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12/01/2021 11:16 PM 

Slytherin Captain'

Why should I trust you after everything you’ve done?

 

George sat in the front row of the funeral. All he could do was stare at the coffin that held his twin brother, Fred. He wasn’t processing what was being said, not that he cared at the moment. He didn’t care what was going on around him. He just didn’t want to deal with today. But Mrs. Weasley insisted that George attend the funeral, say his last goodbye to Fred. Not that George really wanted to say goodbye to his twin. That made it all the more real to him, that Fred was no longer with him, with his family like he should be.

 

After about an hour, people were filing out of the court yard of Hogwarts and into the castle, which was still being rebuilt. But McGonagall had insisted on having the funerals at the school. Not that George wanted to be back there so soon. He had missed Tonk and Lupins funeral, but he had to attend Fred’s. Mrs. Weasley wasn’t having it when he repeatedly said no, not wanting to face the truth of Fred being gone.

 

George had sat for twenty minutes before Bill and Charlie finally managed to get the crying male to leave. He felt out of it, still having a hard time trying to process anything. He sat at the end of one of the tables, Firewhiskey in hand, when Marcus Flint approached him. The male stood there awkwardly, seeming like he wasn’t sure what to say. “If you have something to say Flint, just say it” George said flatley. He just wanted to go home.

 

“I just wanted to say” Marcus paused, like it was hard for him to say it “I just wanted to say I’m sorry about Fred” He finally managed to get out. “I know I wasn’t always the nicest, but I respect you two and what you managed to do with your shop” George eyed him suspiciously.

 

“Why should I trust you after everything you’ve done?” George asked as he looked up from where he sat. “After everything you’ve done, why should I trust you?” George asked. In school Marcus had put on the act of a Slytherin, but George didn’t know him well enough to know it was an act. 

 

Marcus looked down then back to George “That’s fair” He said as he put his hands into his pockets. “I came today to pay my respect to Fred. and to you, you can accept what I say, or not, but I really am sorry for the loss of Fred” He said again, before leaving George alone at the table.


 

12/01/2021 10:48 PM 

Drabble reply for Brilliantly Scary

With Christmas just around the corner, the shop was getting more and more busy as everyone was trying to get the things they wanted or needed for presents or things for celebration. George had been putting in longer hours trying to keep the products flowing and help as much as he could on the floor. But most of the time he was in the back room just to keep going with products. Maybe he should get the extra help. Sure, he had Verity, Lee Jordan and Ronald, but it was still time consuming. 

 

George was exhausted, even trying his hardest to hide it from Hermione and the kids. He didn’t want them to worry about him. HE sighed as he sat on the couch, his head on the back of it. He thought Hermione was out since they didn’t have any of the kids, but then he heard her call his name. He looked up to see Hermione approaching the living room, with a gift in hand. He sat up straight, giving her his best smile.

 

“Hermione” He said as he looked at her then at the gift.  "I have something for you. I was going to wait until Christmas eve but you seem to really need cheering up so I want you to open it now.” She said to him, holding out the gift. “Hermione, just having you here cheers me up” George replied as he tried to give her the present back.

 

She was persistent on opening it. All too excited. "And before you say no to opening it? Shut up. Do it. I want you to open this!" She bounced up and down as he took the package from her with a big smile on her face before sitting down in front of him on the floor. "Well? What are you waiting for? Open it! And before you joke about me being bossy? Remember you seem to like that since you asked me to marry you." Her tone came out teasingly as she put her hands on his knees.

 

George couldn’t help but chuckle at her bissy comment. It was true, he did like when she got bossy. But that’s not a reason why he was marrying. Her bossiness definitely helped him in the times that he needed to get motivated, but there were so many reasons why he was marrying her. “Ok ok. Keep your knickers on, I won’t keep you waiting” George said after she asked if he was going to keep her waiting.

 

George unwrapped the box, soon taking off the lid to the box. His eyes went wide as he saw the stick. “Hermione is this….?” He couldn’t finish his sentence as he picked up the stick. It showed two little pink lines. He could only assume that meant she was pregnant, otherwise she wouldn’t be giving it to him. Then he noticed the ultrasound pictures. “You're pregnant? Your actually pregnant?” George exclaimed as he picked up the sonogram picture. He had tears in his eyes, so happy that she was pregnant with his child….. Or children by the looks of the sonogram. 

