puking Pastilles', the side effects can last for weeks…
"You can't Apparate inside the Hogwarts grounds, how often do I have to tell you?" he heard Hermione say, annoyance on her tongue.
What about a yo-yo… a yo-yo… a yo-yo thatscreams. Yes, that sounds great. We'll call it… the… theScreamingYo-Yo!
"Aha!" he then heard Dumbledore's voice call out from the back row where he stood with the other teachers. "Unless I am very much mistaken, the delegation from Beauxbatons approaches!"
The red-headed sixth year looked up, and something was hurtling across the night sky toward the castle. Students were guessing what the gigantic figure in the sky could be—
"It's a dragon!" shrieked a first year.
Come on, I've already seen dragons before when we went to visit Charlie in Romania.
"Don't be stupid… it's a flying house!" said another first year.
Seriously? These first years are a bunch of nutters.
Although the guess was quite ridiculous, it was almost correct. The black shape skimmed over the treetops of the Forbidden Forest, and with the help from the castle windows, they saw a powder-blue, horse-drawn carriage that was the size of a large house. It was pulled through the air by a dozen of winged horses the size of elephants.
When the carriage landed with a crash, and the doors opened, a woman stepped out, larger than anyone he had seen—larger than Hagrid for that matter. She was olive-skinned with large, black, watery eyes with a beaky nose, and she was dressed completely in black satin.
I got it! What about pies that can… turn you into something… something like a… like a canary! Now that's what I call brilliant.
Fred smiled to himself, crossing his arms across his chest.
Wait… where can I find a spell for that?
His handsome face frowned, and he puzzled with this realization.
It was when the pupils of Beauxbatons piled out of the carriage Fred's mind was wiped clean of all thoughts of Wealseys' Wizard Wheezes. He watched as all boys and girls in their late teens dressed in robes the same powder-blue color, stepped out of their carriage. The students walked with their heads held up high, but it was one that caught the eye of the sixteen year old Gryffindor.
She was at least sixteen, maybe even seventeen. Her ivory skin contrasted with her thick brown hair that barely reached past her back. He watched her intensely, his blue eyes sweeping over her features. She had a beautiful face, with no flaws noticeable. Her eyes were a green that reminded him of Harry, and he only noticed this when she met his gaze.
The gaze was held for the moment she had walked past, and she smiled shyly before averting her gaze to the ground, and turning to stand next to the very large Madam Maxine.
Even when his best friend, Lee Jordan pointed out that a war ship that belonged to the Durmstrang delegation was emerging from the Black Lake, Fred did not look.
He was completely and totally fixed on the mysterious Beauxbaton student.
Maybe I can ask Hermione for that spell later.
The following day dragged on. The twin's wasted their time with their thoughts of the snack boxes, and their attempt to jump over the Age Line that surrounded the Goblet of Fire. It was amusing to Fred, how his admirable Beauxbaton beauty cracked a smile when their Aging Potion backfired. He could have sworn he heard her giggle.
Fred didn't go and speak to the Beauxbaton teenager. He simply did not have the time; he was far too busy dealing with more important matters such as Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, desperately trying to attempt to put his name in the Goblet, and not doing Snapes homework. And when he did have free time, he would just rather admire the girl from afar.
She sat at the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall, a few seats over from where Luna Lovegood and Cho Chang were seated. And that evening when the champions would be chosen, Fred sat next to his twin, his head resting in his hand. He watched the Beauxbaton girl; she was talking to a Ravenclaw girl he didn't know. She was laughing, and this made Fred grin. Her smile lit up the candlelit Great Hall, and the sight of the Goblet made Fred think suddenly of Angelina. She was a great friend, and one amazing Quidditch player.
"Hope it's Angelina." He said sitting up, his gaze yet still on the Beauxbaton as Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down across the table.
"So do I!" Hermione said breathlessly. "Well, we'll soon know."
