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Ghost | G.W.
George Weasley x Ravenclaw female reader
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Warning:references to death
Summary:George protects himself from the rain under the roof of the Wooden Bridge,where he meets a girl. What he doesn’t know is that the pretty lady hides a secret.
(Gif not mine-credits to the maker)
At Hogwarts February is the rainiest month of the year,you might be walking around and suddenly feel raindrops falling on your face,wetting your cheeks and your hair.
Some finds poetry in the rain,others just melancholy,but what matters is that you can’t control it. When it rains,it rains and all you can do is find a warm place where hide and wait the sunlight:that’s what George was doing under the Wooden Bridge during the grey Friday evening he met the girl he fell in love with.
He ran down from the clock tower,sneezing as soon as the sole of his boots touched the wooden floor of the bridge,his face hidden between his hands. <<Bless you>> a voice said,making George lift his head <<Thanks-the angles of his lips curved in a little smile-you are?>> he asked <<Y/n>> you smiled,closing your books <<Sorry,I didn’t mean to bother you I was just looking for a place where to protect myself from the rain>> he explained <<No one never bothers me,especially if he’s a Weasley>>.
The boy laughed and sat next to you <<I didn’t know my family had fans>> <<Not really a fan. I saw what you did to Umbridge>> you said <<The little prank uh? Well something Fred and I are proud of. You liked that didn’t you?>> he asked,his elbow hitting your forearm <<I did. It was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen>> <<I don’t remember you were there>> the boy suddenly said,you shrugged your shoulders <<I’m a quiet person,I easily go unnoticed>> you replied <<So sad,pretty girls don’t deserve such a treatment>> <<Pretty girls? Are you always so flirty?>> <<Sometimes>> he joked.
<<What are you reading?>> George asked,grabbing your book <<A collection of John Keats’ poems>> you replied while the boy’s hands accidentally touched yours <<You’re so cold,Y/n. You’ll get a fever>> he said,immediately leaving the book on your knees to hold your hands. You rejected him,moving your hands away <<Don’t worry George,my hands are always cold>> <<That’s not good>> he looked at you,his eyebrows lifted up in a so called dad stare,you laughed <<Oh shut up>> you replied.
Suddenly the rain stopped <<The sun’s about to comeback>> you said,standing up and looking at the sky,George did the same <<It is. Well I’d better go back to the Gryffindor common room,Fred is surely waiting for me. We’ll see each other again,won’t we...pretty girl?>> he smirked,you tilted your head a little bit <<If you want to>> <<I do>> George immediately said <<Great. See you tomorrow,right here. Same time>> <<Fine. Have a good day,Y/n>> <<You too>> Goeorge smiled at you and then left.
A few weeks later in the Great Hall
<<So someone’s here’s in love!>> Ron taunted George <<Shut up!>> he replied <<What’s the name of the girl again?>> Hermione asked <<It’s Y/n>> <<Y/n...-the witch looked confused-and you said that she’s a Ravenclaw,right?>> George nodded <<Why do you look so perplexed?>> he asked <<Because I’ve never heard of her>> the witch replied <<The school’s big Hermione. I don’t see the problem>> Harry said <<I know but...it’s strange>> <<Let’s ask to Luna then,she’s coming>> the boy called the blonde girl,who sat in front of him <<What’s up guys? Is it about Nargles?>> she asked,George shaked his head <<Do you know Y/n?>> he demanded <<Y/n...Y/n...I might,her name reminds me of someone. Who is she?>> <<She’s one of your housemates>> <<I don’t think so>> Luna replied <<What? Listen I’ve been meeting her everyday recently and she always wears a Ravenclaw scarf>> George persisted.Suddenly a light shined in Luna’s eyes <<Wait,are you talking about Y/n Y/l/n?>> <<Yes. Seen it! Y/n’s just a shy girl>> he said <<You mean she’s dead>>.
George froze on the place at the girl’s words <<It’s impossible,I’ve met her yesterday and I assure you she’s the healthiest person I’ve ever seen>> <<I think you’ve been meeting her ghost,George. She died years ago>> Luna kept talking;Hermione suddenly butted in the conversation <<For the beard of Merlin,she’s right! I’ve read about her death in a old copy of The Daily Prophet,I had found it in the library! That’s why everything seemed strange to me>>. George stood up,he had never looked so exasperated before <<It’s clear you’re both wrong>> he said walking away to reach you on the Wooden Bridge.