 

“With twins!” He said happily. He could faintly make out two little toad-like things in the picture. He placed the box, pregnancy test and pictures on the coffee table and stood up, picking Hermione up and spun her around. Once he stopped he gave her a kiss. He was so happy and excited to be starting this journey with her. “How are you feeling?Can I get you anything? Or are you hungry?” He asked her as he set her on the couch.  He knew, just since she came into the living room that she was excited, and he was so excited to.


 

11/28/2021 07:59 PM 

Prompt for Outcast

How could I ever trust you?
 

George was on his knees as he looked up at the God of Mischief. Loki had terrorized them, beaten them, and still expected them to follow him. Now George was bloody, beaten and being threatened. But he was still sticking to his gut, this wasn’t right, he knew better then to side with some one who terrorized people. “Come on, we could do great things if you helped me, '' Loki said as he sneered down at George.

 

George spat at Loki, blood flying out of his mouth “I will never side with you” George said through his teeth. The guard that Loki had holding onto George pulled at the chains holding onto George’s wrist, making them pull on his shoulders. George grunted at the pain, but never wavered. “I’d rather die than help you” George had been through battle before, he knew what the most likely outcome could be.

 

“But with your….. Pranks, which are great, can cause so much chaos in both worlds” Loki said with a smirk. “We could rule together, but the Gods of Mischief. I can help get you the status of a God” Loki promised the young wizard. “You have a brilliant mind. A mind that I would love to have at my side” He said “Plus your powers? A young wizard like yourself can do so much with your life if you join me. You can live for centuries”

 

George looked up at Loki. It was hard to see him. His left eye was nearly swollen shut. His right eye was having a hard time focusing on the man before him. George would gladly take a beating again to defend the people who didn’t deserve to be terrorized by Loki. “How can I possibly trust you?” It was a legit question. George took a beating for defending people, how could he possibly trust Loki?

 

The God just sneered down at George. “You could, if you joined me. I have never strayed from something that I’ve offered if the person willingly joined me” George shook his head, still refusing to join him. “Nothing ever good comes out joining the wrong side” George said. Just then George felt a smack across his face, causing him to cry out in pain. One of Loki’s minions had backhanded George for saying Loki’s side was the wrong side. 

 

“Now now” Loki said “He’s allowed to have his opinion, even if it is wrong” Loki said just as George looked back at him. His cheek throbbed even more now. But he refused to give in. This wasn’t the first time he had been in a battle or captured, he was pretty sure it wouldn’t be the last time either.


 

11/28/2021 04:36 PM 

Dynasty December prompt

George didn’t want to do Christmas this year. No one was in a festive mood this year. Even Mrs. Weasley was missing the spring in her step with festivities. She tried to be lively, to seem like she was in the festive mood. But George knew better, they all knew better then to believe Mrs. Weasley wasn’t at the top of her game like she usually were. This year has been rough. With the battle of Hogwarts, the deaths that came with it, it had taken its toll on the Weasley family, on Hermione Granger and Harry Potter.

 

George had grabbed a cup of tea from the kitchen and headed to the living room, where everyone was doing something silently. It was only the beginning of December, but there wasn’t much laughter at the Burrow like there had been every year before/ “What would everyone like for Christmas?” Molly asked as she arrived into the living room with her own cup of tea. Everyone looked at Mrs. Weasley like she was an alien, unsure how to respond. Most not even wanting to celebrate 

 

What did George Weasley want for Christmas? HE looked down at the cup of tea that he held between his two shaky hands. What he wanted no one could simply buy. He wanted laughter. Sure, he could simply take something from his shop, it’ll get people to laugh. But not the belly laugh that had everyone on the floor. It’ll make people laugh, but not like it did before. He wanted everyone to feel normal. But how were they supposed to feel normal when normal is taken away? Normal being the entire family here.

 

Family. Tonks and Lupin. Fred. George looked at the clock that had a hand for every one, including Hermione and Harry. As he looked at the clock, his fingers found Fred’s hand that used to be on the clock. Fred was no longer here, neither was Tonks and Lupin. What did George want? George wanted Tonks and Lupin, they were part of the family. But most of all, he wanted them here for little Teddy, who would be growing up with his mother and father. Although Teddy was without his parents, he had his grandmother but also Harry and the Weasley’s. They all would make sure that little Teddy wouldn’t go without love and support. They’d all be there for him.

