The Brown-Eyed Boy

One

"Y/n, breakfast is ready!" My mum, Nymphadora, called from downstairs.
I jumped to my feet, and put on a pair of fuzzy slippers, along with a fluffy dressing gown. Quickly, I walked downstairs to find Nymphadora and my dad (Remus) sat together, drinking a cup of hot coffee. Teddy, my two-month old brother, was sat in between them, asleep.
"Morning, y/n, your breakfast is over there," Remus smiled, pointing towards the kitchen counter.
I went over to the bowl: frosted flakes. My favourite cereal. "Thanks," I giggled.
Carefully, I lifted up the plate and sat down beside my mum.
"You excited to go to Hogwarts in a bit?" Remus asked.
"Yes! I get to see George and Fred again!" I squealed excitedly.
Chuckling, my dad stood up and put his plate in the sink. "You girls enjoy, I'll be finding y/n's books in the cupboard."
I smiled brightly at my mum.
"So, how's the boy?" She grinned back.
"The boy?" I pretended to be confused, but when she said 'the boy', I knew exactly who she was talking about: George Weasley. Every year I would write to her about how things were at Hogwarts, and add a little side note to tell her small things like how George's hair was very bright that day, or how is eyes had sparkles in the moonlight, or something else that stood out to me, and every time I got home, she would ask me how him and his twin, Fred, were doing. She was more interested in George, specifically, as I told her often something that I'd noticed about him. Sometimes, she even insisted that I accept Molly's invitations to spend a week or sometimes a whole holiday at the Burrow, with their family. She really understood how close I was with the twins, and how much fun I had being able to stay at Hogwarts every year in the same dorm as them.
"You know," she laughed. "George. Have you two talked this holiday?"
My expression changed. "No, but I talked to Fred. He said George was busy when I was free to send him a letter, and that was only recently. I did tell you. He enjoys to spend time with his family, it's sweet."
"Aww, well at least you're spending all this year with him. Make sure you write again."
I took a spoonful of cereal, before speaking again. "I will do, whenever I can."
She winked at me. "You know what I expect."
We both laughed, and I finished the rest of my frosted flakes before putting the bowl in the sink with my dad's.
"You best go help your dad find the rest of your books. He will have found a few already, but you have a lot of new subjects to take this year," she insisted politely.
Agreeing, I nodded and went to find my dad. When I walked into the living room, I found him crouched down, searching the book cupboard where we kept all of dad's old notes from when he was in school, mum's cook books and other books she finds intriguing and my school ones. I wasn't a book person, and so I didn't have any other books in there, but there was a book that was added to every year. It was memories of me and the twins that my parents had, and the little side notes about George from the letters I wrote to my mum. Any time the twins came over, I found the lock for that cupboard and locked it so they wouldn't find the memory book that my mum had sorted.
"Need some help?" I asked, crouching down beside my dad.
"Yes, that'd be lovely," he responded. "We just need the Defence Against the Dark Arts book, and the Potions class."
There was a long pause as we started searching the cupboard.
"Dad, why am I getting ready to go to school when it doesn't start yet?" I asked.
"Molly would like to have you over for the last week or so before you go back," he replied, taking the last two books that I needed out of the cupboard and adding them to the pile of other books.
"Oh that's great!" I took some of the books, and Remus took the rest. We headed upstairs, not long after followed by my mum.
I started packing my bag ready, and my dad left the room.
"So, do you like anyone?" My mum asked, adding a wink at the end.
"What? No."
"Mhm, what about George Weasley?"
"George Weasley? He's my best friend!"
"Y/n, I've seen the way you look at him. And all those notes you told me about him, like about his hair, his eyes, his hands and so on."
"What do you mean?"
"You Love him!"
"I love George Weasley?"
She nodded, proud that she had figured it out. "For seven years."
I stared in shock. Quickly, I finished packing my bags. "That stays between me and you."
She laughed, and shook her head. "Okay."
I swung my bag over my back and carried the rest. I went downstairs to wait for Molly to come over and pick me up. As soon as I got downstairs, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it!" I shouted to my dad, knowing he was watching over Teddy.
I opened the door and saw Arthur stood with Fred and George. "Oh my! Fred! George!" I shouted, excitedly. I pulled the, into a massive hug. We stayed there for a few moments, until I pulled away. "Hello Mr Weasley."
"Hello, y/n. We have some great news for you," Arthur replied, as my mum stood beside me. "Ah, Hello Mrs Lupin."
"Hello, Mr Weasley," she greeted.
"Love, would you like to come with us to the Quidditch World Cup game?" George asked.
"Oh Merlin! Yes, I would love to! Is that okay with you Arthur?" I asked.
"Yes, that's why we came to get you."
"You May go, y/n, have fun," Nymphadora smiled.
I took my bags, and Fred and George grabbed some of the others, and left with Arthur and the twins.