Once he had arrived no one was there. He looked around,already sad at the thought you wouldn’t come that day,but suddenly some lips as cold as ice left a kiss on his cheek,sending shivers all along his back. George turned,seeing you standing in front of him <<Hi>> you greeted him with a smile <<Hello Y/n. How are you?>> he asked <<I’m fine,but you look worried. Is everything okay?>> you demanded. The Weasley sighed,leaning his arms on the wood of the bridge and then he talked,staring at the beautiful scenario in front of him.
<<Luna and Hermione told me you’re a ghost-a little laugh escaped his mouth-it’s funny,don’t you think? I could expect Luna saying something like that but Hermione...maybe she isn’t that brilliant>>. You sighed,your chin was now resting on George’s shoulder <<You found it out>> you whispered.
George got petrified <<Excuse me? Are you joking?>> she asked,you shaked your head and looked down at the clean and deep water of the Black Lake <<I’m not,George,I wish I was...but I’m not lying. I died a long ago>> <<You died here,right?>> he demanded,his eyes were now full of an uncommon sadness for him;you nodded <<It was a rainy day. I was reading when I saw a bird. He was flying all around the bridge,up and down. Its plumage was the prettiest I’ve ever seen but while trying to see him well I’ve stretched my body too much on the edge and...and I’ve fallen down..in the water,drowning. No one has ever found my body. I’m a part of the lake now>> you explained,staring to un undefined point down from the bridge.
George gulped,trying not to cry <<When did it happen?>> <<1980. 4th of February 1980>> you answered,seeing George tearing up <<Don’t cry>> your hand caressed his cheek <<That’s unfair>> he mumbled <<Life is unfair. But everyone has its own faith,I’ve accepted it years ago and now I’m fine>> you wiped his tears away <<Can I still love you?>> those words flew out from George’s mout like graceful butterflies.
The sudden question left you speechless. <<You...you love me?>> you asked,not believing in his words <<I do. I wanted to confess you my feelings but it seems you preceded me with something bigger>>;you looked down <<You can’t love me,George. I’m a ghost>> you whispered <<So? Where’s the problem? You’re different from the other ghosts:you’re not air you’re...you’re more like a person...I...I can touch you>> he said,his hands were now on your cheeks <<It’s a spell,George. That’s it. I’ll become air as soon as you leave>> you confessed <<So what? You can use the spell everytime you hang out with me>> <<I can’t leave this bridge. I haven’t been asking you to meet me here just because it’s romantic...I’ve been doing it because my body is linked to this place>>.
The boy’s face got pale <<Fine,I’ll come here everyday,just as we’ve been doing until now>> you shaked your head <<I made a mistake,George,I should’ve not tried to become friend with you. It was so stupid>> you told him,breaking his heart <<It’s not. I’m happy I’ve met you>> <<No you aren’t! Not anymore,at least. Merlin,I didn’t think you would fall in love with me...I should have stopped seeing you after our first meeting. I’m...I’m sorry George>> you wanted to cry but you couldn’t:ghosts don’t have tears to cry when they’re sad. <<What do you mean? What’s the point of this conversation,Y/n?>> the Gryffindor asked <<We can’t see each other anymore>> you said. <<But- >> you cut the boy’s sentence out <<No buts,George,I love you too. I love you with my whole heart and that’s the problem. Things can’t work out,we need to stop>>.
George stayed silent,his eyes stucked in yours and his breath warming the skin of your face;you were about to talk when his lips touched yours. You both shared a gentle,icy kiss wet by the tears of two hearts who needed to love each other but who couldn’t. <<Be happy George,from now on I’ll be watching on you,and one day when I’ll find a way out from this cage and you will have lived a happy,long life we’ll meet again>> you said,a smile was born between your tears <<Promise me>> George whispered <<I do promise you>> you replied,disappearing.
From that day every week on the deck appeared a bouquet of white roses. No student knew who was going to leave them here, but on the notelet they always read verses from John Keats’ poems.