 

But most of all, what George wanted Fred back. His twin, partner in crime. Partner in the shop, the shop that they both worked so hard for. He missed Fred so much and never imagined life without him. They had spent twenty years doing almost everything together. Now George had to learn how to do everything by himself. Some days he felt like he was suffocating, the nightmares were never ending. His poor mother woke up in screaming fits for her son. Everyone looked at George with sadness because they all saw Fred in him.

 

What did George want for christmas? Nothing that money could buy but his brother, Tonks and Lupin. For laughter and fun times. He could feel the tears silently going down his face as he quickly left the living room to head to his room so he could have some privacy.


 

11/27/2021 08:34 PM 

Drabble reply for Brilliantly Scary

George’s eyebrows furrowed together as he looked Hermione over as she said she’d be fine alone for a few hours since he was going out to have dinner with his children and ex-wife.  “I just want to make sure you are absolutely sure you're fine for a few hours” George said gently. He kissed her back, sighing softly as she ran a hand through his hair. She said it was fine, spending the night alone while reading. He kissed her gently, then left the flat. At the bottom of the steps he met up with Angelina, Fred II and Roxanne.

 

George was always finding ways to spend time with his children. He wanted to show that even though their parents weren’t together any more, that they could still work together, have a healthy friendship while co-parenting them. It was working out better when Angelina and George were together. Their relationship wasn’t healthy, it was toxic and unfair to the both of them. It had taken four years to realize that. It wasn’t an environment that they wanted to raise their kids in. 

 

George knew, both him and Angelina had struggled since the war, since losing Fred. Both hoping to hold onto Fred in some way. They thought by being together, it would work. But it didn’t. George wasn’t Fred. He never could be his brother, even if he looked exactly like him. George was his own person, and has his own personality. Angelina only wanted George because of him looking like Fred. After years of struggles, and Mrs. Weasley about their relationship being unhealthy, they both agreed it was better to end it before it got worse. They were better off as friends, managing to co-parent quite well. 

 

As the night wore on with Angelina and the kids, it was easy now to reimence about Fred without completely breaking down. Sharing stories to the kids about their late uncle and the shenanigans the twins had had the kids roaring with laughter. It felt great to be able to do this. Was this how Hermione and Ron were with Hugo and Rose? George’s mind wandered to Hermione as the table got quiet as they ate their dinner. 

 

Was Hermione and Ron’s friendship better now that they weren’t together? Was their co-parenting of his niece and nephew going well? Was Hermione even happy with him? HE tried to remind her every day how much he loves her, how grateful to have her and allshe’s done for him. Does she feel the same way about him? Some days he felt guilty for the fact that he was with Hermione. Granted, she wasn’t with Ron any more, but every one had never anticipated George and Hermione to get together as both couples got divorced. Hell, George never anticipated it either.

 

Their relationship was a healthy one. Sure, they argued and fought, but always managed to make it up to each other afterwards, always working out their problems. Every day George told Hermione how much he loves her. He knew her insecurities got the better of her some days. Some days he wondered if they would have children of their own. Don’t get him wrong, he loves all his children. But sometimes he wondered if Hermione would like to have children with him. He knew he would love to have children one day with her, when she was ready to. And if she wasn’t, then that was fine with him.

 

A few hours later, supper was winding down. They had dessert and talked about how things were going in both homes. George missed the nights of talking to the kids and reading to them. But having them at the flat made George cherish them and their time even more. After everyone was done, George paid for their meal and they were heading out.

 

After making sure Angelina and the kids were safely home, George apparaited to the front of his shop. He headed in quietly, unsure if Hermione had dozed from reading in bed. He got to the door, only to hear soft sobs from his room. He was curious but confused as to why he heard her sobbing. “Hermione?” George said quietly as he opened the door. It was dark in their room as he approached the bed. His hand extended to her shoulder, frozen as he heard what she had to say. Eventually her words were cut short as she froze. It looked like fear crossed her face as she realized it was him. Who else would it be? Harry? Oh…. She had called Harry while he was out with Angie and the kids.

