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3- tu es ma magie

AN
hey again

i have now planned a storyline and everything for this story, regretting making it a oneshot but whatever yanno haha.. also i cannot take myself seriously im sorry

and yes i am basing young george off of young me. and now me. which is basically just burnt out gifted kid with anxiety and trauma. ait so back to the story

ok so official desc;

chapter three- broken glass

georges perfect family breaks, and the shards settle in him.

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GOGY POV UWUWWUUWU
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i knew something was off the moment i stepped into the kitchen.

«you said we have to talk?» my mama looks at her feet as i speak.

«yes, my love, sit down please.» i glance at papa, sitting across the table with an almost guilty look on his face.

of course, by now i knew what was to come. i had expected the divorce after the endless hours of fighting i heard from my room back in france.

what i did not expect, however, was mama telling me papa was leaving.

«he has found another woman, and he is moving to america with her.» mama looks like she is on the verge of tears.

i want to comfort her, but my frustration gets the best of me. this was the last thing i needed right now. i glare at my «guilty-looking» papa, only now feeling the tears burning in the back of my eyes.

«son, ill come see you, i wont be far-
«i dont want to see you.»

my voice cracks painfully in the middle of my sentence. i see my papas face contort into hurt- something i wasnt used to seeing him in.

i almost feel sorry for him. then i remember this is his own choice. that its his fault, that it was he who chose to leave us here.

and as i storm out of the room, blinking out the tears so painfully stinging at my eyes, i hear my mama shout my name.

my papa says nothing.

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georges birthday (:
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my papa had left a few days ago. i hadnt cried after they announced it- it was easier to just forget.

but clay keeps me from such depressing thoughts. we would play every day, and he would teach me about magic and wizards and spells and quidditch, and i would sit and listen to him speak for hours.

clay had told me how muggle-borns were made (thats what im called, apparently), and he said it was caused by a squib entering your family tree. their magic blood skipped a generation or two before settling into you. it was pretty rare, as he put it.

and of course i knew mama would have to find out sooner or later. id been dreading it, i dont know how she'll react.

and today was the day- my birthday. i like my birthdays, mama always makes me pancakes and gifts. but today when i wake up, shes not here to give me breakfast in bed.

im not spoiled, but i know my mama. she never sways from tradition- and thats when i know she knows.

and at that thought, i bolt down the hallway and into the kitchen, finding my mother at the table.

to my surprise, she isnt crying, or worried. she looks up at me and laughs.

«george, you cant prank me on your birthday! that is my job.» she looks at me fondly, but she doesnt understand.

«no, mama- what do you mean?»

«look at what 'came in the post' today. george, i dont fall for this.» she laughs a bit again, and hands me a letter.

the letter is adressed from a professor at hogwarts called Sam- an invitation to the school. it says all my personal information, from my full name to the bed i sleep in.

«mama, i didnt write this.» she looks at me, a bit confused. almost annoyed.

«george, the joke is over now. i get it, now can we open you present?»

«mama, its not a joke!» i say a bit louder now. i feel bad, but i need her to believe me! why doesnt she trust me?

«george, you do not speak to your mama like this. be honest with me; is the letter a joke?»

i look at her for a second, taking in her annoyed expression. but underneath lies something else- worry?

«no.» i answer at last.

and somehow, i know she believes me.

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timeskip to kings cross
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i hug my mama goodbye as i enter the station, my suitcase trilling against the marble floors.

i hear my new cat meowing at me, demanding cuddles. i had grown quite fond of him- his name was Cat, i couldnt come up with anything better.

he comforts my angsty self for a second, before i remember why im here.

hundreds of thoughts thunder down on me like a tide; how do i get to 9 3/4? is the station even real? where is dream? he said to meet me here- what if he doesnt show up? maybe it was all some sick joke, lets all pick on the new kid-

«hey, george!»

i immediatly calm at the sound of his voice.

«dream!»

i swear i can feel my neck crack as i whip around to face him. dream is grinning, too excited for his own good.

he hugs me immediatly, drowning me in his favorite hoodie (hed told me it was green).

«george! arent you excited?!» dream must have seen the anxious look on my face.

«i- guess im just anxious. like, i dont know anyone or anything there, what if i do something wrong? what if im actually not a wizard?»

dream starts laughing, like what i just said was funny. i start growing annoyed until he speaks up.

«george. and seriously listen to me when i say this- you are a wizard. why else did you get a letter, how did the wand pick you, how could you sleepover at my house if you werent?»

his words are calming, even though im still not sure theyre true. my thoughts are dragged elsewhere, though, when dreams mother calls us over.

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a bit of a filler chapter here (: sorry

ive been busy, sorry for the slow updates

also ive been seeing authors doing a boundry check so here;

you can address me as rose, or whatever you like. no super inappropriate comments please, i am a minor (:

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