Hiraeth | G.W.
George Weasley x Reader
Warning:references to death and war,blood
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Hiraeth:a home sickness for a home to which you can not return,a home which maybe never was;the nostalgia,the yearning,the grief for the lost places of your past
Summary:Fred was your home but after his death you fell in hiraeth,discovering that George will be your new home.
The clock ticked in the empty room of the Hogwarts dungeon as you were lost in your thoughts.
Everything seemed to be back at normal:students filled the corridors with noises and runs,the desks were covered in pens and sheets again and there wasn’t a single crap in the Hogwarts walls,even the Wooden Bridge had been completely rebuilt.
New professors walked along the courtyard,greeting their students:the old ones smiled seeming they had forgotten everything,the newest probably didn’t even fully understand what had happened a few months before on that ground,they couldn’t imagine they were walking on a rebuilt graveyard...but you could,and that thought didn’t help repeating the year you had missed.
Sometimes you could still see the bodies of your friends laying in the great hall,all stained in mud and drowned in blood,you could still feel the smell of death and the loud noises coming from the giants destroying the school...sometimes you could still even hear Bellatrix’s screams and evil laughters while she was busy throwing forbidden curses here and there.
You felt shives going along your spine as you shaked your head,trying to return to the reality to look again into the Mirror of erised in front of you.
You touched the cold glass with the palm of your hand,tearing up at the boy you could see in the reflection. <<Hi Fred>> you whispered curving your lips in a weack smile.
Fred was standing there in front of you,leaning a shoulder against what it seemed to be the wall of one of the Hogwarts corridors,he was playing with a little firework which flew from one of his fingers to another,then up in the air,followed by the boy’s eyes which later moved,looking at you for a few seconds until the little light was back on Fred’s fingers.
You knew it wasn’t really him,what you were seeing was just the reflection of a short moment repeating himself. The mirror was showing you your biggest desire:see Fred back at the simple things he used to do in his everyday life and one of them was,obviously,playing with the Weasley products.
It had been months since you lost him,but,for you,those months didn’t really passed. Your mind was still stuck there,was stuck at Fred’s body laying on the floor surrounded by his family crying their souls out,you were stuck at Hermione’s hug you felt when your knees became too weak to let you stand properly,you were stuck at your bruises burning as tears were wetting your face...you were stuck at the moment you found out that people can’t always recover from the pain life throws in their lives.
The following days you stayed at the Burrow with the Weasleys,eating in silence as Fred wasn’t there to joke with George nor to lift your humour up. You spent days closed in his room,looking at his books,rolling yourself up in his blankets which were still smelling of his scent and wearing his sweaters to replace the feeling of his arms wrapped in a hug around your body. You even ended up arguing with Percy as he didn’t want to see you stealing what was from Fred’s,but you never stealed anything...you hadn’t the courage to do it,Molly had to give you Fred’s latest Christmas sweater saying that you had too keep it as he loved to see you walk around the Burrow wearing it. And you thanked her in tears,receiving an hug that almost felt as warm as Fred’s one.
<<I’d need one of your jokes right now>> you muttered,looking in the boy’s eyes which were again chained to yours.
<<Why did the gym close down?-a sudden voice said-it just didn’t work out!>> you immediatly turned,seeing a boy standing in the twilight. For a second your heart stopped,mistaking him for Fred but your brain immediately snapped,calling your feelings dumbasses as it couldn’t be. It was George.
<<Wanna attend school again?>> you joked,the ginger boy rolled his eyes <<Just checking how things are going here at Hogwarts. The new potion teacher seems to be a cool person. I wish he taught me instead of Snape>> George said bitterly,you knew he reached a point where he was even missing that man <<Just the children we were years ago thought that. After all he was a great professor>> you replied,seeing George nodding and walking towards you,sitting on the ground.
<<Do you see the same as me,don’t you?>> you immediately asked as the boy looked in the Mirror of erised <<This bastard should had been destroyed years ago by Dumbledore-he mumbled-but I do. I do see him,Y/n. He’s right there,sitting on the desk in the office of our jokes shop. He hated chairs,and he hated sitting like a normal person>> George smile and his eyes shined <<You see him at the joke shop with you? I see him here at Hogwarts. He’s playing with s little flying firework>> you replied,wrapping your arms around George’s forearm and resting your cheek on his shoulder.