 

“Hermione” George said gently, Hermione dipped her head to avoid eye contact with him. “Hermione, look at me please” HE said in his gentle tone. When she wouldn’t willingly look at him, he used a finger on her chin to make her look at him. “Your feelings aren’t illogical. Or unvalid” He said. “You have every right to feel the way you do” He smiled softly at her. “No matter what the amount of time I spend with Angelina, will never make me go back to her” HE said. “What happened with her and I wasn’t meant to be. It wasn’t a healthy relationship” 

 

George wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her to his lap. “We have worked so hard for far too long for this relationship. We are here, together, because of how much we fought for it” He kissed her cheek. “Don’t shove down your insecurities. I love everything about you, even those insecurities. I don’t want any one else'' He grabbed his wand and flicked on the light so she could see him. He could see tears trickling down her cheeks, using a thumb he wiped them away.

 

“I want nobody else. No one can compare to how I feel for you” He hugged her tightly. “No matter what life throws at me, I want no one but you to tackle what’s thrown at me. I will be by your side no matter what. No matter what is thrown at you, I'm here. For the good and the bad, the ugly and beautiful. I love you more than anything Mrs. Hermione soon to be Weasley” He smiled when that got a small laugh from her. He meant every word he said. He’d be here for her, at any moment. He would help squash her insecurities when it comes to him


 

11/26/2021 09:16 PM 

Prompt for CursedREDnose

I didn’t mean to hurt you

 

To say that the last three months has been rough is understatement. It was hell. No matter what George did, he was in the wrong. He was used to feeling low, it was normal. His mother always belittled him for the things he did, the pranks and jokes, even commenting that his joke shop wasn’t something he should be doing. He had learnt at a young age to put on a mask, pretend that everything was well. But since the war had ended three months ago, it was hard to put on that mask that everything was fine.

 

He had fallen into a depression, sinking into despair. He felt like he was spiraling out of control and had no idea how to get out. Everyone was in a depressed state and trying to move on. George just felt stuck and unsure what to do. He hadn’t expected to lose Fred. He expected to lose people, lose friends, but didn’t expect to lose from his immediate family. Now what was he supposed to do?

 

George had been sitting in the law, doing nothing in particular, even though he had parchment, ink and quill. His mother had said sometimes it’s easier to write a letter, even if the letter doesn’t get to that person, it helps to get it off of his chest. So George had decided to write a letter to Fred, to help him move on. But George hadn't been able to do it. He didn’t know where to start. 

 

“George” HE heard from behind him, making him jump. He turned quickly to see Ginny approach him. “Hey Gin,” He said softly. “Seriously. You have to do something” She started on him. “You’ve been in this state for months” She stopped in front of him as he stood. “You're not the only one who lost someone in the battle” Ginny continued. “Everyone is finding it in them to move on. SO can you”

 

George looked surprised at Ginny. She wasn’t always like this. Had he gotten that bad that Ginny of all people was snapping at him? “Mum lost Fred too. Not just you, we all did” She crossed her arms.

 

Hurt flashed across George’s face. “Easy for you to say” George snapped. “Everyone has someone at their side to help them. No one bothers to look at the twin without pity” He shook his head. “Everyone expected me to be the same person I was before. Everyone expects me to crack jokes all the time” He looked at her with sad eyes. “Everyone doesn't want to seem to think that the person who made people laugh may need someone by his side to. SO thanks Ginny, for the reminder that I’m alone while you and everyone else has some one there for them”

 

Ginny’s jaw went slack at the sight of her brother, sad, hurt, angry. He didn’t snap, like at all. For him to do this, to snap at her, he was hurting pretty bad. She hadn’t thought of those things “I’m sorry George” She said as she tried to reach for him, but he stepped back. “I never meant to hurt you” She whispered as she tried again to reach for him. “You never meant to hurt me?” He said as he gave a humourless laugh “Yet you came waltzing down here to give me an ear full” 

 

George shook his head “It’s nice to know where I stand with everyone” HE scooped up the parchment, quill and ink, then apparated away to his flat. Where he could be alone, without having everyone look at him like he was pathetic, when all he needed was someone to be by his side.


 

11/26/2021 08:43 PM 

Prompt for CursedREDnose

To say that the last three months has been rough is understatement. It was hell. No matter what George did, he was in the wrong. He was used to feeling low, it was normal. His mother always belittled him for the things he did, the pranks and jokes, even commenting that his joke shop wasn’t something he should be doing. He had learnt at a young age to put on a mask, pretend that everything was well. But since the war had ended three months ago, it was hard to put on that mask that everything was fine.

