Back Together
“How are you Georgie? Doin’ alright?” Fred asked his twin on Christmas. “I wish I could say I was, Freddie…” George said while looking out his window at the moon. It has been about a month and a half since you left. He looked down at the ring he kept staring at everyday since you left. “What if she doesn't come back? What will happen then? Will she have the baby alone?” George was thinking out loud again. He did that a lot when he was alone or with people he could trust. Now that number seems to go down every day. He didn't think he could trust anyone for that matter, after you left. You broke him.
You carried on with your life in the house in the forest, oblivious to what was going on elsewhere. For the moons, you teleported to the place you and Remus went for your first transformation together. It made you think of him. Of Remus, and George, and Castor. Of Molly, and Fred, and Lee, and your friends, and even Sirius Black. You looked down at your ring that George gave you. You got up off the couch in the small room you have refused to leave, and went into the bathroom. It was Christmas and in oversize sweaters, you couldn't really tell you were pregnant. You thought of what you did when you just abruptly left everyone, and tried so hard to convince yourself you did the right thing and they would have been in danger. Danger. A werewolf having a child means danger.
As the moons passed, the more you two hurt. Emotions became a little harder to handle, and some days neither of you could feel much of anything. January and February came and passed. It didn't take too long to notice your stomach seemed a little larger, and larger. Twins? Merlin, you miss the twins so much…
The end of the year came and passed, and summer was upon the students. George received a letter from Scarlette on the anniversary of the day you left the Malfoy’s, and almost picked up his wand and his broom when he read “Ya’ know the one house- the one in the forest Cerise took us? It seemed like she knew what she was doing. Kinda like she was there before. It would be really messed up if she was there and just hiding away from everybody…”. The next 8 weeks would be so stupidly slow for George.
You started having more visions, almost like you were seeing the future. One time you saw Sirius and Remus song with other Authors and people Dumbledoor trusts gathered at a long table. You saw the Weasley's, and what you thought to be yourself. Lyra was in the doorway just watching it all and taking in her surroundings. Another time you saw Remus hugging a muggle, and they seemed to be meeting after a while- as if they were old friends. You seemed to notice the pregnancy cravings were getting out of hand when you wanted nothing but butterbeer, and you don't even like butterbeer! That was when you went to Hogsmeade in disguise. You had blonde hair and brown eyes, something you couldn't get recognized by. You even were able to hide your baby bump.
When summer was finally over, nobody in the entire world could have been more happy to be on the train back to Hogwarts then George Weasley. He waited through the sorting ceremony, and when the feast was over he got ready for bed as soon as he could- he couldn't go tonight so he would go tomorrow morning. He got up at 5:30, got his broom, and hopefully set off in the right direction. He was flying even past the sunrise trying to find even a hint of the house, when he spotted it. A small patch of land visible through the trees. He landed, then followed the small and thin winding path until he reached a cabin-like house sitting just hidden from the rest of the world.
You heard the door open, and a voice rang out “Hello? Cerise?”. You would know that voice from anywhere. You didn't hear anything, so you guessed George was waiting for even the smallest of sounds. It sounded like he started crying and when he was just about to leave, you called “George?”. He must have heard you, because you hear him thundering up the stairs like his life depends on it. You open the door to get out of the room you were in, when George hugs you tight like he thought he would never have seen you again. ”Merlin, I’ve missed you so much!” he said, his face buried in your hair. Neither of you wanted to part with each other for the rest of our lives.