The first time George Weasley saw Harry Potter, he was shocked. The boy-who-lived. Finally.
The second time he saw him, he thought he looked sickly. But given they were on the Hogwarts express, just leaving Kings Cross Station and he was sat in a compartment with Ronald. He thought it was maybe to be expected.
The third time he saw Harry James Potter that day, he laughed as the hat covered the other boy's eyes. Then he waited. Just like everyone else in the hall. They waited and watched as Harry became the first hat-stall of this year's cohort. Then they waited and watched as Harry became the longest hat stall of the pupils. Then they began to mutter to each other as he continued to sit there. Just before he would have become the longest hat stall they knew off, the hat opened its mouth and everyone went silent.
“Are you sure?” It asked aloud, unusually.
They watched as Harry nodded as best as he could.
“Okay, better be, GRYFFINDOR.”
The table erupted in cheers, Fred pulled stupefied George to his feet to celebrate. But rather than joining in with the yells, George continued to stare at Harry. Stare at the newest Gryffindor as he slowly came up to Ron. He was shaking. Why? George didn’t know, but he wanted to. This black haired boy had grabbed his attention. He was fixated now and until he knew everything about Harry, he would continue to be.
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That was his first mistake. It would take years until he knew everything. But I bet you don’t want me to jump that far in the future do you?
Back to the story? Okay, you got it.
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Over the next few weeks, George watched. He noticed how Harry didn’t eat much food, and if he was able to push the extra food Ron filled the plates with away, he did. He noticed how Harry never said no, it didn’t matter what Ron was asking him to do, the answer was pretty much always yes.
On Halloween, he watched. He noticed Harry not looking any different to normal. He noticed how everyone treated him normally. He walked up to him.
“Hi Harry. You okay?”
“Of course George. Why do people keep asking me that?”
“Well, it is just with the date and everything we’re worried about you.”
“It’s Halloween, what’s wrong with the date?”
George froze. Did… Did Harry not know?
“Do you not know?”
Looking at George, Harry was confused. The older guy looked like he was a ghost. He had obviously missed something. “George…” He stated, confused. “George, I don’t know what’s going on.”
Slapping his head into his hands George groaned. “Oh god.” looking up at the younger boy, he took a deep breath before telling him. “Harry, I am so sorry to be the one to tell you this. Today is the day that You-Know-Who attacked your home all those years ago.”
“Did.. You… My parents?”
“Yeah.” George whispered. Seeing tears welling up in Harrys’ eyes, George moves towards him and pulls him into his arms before whispering words of comfort to him like his Mum had always done for George. “It’s okay, let it out, we are here, not leaving. You are okay.”
After a few minutes of crying, Harry pulled back from the first ever hug he had received. Smiling slightly to his best mate's older brother, he spoke. “Thank you for telling me. I am glad you did, I needed to know.”
“If you need anything Harry, come find me yeah? I am here. You're my friend.”
George watched as Harry looked surprised at his words before he began to walk away. Sighing, George felt bad for the younger boy. Everyone in the wizarding world knew what today meant to one eleven year old boy, and no one thought to tell him himself. Standing in the hallway, George watched Harry turn the corner at the end of the hallway and felt like the biggest dick on earth.
“Hey statue!” George heart his twin yell at him. Turning around he saw Fred and Lee walking towards him. “What are you doing? Standing in the hallway like this. We’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
“Shaking himself out of the melancholy feelings, George teased back. “Obviously not everywhere. I bet this was the first place you lazy bones came.”
“Well I never!” Lee said before the trio burst into laughter.
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That evening, as the trio walked into the dining hall, George looked for Harry straight away. Seeing him, the two made eye contact, and a conversation was had without words. George, feeling a bit better now Harry said he is okay, sat down and began ladeling sweets onto his plate.
Just as he goes to eat his fifth puking pastel of the night, the double doors slammed open. All hell goes loose.
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“Percy, where is Ron?” Fred yelled to their brother once they were back in Gryffindor tower.
“He is… is… RON!” Percy yelled.
Snapping his head around, George tried to spot his wayward brother or his idiotic friend. Not seeing him in the common room, he sprinted up the stairs. Slamming the first year dorm door open, he froze as he noticed the room was empty. A second later Percy and Fred came up behind him.
“That shit.” The three said in unison.
“What do we do Percy?” George questioned as he turned to his older brother for guidance.