 

He had fallen into a depression, sinking into despair. He felt like he was spiraling out of control and had no idea how to get out. Everyone was in a depressed state and trying to move on. George just felt stuck and unsure what to do. He hadn’t expected to lose Fred. He expected to lose people, lose friends, but didn’t expect to lose from his immediate family. Now what was he supposed to do?

 

George had been sitting in the law, doing nothing in particular, even though he had parchment, ink and quill. His mother had said sometimes it’s easier to write a letter, even if the letter doesn’t get to that person, it helps to get it off of his chest. So George had decided to write a letter to Fred, to help him move on. But George hadn't been able to do it. He didn’t know where to start. 

 

“George” HE heard from behind him, making him jump. He turned quickly to see Ginny approach him. “Hey Gin,” He said softly. “Seriously. You have to do something” She started on him. “You’ve been in this state for months” She stopped in front of him as he stood. “You're not the only one who lost someone in the battle” Ginny continued. “Everyone is finding it in them to move on. SO can you”

 

George looked surprised at Ginny. She wasn’t always like this. Had he gotten that bad that Ginny of all people was snapping at him? “Mum lost Fred too. Not just you, we all did” She crossed her arms.

 

Hurt flashed across George’s face. “Easy for you to say” George snapped. “Everyone has someone at their side to help them. No one bothers to look at the twin without pity” He shook his head. “Everyone expected me to be the same person I was before. Everyone expects me to crack jokes all the time” He looked at her with sad eyes. “Everyone doesn't want to seem to think that the person who made people laugh may need someone by his side to. SO thanks Ginny, for the reminder that I’m alone while you and everyone else has some one there for them”

 

Ginny’s jaw went slack at the sight of her brother, sad, hurt, angry. He didn’t snap, like at all. For him to do this, to snap at her, he was hurting pretty bad. She hadn’t thought of those things “I’m sorry George” She said as she tried to reach for him, but he stepped back. “I never meant to hurt you” She whispered as she tried again to reach for him. “You never meant to hurt me?” He said as he gave a humourless laugh “Yet you came waltzing down here to give me an ear full” 

 

George shook his head “It’s nice to know where I stand with everyone” HE scooped up the parchment, quill and ink, then apparated away to his flat. Where he could be alone, without having everyone look at him like he was pathetic, when all he needed was someone to be by his side.


 

11/26/2021 04:16 PM 

Prompt for 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒕.

  Tell me it’s not true

 

George sighed as he closed the door of the Burrow behind him. It didn’t go over well. Was he delusional to think it would’ve went well to tell his family that Hermione and Him were together? Maybe. But everything since the war had been a whirlwind of emotions. Of trying to navigate through it all. After the marriage between him and Angelina Johnson failed, he felt like he was going through a haze, barely living. But then the relationship between him and Hermione happened. It was all still new and fresh. She made him feel more than his own despair. He felt like he was slowly, very slowly healing with her help, just like he was doing with her, helping her heal.

 

George stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked the length of the garden to the pond that sat near the fence the Weasley’s had surrounding their home. The four years that Angelina and George were married had been rough, it hadn’t been fair to either of them. But now, they have worked out a way to co-parent and still remain friends. And now that he and Hermione were together? Could he hold onto everything still? Hold onto keeping his kids, keep Hermione? Make his family happy? It felt like everything was going to crumple beneath him.

 

“Tell me it’s not true” George heard behind him, making him jump. He turned to see his youngest brother, Ronald, standing ten feet away from him, hands clenched together. “Tell you what?” George asked, confused. “Tell me that it’s not true, tell me that I heard wrong '' He said, glaring at his brother. “Tell me it's not true that you and Hermione are together” He said through his teeth. George sighed, rolling his eyes. Of course Ron would have an issue with it. Not that it mattered, not like Ron and Hermione were together any more any ways. 

 

“It’s true. Her and I are together” George said as he faced his brother. “We’ve been together for a little while now” George said as he ran a hand through his ginger hair. “Why? Of every one that you could have, you picked Hermione?!” Ron nearly shouted. “You think I went out of my way to get Hermione to like me?” He asked. “You're delusional if you think that” George said as he turned away to look at the pond. 