You closed your eyes,smelling the same scent of Fred’s. George caressed your leg and even his hand seemed to be his brother’s,you sighed and then smiled as soon as a sense of familiarity caught you,making your heart feel a little lighter. But that feeling didn’t last for long as you immediately returned to reality and felt guilty:George wasn’t Fred,Fred wasn’t George and for as much as they were identical they had different identities and you didn’t want to mix them up,George didn’t deserve such a treatment.
<<I’m sorry>> you said,looking down <<Don’t be. I look in the mirror and all I see it’s him>> the boy whispered <<But you’re not,George. He was a part of you in the same way you were a part of him...but you had always been two different people>>. George smiled and looked at you,feeling his heart melt at those words <<It’s hard for both of us,but I really do appreciate the way you’re splitting us apart. Thank you,it really helps>> he soft spoken and,without even realising it,his face was now a few inches away from yours.
Your noses were almost touching while the pupils of your eyes were chained together. In that moment,under the faint light of the dungeon,you realised that there couldn’t be another Fred but,surely,in your heart there could be a place for another man as special as Fred...in that moment you realised that,after all,something special had begun to grow between you and George. You realised that from the dry soil of pain could still blossom a flower,a beautiful daisy you wanted to grow with George.
Butterflies begun to fly in your stomach while you slowly set to zero the space between your lips. George leaned in,kissing you gently and warmly,making you feel alive again and gifting you with a light you thought the battle of Hogwarts turned off forever.
<<Thank you for loving George and not Fred’s shadow>> the ginger boy whispered <<There’s so much to love in George>> you replied,smiling.
George stood up,cleaning his trousers from the dust of the ground and grabbed the sheet which was supposed to cover the mirror <<We need to leave it here,forever. It won’t bring our Fred back and I’m sure that he would love to kick both of us right now>> the ginger boy said <<Why do you think that?>> you asked. George looked at you <<Because we’re wasting time. The same time Fred didn’t get. He fought for us to be here today and now,wherever he is,I’m sure he want us to fully live our life. We owe him>> he replied <<You’re right>> you said,helping George covering the object.
<<The past is in the past,Y/n. No more pain,no more violence just love for the life we had the luck to live>> George said firmly looking in your eyes. You hold his hand and nodded <<Fine. Let’s leave and restart everything,together>> you smiled <<Together>> George repeated.
Years later
<<I am excited. So freaking excited!>> a little boy with ginger hair was screaming,running from a corner to another of King’s Cross. <<George he’s going to hit someone and get hurt!>> you yelled at your husband who was running towards the kid <<I’m trying Y/n!>> he yelled back,finally lifting up from the ground the boy and carrying him on his shoulder <<But I was having fun!>> he mumbled <<Sweetie you’re not at home,you can’t have fun however you want>> you looked at him <<Dad is mommy right? You know that I love you dad>> <<Fred I’m not going to defend you,mommy’s right>> George replied,putting the kid who was already huffing down as you reached platform 9¾.
<<Ready Fred?>> George asked smiling at his son <<Ready dad!>> Fred replied <<Write often to us,okay? And don’t put yourself in troubles>> you said <<I’m not mom>> he exclaimed,leaving a kiss on your cheek and then leaving a kiss on George’s too. <<Do you have everything,right? Books,howl,wand...>> George cut your sentence off <<Love he has everything,we both checked. Let him go,he wants to start his first year of school. Don’t you Freddie?>> George smiled and the kid immediately nodded <<Then go. You’re free>> you joked,seeing the boy run on the train and wish you a goodbye from the window.
<<I hope everything’s going to be alright>> you muttered in concern,reasting your chin on George’s shoulder <<He’s going to be a great wizard,Y/n. I’m sure,don’t worry>> he reassured you <<Oh I’m not worried about that,George,he surely will be an amazing wizard...I’m worried about the amount of letters of complaint we’re going to receive from the school>> you sighed,and George laughed <<We’ll deal with it just like Fred’s grandmother did>> your husband replied,laughing as he kissed your cheek.