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Dysfunctional Sorceress	By : Katarina_Silversong Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 2557 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I make no money from the writing of this story, it is purely for enjoyment.

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“Peterson, Freya!” The blue-eyed girl walked forward, brushing her black hair back over her shoulder, and took a seat on the stool, letting the old Sorting Hat be lowered onto her head.
“Well, well…” She heard the voice of the Sorting Hat in her head, “You're no Peterson. A Peverell. Haven't had one of you in a couple decades. Where to put you? You're quite the puzzle, child. You have the brains of a Ravenclaw, possibly rivalling Rowena herself, but you also have the loyalty of a Hufflepuff, staying true no matter the personal cost. You're hiding your name, which makes me think Slytherin… But the fact that you came here at all shows quite the courage…” The voice left her head, shouting the one word that decides her future for the entire hall to hear, “Gryffindor!”
Freya breathed a sigh of relief as the Sorting Hat was lifted from her head. The Gryffindor table let out a roar of cheers that echoed around the Great Hall as she made her way down — a confident smile on her face — and took a seat across from a red-haired boy wearing horn-rimmed glasses.
“Percy Weasley.” The boy introduced himself, stretching his hand across the table, “I'm in third year.”
“Freya Peterson.” Her answer is confident, but quiet, “Obviously I'm a first year.”
“And I'm Charlie Weasley.” The boy next to her — who also had red hair — introduced himself as well, “I'm in sixth year. Our twin brothers are getting sorted today, too. If they follow the rest of the family, they'll be joining us here, in Gryffindor.”
Quinton, Amber became a Hufflepuff, while Randall, Brendon was sent to Ravenclaw, and Selwyn, Evangeline went to Slytherin. Spinnet, Alicia soon joined the Gryffindors, as well. The rest of the names became a blur until…
“Weasley, Fred!” The last name of the two who had introduced themselves to her made Freya look up in time to spot yet another ginger as he made his way to the stool.
The Sorting Hat was on his head for less than a second before it yelled, “Gryffindor!”
“Weasley, George!” As the first ginger twin made his way to the Gryffindor table amidst the cheering students, his brother was making his way to the stool. Fred sat down next to Freya — saying hello to his brothers — before he turned to look back at the stool that his twin was now seated on.
“Gryffindor!” As Charlie Weasley had predicted, both of his twin brothers were sorted into Gryffindor.
“So many gingers…” Freya muttered to herself as the second twin, George, slid onto the bench between her and his twin.
“You get used to it.” Charlie's voice made her jump as the food appeared on the tables, “You might want to start eating.”

“Could you pass me the asphodel petals?” Freya doesn't look away from the potion as she speaks to Lee Jordan, worrying that she's going to mess it up. He presses the mortar into her outstretched hand, and she dips her hand into the powder, slowly sprinkling the fine substance over the bubbling liquid. The mortar is removed from her hand and replaced with a small bottle.
“Essence of nettle, if I remember correctly.” Lee makes her jump, and she drops the bottle. The liquid almost spills, but she catches the bottle in time. She straightens up and quickly tips the bottle — adding just the right amount to the potion in order to complete it — before moving the cauldron back over the fire.
“If you could please clean everything up while I finish this, I'll turn it in once it's done, and we'll be getting our grade.” Freya stirs the potion once more before placing some into two vials — one glass, one crystal — and labelling them. She takes the stoppered potions up and places them on Professor Snape's desk, not missing the small smile he sends her way.
Ducking her head to hide the smile she's wearing — grateful for the approval from the Potions Master who favours the Slytherins — the practically silent Gryffindor hurries back to her work station, anxious to clean the cauldron and begin studying her Potions book for Friday's class. Alas, she does not get her wish.
As she takes her seat in front of the cauldron, someone behind her mutters, and the fire relights itself. She does not notice this, and she begins to slowly vanish the potion. Once she has vanished about half of the potion, it begins to boil, and explodes, drenching her hair and robes.
Some of the potion soaks her skin — scalding her — and some lands in her mouth — which was open in shock — taking almost immediate effect. She collapses — her eyes closing — and falls into a deep sleep.