 

“I had no intentions to find out that she may like me,” George admitted. He felt his heart ach. He didn’t go out of his way to see Hermione, to find out if there was something there between them. After his failed marriage to Angelina, he wasn’t going out of his way to look for love. Granted, he had loved Hermione for so long, but never went after her, not wanting to step on Ron’s toes at the time. But now? Now that Hermione and Ron weren’t together? No. It would’ve been foolish to ever think that he could. But as circumstances would have it, the universe seemed to have thrown them together, knowing that they needed someone to help their struggles. George would forever be grateful for this chance with her.

 

“So yes” George looked back at his little brother, who was as red as hair with anger. “We are together. Like it or not, I don’t give a sh*t, you squandered your chance with her. Your chance with her has passed. For whatever reason, she likes me, I’m going to take a chance on her. I am going to help her with her struggles just like she’s been doing for me. I’m not going to let her slip through my fingers” And with that, George rushed past his brother to head inside to get Hermione, and leave to his flat with her, making sure she was able to unwind from all this hectic day.


 

11/24/2021 08:46 PM 

Tragedy: word prompt

 

Tragedy
May 2nd, 2003, 5 years after the Battle of Hogwarts
Tragedy had struck in the most unexpected way. Sure, the Weasley twin knew that the battle would end with people dying, the lives of people he knew, there were people who he didn’t know, who lost their lives on that tragic day. It still haunted him to this day. Sure, it had been five years since that day. And he laid awake in bed, the morning of the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts.

 

 

He still lived above the shop, with Hermione. Though he had to do some work on the flat to accomodate for the children when they spent the night. Sometimes they had all 4 of the kids at once, sometimes only a few. But they were happy with what they got and who they got to spend time with, granted, George Weasley liked the fact that they at times had his kids there. Even though Hugo and Rose weren’t biologically his, he still loves them all the same.

 

George sighed as he looked to his left to see his fiance sleeping. She looked so peaceful, but for how long would she be? Soon they would be getting up and heading to the Burrow. His mother wanted to do another brunch on the anniversary of the battle to celebrate the win again. She did that every year since the battle. Was it her way of mourning still? The first war she lost her twin brothers, the last war she had lost one of her sons, who just happened to be a twin. Today was another day to celebrate. Celebrate that they were alive. Celebrate the lives of who weren’t with them any more. That’s how she looked at it.

 

Thou George mourned the deaths, some days his mind wandered to the tragic death of his twin brother, Fred. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but this was his reality. His reality since the battle. He knew he had so much to live for and would forever be grateful to be still alive. But he just wished Fred could be here with him, to see his nieces and nephews, to help with the shop. The shop had been their pride, something that they had worked so hard for for so long. After the war it took everything in George to keep the shop running. But once he started getting better it was worth it to keep the shop running again.

 

George felt the tears prick at the corner of his eyes as he thought of Fred, of what they worked for and how it rested on him. He knew today would be hard again. He went to get up, he knew he was going to cry, he always did on this day. And he didn’t want to wake Hermione with his sobbing. It hadn’t failed before, he always ends up crying on this day.

 

As he stood up, he felt a hand on his  “You can do it here” Hermione whispered. “Do what?” He asked, unable to look at her “I know you cry, I know you try to get up before me to cry” She pulled him back onto the bed. George resisted for a moment, then laid back down, he laid on his side, facing Hermione. She had tears in her eyes too. This wasn’t the first time they had cried together. But for whatever reason, George tried to get the crying out of his system so he could be there for Hermione, support her, that he wouldn’t break down when she needed him.

 

George closed his eyes, his bottom lip quivering. He could feel Hermione reach out to wrap her arms around him. He could feel her body shake as she sobbed softly. George couldn’t hold his tears back, he could feel them flowing down his cheeks. To be able to break down like this with Hermione was something he never experienced before, to have someone there, someone who was willing to see that side of you.

 

They laid there for at least twenty minutes, eventually just laying in eachothers arms. They didn’t always need to talk to communicate, just holding each other, being there for eachother, said a lot more than words could. Even if it was for a little bit before Mrs. Weasley’s owl landed with a thud against the window of the room. George sighed as he flicked his wrist to the window and the bird came in. He sat up a little to get the letter and give the bird a treat before it headed off again.