The Halloween feast seemed to take much longer than usual. Yet, dinner for the past two days seemed to slow down to the red-headed twin. Every day in the Great Hall, all he could do was stare at the witch dressed in powder-blue robes. And it wasn't just in the Great Hall; he'd see her on the way to back to the common room, in the entrance hall. He had seen her that morning; reading like Hermione does most days, yet it wasn't historical books, it was Muggle fiction. She interested him in a way that was so unexplainable. It was like she had some kind of spell on him, and he made a mental note to himself to conjure up a love potion once the joke shop was up and running.
He spotted her sitting in the shade by a tree near the Black Lake. She was alone, reading another Muggle book, and this made Fred smile. This was his chance.
He let George know he was going to hang back, and he told him he would meet him back in the common room.
George and Lee said their goodbyes, and Fred departed to join the Beauxbaton girl.
"Why, hello there." He stood next to her, and she looked up from her book on her spot on the ground.
"Oh, hello." She smiled.
"Dumbledore sent me, so that if you need someone to help you around the castle, I'm your man." He grinned.
The girl looked amused. "A bunch of Slytherins had already made that offer." She looked back down to her book. "But thank you for the offer."
"But I am a Gryffindor." He pointed to his chest where the Gryffindor crest was stitched to his robes. "Where the brave dwells." He winked. The girl grinned. "My name is Fred Weasley. Let me know if you need anything." He flashed her smile, and then turned to walk back toward the castle.
She'll be back for more…
The following days, it was the Beauxbaton that couldn't keep her eyes off of the Gryffindor. This amused him, for the Slytherins were becoming loathsome toward him, casting smug looks with daggers in their eyes his way. Every night at dinner in the Great Hall, she would sit directly in front of him over at the Ravenclaw table. Every now and again, she would look up from her plate and lock eyes with the Gryffindor. Her green eyes would lock with his blue pools, and Fred would flash her a warm smile. The ivory skin of the Beauxbaton would blush a slight pink, and then she would look back down to her plate.
One Saturday morning after breakfast, Fred, George, and Lee stood on the grounds, both killing precious time and exchanging ideas about the snack boxes once more. Just as brilliant ideas were exchanged, Fred saw in the distance a powder-blue robe. He wondered if it was just another Beauxbaton student, or it was his admirer. It was when she was only a few feet away did he notice her features, and he straightened his back and grinned as he watched her approach.
"Changed your mind?" he grinned, stuffing his hands into his pants pockets.
She shrugged. "It's an offer I just should not refuse." She eyed George and Lee with a smile.
"Well, I haven't met you before, and I know all the pretty girls here." Lee pressed on with a wink. The Beauxbaton girl laughed.
"My name is Alyson." She flashed Fred another smile. He grinned.
"Well, then. Lee, George, I think this is where we part. I shall help this dearest Beauxbaton, Ms. Alyson to her err—whatever she might need help with." He smiled to his twin brother and his friend, his hands on Alyson's shoulders, dragging her back toward the castle.
"I'll meet you back in the common room!" he called back to his brother.
"So," Fred started, towering alongside Alyson. "What do you need help finding? The library, Dumbledore's office, the Gryffindor common room…"
"Actually I was hoping to have a word."
Fred grinned widely, "About?"
"About Harry Potter."
He stopped in his tracks, not quite sure where the conversation could be going in this particular situation.
"Err—"
"He was chosen as a Triwizard champion. But he's only fourteen, I just don't understand. And Cedric Diggory—"
"If I knew anything, I would tell you, but I honestly do not know. Harry won't tell, but if I find out about anything, I'll let you know if you'd like."
She stared into his eyes, her lips pursed. Then she nodded, "Yeah that would be great."
"By the way," He said before departing to the common room. "Tell Fleur I said good luck. You know, Harry beat a Basilisk in his second year. He maybe dreadfully young, but he's one brilliant wizard."
Alyson stared at him, her expression indifferent. She smirked at him, knowing he was challenging her.
"I'll see you around then."
"Dumbledore told me not to just let you roam around Hogwarts."
"And Madame Maxine told me to stay away from creepy Gryffindors."
Fred laughed. "Then you wouldn't have came back to speak with me, love." He watched as her expression remained the same, the same slight smirk plastered on her face.