“Weasley!” Snape's voice rings through the dungeon, making both the Weasley twins — who had begun to snicker behind their hands as they finished their potion — jump. “Since I am to assume that this incident is your responsibility, one of you is to take Ms. Peterson to the hospital wing. The other is to stay and clean up this mess. Fifty points each from Gryffindor for reckless behaviour and deliberate harm of another student, and both of you will be serving detention for the next week.”
“I'll take her to the hospital wing.” Fred stands up, rolling his eyes, and carefully lifts the girl from the floor, trying to ignore the fact that her hair smells like cinnamon and chocolate.
“Mr. Jordan, where do you think you're going?” Snape's voice echoes through the room once again as he notices Lee gathering his and Freya's things.
“I'm packing Freya's things, Professor.” Lee tells him the truth, “She hates falling behind in her studies, so I was going to take her bag to her in the hospital wing, since we already finished the lesson for the day. Unless there's something else?”
“No.” Snape shakes his head, doing his best to hide the look of concern on his face, “Take Ms. Peterson her things. But don't be late for your next lesson.”
Lee nods and slings his bag over his shoulder before picking up Freya's. He ducks out of the dungeon classroom, quickly following the shortest path to the hospital wing.
He hears Madame Pomfrey inquire about how Freya got into her current state as he opens the door to the infirmary, and quickly jumps in. “Potions accident.” He gives a mostly-true answer before Fred can say anything, “Our cauldron overheated and it caused the potion to explode. I would've been hit, too, if she hadn't asked me to start putting everything away.”
“Thank you, Mr. Jordan.” Madame Pomfrey nods at Lee, and the doors to the infirmary are thrown open once again as Percy Weasley strides in.
“You are going to be in so much trouble when I write to Mum about this.” Percy immediately begins to scold Fred, “Three hundred points from Gryffindor in the first week between you and George, and now another fifty apiece today? What were you thinking? Not to mention the fact that if it had been the potion that Professor Snape had originally been planning to have you brew, Freya could have been seriously hurt! I've half the mind to dock more points from you.” He turns to Madame Pomfrey and asks, “How is she?”
“You seem close to her.” Madame Pomfrey studies Percy closely, “Has she consumed anything that might interfere with her recovery?”
“She drinks a Wideye potion a couple times a week in order to be able to finish her homework.” His answer is almost a question, and he looks worried. “Will that effect her?”
“If she consumed one last night, then yes, it will.” Madame Pomfrey looks reluctant to answer the red-haired Prefect, “She may not wake up for a few days, a week at the most.”
“Fred.” Lee turns to one of his best friends, a serious look on his face, “You know I'm almost always one hundred percent for the pranks, but this was too much. Not only was there a possibility of you hurting me with that explosion, more importantly, you hurt Freya, and she doesn't do anything to anyone. I mean really, all she does is sit in the common room and study with Percy. This was one step too far.”
“No!” The scream comes from Freya, her back arching up from her bed without awakening her, “No! Don't touch them!” Flames dance from her fingertips as she lashes out, throwing her palm towards the ceiling as her nightmare escalates, “Don't hurt them! It's me you want. I'm her, I'm the heir. There's no other child. There's only me. No, no, no!”
She continues thrashing around in her sleep as the three boys and Madame Pomfrey rush over to her bed. Fred safely makes it to her side, while his brother, his best friend, and the matron run into a solid wall of air. He grabs her shoulders, shaking her, and tries to wake her.
“Peterson.” He calls her name in a desperate attempt to reach her in her dream, “Peterson! Oh my God. Freya!”
The wall of air suddenly dissolves, the flame pouring from her hand extinguishing, as she turns onto her side, towards Fred, and curls into a ball, trapping one of his hands beneath her shoulder. He gently tries to remove it, sliding it up towards her neck, and accidentally brushes it against her cheek as he slides his hand out from under her.
“Stay.” He barely hears her whisper, and if he wasn't right next to her, he doesn't think he would have seen her eyes flutter open for that moment, “Please, stay.”
He looks at her — startled — as the potion takes over once more and she drifts back into unconsciousness. Percy, Lee, and Madame Pomfrey cautiously attempt to make their way over to the bed once more, clueless on why they were stopped and Fred wasn't.
This time, they're able to make it to Freya's bedside, and anxiously hover over her. However, none of them notice the way Fred has carefully got his hand wrapped around hers, or that her hand subconsciously tightens around his every so often as if to reassure herself that he's still there.
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