 

“Mum is expecting us soon,” George said softly after reading the letter. “I’d rather not remember this day, this day that took the lives of many” He said gently. “It's just a tragedy” He couldn’t look at Hermione again, but he could feel her moving so she could rest her cheek against his shoulder. He could feel the tears prickling at the corner of his eyes again. Closing his eyes, he willed them away.

 

“Sometimes the worst tragedies we endure in life aren’t physical ones, but ones that leave an impact” She said softly as she snaked her arm around his waist, holding him close. “But sometimes, out of every tragedy comes new strength” George looked over his shoulder and down at her. She was right. Out of the tragic day, moving forward since then, had brought them together. Everything they endured since that day, led them being together. Lead them both happily together. Both finally able to love freely.

 

“I love you Ms. Granger” He said as he spun around and took her by the waist. “I have loved you for such a long time” Since before his fifth year. He laid on the bed again, pulling Hermione to him, wrapping the blanket around them as he wrapped an arm around her waist. He hated this day, for many reasons. He had barely survived the fatal day, he hated that he had to relive it every year since then. But with Hermione by his side, he knew he could get through it. He could get through anything with her.

 

“We are healing. We’ve been healing. We’ll get better and when we remember the day, it won’t be with misery, it’ll be a lesson.” Hermione whispered as she looked at her soon to be husbands face. George looked down at her, a soft smile on his face. “No matter what life throws at us” He whispered “We’ll make it through. You're a bright witch, along with my goofy self, I know I can help ease your stress with whatever comes our way” He knew, when he would need her seriousness, she would be there.

Through tragedy they were together. Through tragedy they found each other. They were mending each other. And in love
Created by Patriot

 


 

11/11/2021 05:06 PM 

Prompt for Head Prat

Panic, that’s all George could feel, was panic. He had lost sight of Fred for ages. They had gotten separated as death eaters took them into different directions. It had been 3 hours since the last time George saw Fred. Now he had no idea where he was and it was causing him to panic.

 

Every which way he went, he was caught by death eaters, or helping someone fend off a death eater. As he got deeper into the castle, there was an explosion, which only fueled George to hurry.

 

He spent twenty minutes running like a chicken with its head cut off until he came to the room of requirements. “FREDDIE?” He called, trying to keep his voice calm, which was taking a lot of effort now. “FREDDIE! WHERE ARE YOU?” He was feeling helpless since he couldn’t figure out where he was. “Come on. Come on” He sprinted about ten more steps until a pair of hands found him.

 

“George” a male voice said, it sounded almost like it was panicking. “George, go back, go back the way you came from” George looked down to see it was Percy, who looked almost as horrible as George did. His hands painfully gripped at his arms as he tried to make him move backwards. 

 

The fact that Percy of all people was telling him to go back, he knew that something was wrong. “Percy” George ‘s hands were shaking as he gripped Percy by the shoulders. “What’s going on?” He asked as the panic started to rise in him. “What happened?” He realized that most of the wall from the room of requirements was blown to pieces.

 

“Where’s Freddie?” He asked as Percy once again tried to shove him to go back in the other direction but George was determined to find him, to find out what’s going on. But it seemed that George was stronger and he got away from the older brother. “There was an explosion” Percy said as he tried to keep up with the twin.

 

“An explosion?” The bewildered look on George’s face made Percy stop in his tracks. “Fred got caught in the debris of the wall” Percy said. There was none of the usual seriousness in his voice, only sadness. “No. No he didn’t. Is this some type of joke?” George looked around and called out for his twin. But as he headed towards the wall, he realized his brother wasn’t joking.

 

His eyes fell onto the lifeless form of his brother. The debris had been removed from him, it looked like someone had tried to get to him in time, but didn’t manage to. “No. No” George’s feet seemed to have been moving on their own as he found himself at Fred, hugging his lifeless body “Freddie. No. Freddie. I need you” He shrieked. 

 

George had no care in what was going on around him, all he cared about was the fact that his brother was dead. “We need to go,” Percy said as he and Bill tried to pry George away from Fred. George’s arms went around Percy in a panic, having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that Fred was no longer there, that Fred was dead.

 

Percy let George grip onto him as he steered him away from where Fred was, from where Arther and Charlie were lifting the lifeless body of Fred onto a stretcher to move him.


 

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