Placing his hand on the twins shoulders, Percy began to lead them all downstairs. “We go down and search for him and a teacher.”
Hearing Percy discuss breaking the school rules, they knew how dangerous this situation was. It was bad. Gulping, Fred took Geroge’s hand.
“Let us out.”
“No.”
“Please ,y fair lady, we have to.”
“The rules are that everyone stays in.”
“But our brother is out there!”
“Well the teachers will find him. My task is to not open this door.” The Fat Lady responded.
“But…”
“No buts.” She disappeared.
“Oh god.” Percy fell to the floor. His hands in his hair. They were screwed. Where was Ron?
Fred and Geroge sat down on either side of him, wrapping their arms around each other, the three Weasleys sat there. Trying not to cry, for what felt like ages before the fat lady opened the door and three giggling first years came in.
Their heads whipped up. “RON!” Percy yelled before scrambling up to grab his younger brother. Fred and Geroge followed him, tears beginning to slowly slide down Geroges’ face.
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The next day, George was on a mission. He needed to thank Harry. Ron had recounted what had happened, how he had saved them all. How he didn’t show any fear. He needed to speak to him.
Finding Harry sat at the lake as the sun was sitting, he sat beside him.
“You have been looking for me.”
“I have. I want to thank you Harry.”
“Don’t.”
“But.”
Turning to look at George at last, Harry shook his head. “No. I do not need any thanks. Just be with me for a bit?”
Nodding, George took the younger boy's hand, and they sat in silence as the sun finally set.
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The next year went similarly, George watching and Harry being stupidly heroic. He saved Ginny this time. And yet again, he refused thanks.
“No. You got me out in the summer. I don’t need you to say anything now. We are equal.”
“Harry…”
“No.” He glared.
“Okay.” George whispered in response, before taking Harrys’ hand and sitting in silence again. The best time of the year in his opinion.
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Harry’s third year was surprisingly quiet. With Fred and George being busy starting their job, and Harry being stuck in the castle with Black on the loose, the duo didn’t see each other much. The only big thing that happened during school time was when George got a hug from his crush. They gave Harry the map and the green-eyed boys’ way of thanking them was a big hug. George could feel Harry’s arms around him the rest of the day.
“God are you gone.” Fred said to his twin later.
“Yeah, I am.”
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Triwizard tournament. Harry was no doubt going to be a part of it no matter what.
He was right. The first task, George could not watch. Harry did it.
But that was when the next taks came. The Yule ball. George wanted to go with HArry. Harry wanted to go with George. Everyone knew but the other. It was madness.
Fred, after talking with Alicia of course, knew he needed to do something.
One day at dinner, when they were all sat together. Fred moved so his place was next to HArry and flinging an arm around his shoulder he got to work.
“Hey Harry.”
“Yes Fred?”
“Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears.”
“What?”
“Do you have a map? Because I just got lost in your eyes.”
“No. Leave me alone Fred.” Harry replied annoyed. Nodding He took his arm back and waited a bit. Seeing George a little annoyed too, Fred decided to up the anti.
“Harry.”
“What.”
Reaching forward, Fred swiped next to Harry’s lips, slowly and carefully. “You have a little something… here.” He whispered.
Staring into the Green eyes. The two froze. Harry was shocked and Fred was playing along. Suddenly, a hand slammed onto the table.
“Shut up Fred.” George snarked before asking to speak to Harry.
Following the storm cloud that was George out of the hall. Harry was nervous. What was going on?
“George?” Harry questioned when the duo were in a hidden passageway.
“I am going to kiss you.” He replied, ignoring Harry’s questioning voice. Not hearing a response, mainly because Harry liked George anyway, he went in.
The two felt amazing. They were two halves of the same soul coming together.
When they pulled apart, George asked Harry two questions:
“Harry, I really like you. Will you be my boyfriend and go to the ball with me?”
“Yes.” The younger whispered. The rest, was history.
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At the Yule ball, the duo danced the night away, in their own world, stealing kisses.
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As the war started, George held Harry through the nights.
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As the younger boy went to war, George stood by him as his right hand man.
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At the battle, Harry saved Fred, and George snogged his boyfriend.
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As Harry stood over the dead body of his manic stalker, George preposed.
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At their wedding, George learnt the final thing about Harry. But he was still fixated.
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As they grew older, and people told the story of the fire and night, they stayed intwined for history.