•This story takes scenes from the Harry Potter series. I want to make it clear that I don't own those scenes. That's owned by
J.K. Rowling. Thank you•

~Scarlett~

A knock came from my door before it was pushed open slightly. Turning from where I was sitting at my desk, I saw Harry enter.

"Harry!" I grinned, holding my arms out to hug him. He returned the grin, walking into my arms and hugging me tightly.

"Hey, Scar," he chuckled, pulling back to look around the room. "Is this where you've been all day?"

"Has it been all day?" I grimaced.

"From what your Mum told me," Harry shrugged. "I've only been here for a few hours."

"And nobody told me?!" I whined, throwing a small, dramatic tantrum.

"Fred told you, didn't he?" Harry tilted his head like a dog. "When he told you dinner was ready."

"You guys had dinner without me?!" I gasped, holding a hand over my chest.

"Quit the dramatics. Something's wrong." Harry folded his arms over his chest, tapping his foot like a parent waiting for their child to fess up their mistake.

"Nothings wrong," I lied. He just raised an eyebrow challengingly. "Fine. Somethings wrong. But I'm fine!"

"Sure you are," Harry nodded, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Which is why you've been up here reading all day. Scarlett. Reading. Not a good mix."

"I'll have you know I love reading," I scoffed, glancing down at the copy of Moby Dick I found packed away in the closet.

I had been confused at first to find it, considering Dad didn't seem to be much of the reader type either, but it turns out he just highlighted the word 'dick' every time it was mentioned.

"Mhm." Harry sighed. "Well if you're so fine, then I guess you won't mind if I tell Fred he's good to come up and talk with you."

"No! Please don't!" I cried out, jumping up from my chair.

"Aha! So there is something wrong!" Harry exclaimed, pointed an accusing finger at me.

"I already admitted to that!" I groaned.

"Okay, whatever," Harry huffed. "But I'm your brother, and I demand you tell me what's wrong."

"We aren't siblings by blood, you can't guilt me with that one."

Harry gasped, crying out. "How dare you!"

"Okay! I'll tell you!" I gave in, rolling my eyes as he cheered quietly.

"Alright, so what's up?"

"The sky."

"Scarlett I will throw you out the window if you don't tell me."

"Wow, Harry. That's low."

"Not as low as you..."

"You little fuc—"

"No! Stop! I'm just a child!"

"What the bloody hell is going on in here?" Fred's voice laughed from the doorway.

"Scarlett was gonna call me a bad word!" Harry screeched.

"He called me short!" I shot back.

"I did not!" Harry quipped. "...I just called you low."

"That's low," Fred chuckled.

"I hate both of you," I grumbled.

"Nah you love Fred," Harry laughed, nudging my arm with his elbow.

I didn't respond.

Of course I loved Fred. But every time I'm around him I'm scared I'm gonna do something and he'll just break.

"Right?" Harry asked warily, noticing my uneasy expression.

I nodded, avoiding meeting their eyes.

"Well I was just coming to check on you," Fred said quietly, turning to walk away. "I, uh, will see you tomorrow, Love."

I couldn't bring myself to respond, knowing if I did my voice would break off and I'd be a sobbing mess.

Once the door had fully closed behind Fred and his footsteps faded down the stairs, Harry rounded on me.

"What the hell was that about?!"

"What?" I asked, my voice just barely keeping itself together. I ignored the growing lump, not wanting to make a fool out of myself.

"Merlin's beard! Do you not love him anymore?!" Harry's jaw dropped, looking from me to the doorway Fred was standing in only a minute ago.

"Merlin no! I love Fred!" I gasped, feeling my heart ache at Harry's assumption. But it made sense that he'd assume as much considering I was afraid to tell my boyfriend I loved him, even though we'd been saying it for months.

Because I'm scared I have some sort of evil inside of me that means being around him would infect him.

"Then what's wrong?!" Harry practically yelled, running his hands through his hair. "It's like you're afraid of him!"

"In a way, I guess," I sighed, chewing on my lip nervously. "Mrs. Weasley said some things that kind of got to me."

"First of all, since when do you call her 'Mrs. Weasley'?" Harry questioned. "Secondly, what could she have possibly said that's got you scared of your boyfriend?"

"She decided she didn't want my family calling her 'Molly', which really ticked Fred off," I explained. "As for what she said...well, she just basically said I wasn't very mature."

"I could've told you that," Harry rolled his eyes, "so that's not it."

"It basically is....," I said, but he glared at me. "Fine. She said I was a bad influence on Fred."

"Isn't that the other way around?" Harry muttered. "Fred like, corrupted you..."

"But I am kind of a bad influence," I sighed. "I've never been very responsible, and I'm not very smart. Fred needs someone to keep him alive, not someone who's gonna help him in a prank that ends up blowing us both up."

"You think that's what Fred wants?" Harry narrowed his eyes at me. "You think Fred wants some nerdy girl who's constantly nagging him about how he's gonna get himself killed?"

"Well...I suppose no—"

"Exactly!" Harry interrupted, grabbing me by the shoulders and looking me straight in the eye. "You're the perfect girl for Fred! You challenge each other and you work well together! You know each other like the back of your hands! And you're both bloody adorable together!"

My cheeks flushed as I stared down at my bare feet. "You really think so?"

"I know so."

"I don't know, Harry," I mumbled, fiddling with my fingers. "He's definitely noticed something's up."

"Which is why you should go talk to him now," Harry urged, pushing me towards the door.

"You're right," I grinned, finding a sudden confidence.

I wasn't a bad influence. I was just being who I am, with the person who accepts me for it.

"Tell me something I don't already know."

I rolled my eyes, making my way down the stairs to the room the twins were staying in. I knocked lightly on the door, waiting a few seconds before it creaked open, revealing George.

"What do you want?" George grumbled. I took notice of his angry expression, along with the dark room behind him.

"I wanted to talk to Fred," I smiled lightly, ignoring George's clear glare.

"He's asleep," George said emotionlessly before adding, "finally."

"What do you mean?" I questioned.

"He practically gave himself a panic attack trying not to cry about how you don't love him anymore and how you're gonna break up with him." George's glare deepened, watching every move I made with narrowed eyes.

"What?! No! I was just caught up with something your Mum sa—"

"Y'know you always seem to blame our mother. Do you ever wonder if maybe it's not completely her fault?" George scoffed.

"Well of course it's no—"

"I'll tell him you were here," George said before closing the door in my face.

Oh...
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It's 11:47 leave me alone XD I'm not late!

Anyway I wrote this throughout today and just finished it off soooo here you go! Sibling shit and heartbreak!

I actually was in the process of writing a happy ending but that went to shit so I just cut it off at "Oh."

So I still need to edit this and if I don't finish this off now then it will be after midnight and then I lose. So bye. I love you. Sorry for the crappy author's note. I can't even say have a fantabulous day cause it's almost MiDnIgHt.

Peace out fuckers.

That was a joke I'm sorry I love you good bye.
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