Undesirable (George Weasley)

4

After my meeting, we had decided as a whole to keep everything between what I know, and what the Weasley's know about me, a secret for now. We would continue to have the storyline of my unpredicted arrival, and Dumbledore made sure to have mentioned that I was sadly a victim of the Imperius curse, which made up for my lack of wizarding experience and led towards my amnesia state. I still wasn't convinced that allowing Dumbledore to know everything was the right call, but honestly I have no other choice.

I also was now coming to terms with the idea of having magical blood in my veins. Of course this aspect is thrilling, yet I have gone 16 years of my life without the knowledge of anything magically based. Having to make up for the loss of time will surely be the worst part about this entire experience, though fortunately there has never really been anything I couldn't learn. That sounds incredibly self centered, but I have been dishonored with an eidetic memory. Hopefully this will carry me through my studies, as I'm assuming I will inevitably end up in Hogwarts as the summer closes.

Sitting on the couch in the living room, I stared at the chipped paint against the wall. Molly had left me alone for the time being, as the mood in the room slowly shifted to that of uncomfortableness. The cushion beneath me sunk down, and I was met with George's lopsided smile.

"You know, if you were from the future you could have just told me that." I laughed, then shook my head.

"Honestly I have no idea what's happening, I sound absolutely insane. This whole thing is insane." I pushed my hands to my face again, only for George to mirror our previous encounter on the stairs. His hands were warm, about double the size of mine, and held respect and comfort for myself.

"You know, it wouldn't be the weirdest thing. Our family is close to Harry Potter, and quite honestly everything about him is a bloody circus." I smiled at that, knowing everything the family has been through after Ron had befriended Harry on the train in their first year.

"C'mon, I know what will cheer you up. Me and Freddie have been working on some new products, and, not to brag, but our firework display is one of the best out there. We can go out past the swamp and light some?" George's eyes twinkled, and the smirk from the previous light lit up his features.

I couldn't help the excitement that ran through me, as I knew the twins were grand enough to develop such complicated products. I shook my head yes, and George didn't wait for another response before pulling me from the couch and leading me up the many steps, explaining each room as we passed.

"The second floor has mum and dad's room here, and Bill's is down the hall. He's the oldest, works as a cure breaker. Then the third has Charlie, he works in Romania with dragons, and Percy. Percys a.... a git. Don't mind him, he has very important ministry business. Then on the fourth floor mine and Freddie's room, then Ron, and the last room up there is Ginny's. Pretty neat huh?"

I followed George into his room, being greeted by a confused look by Fred. Quickly, his demeanor changed, and I was left with a smile similar to George's, only Fred's reached the crinkles in his eyes.

"Fred Weasley, a pleasure." I snorted at his introduction, which consisted of him grabbing my hand and bowing in an over-the-top manner, then grinning ear to ear when my cheeks blush at his kiss to my hand. George's ears turned pink, and I watched the two staring match with awe.

"Well Fred once you're doing being a 'gentlemen' I was gonna show the lady our prototype fireworks display, but of course we must start with the other products first."

Thus, beginning what will be my two greatest protectors and best friends. Slowly as the summer weeks went by, the rest of the Weasley family became acquainted with my quick aperture. Ginny and I had an instant bond, one that I had found to be rather sibling-like. I could tell that she had longed for a female presence besides Molly, and finally having the outlet to express herself in ways that boys wouldn't fully understand was what really led to our friendship. Ron seemed incredibly apprehensive at first, yet slowly came around the more the towns brought my personality out. I found myself in better spirits then I have ever been in before, and the idea of now having this family as my own made for the whole situation to seem less dim then my first arrival.

At the dinner table that night, I found myself in a heated argument with George over the possibility of aliens. I found the topic to be incredibly ridiculous, yet the passion on George's face was what kept my mouth moving. I didn't understand why I was so fascinated with George's illiterate rambling, but I sat at the edge of my seat ready to debate in order to keep hearing him talk.

I guess you can never really keep a boy as a best friend before one might start to catch feelings.

As I was counting the freckles littered across George's nose, poking each one and making him scrunch his face, Arthur busted through the door carrying what at first appeared to be small letters in his hand.

"I've got them this morning, straight from the minister himself. There's even a few extras, here pass them around pass them around."

I picked up one of the small slips, only to have my jaw drop in amazement. The Quidditch World Cup.

I remember my first experience reading the Goblet of Fire, and how miscalculated the movie had been. I was overjoyed at the idea of experiencing something as big as this event in the wizarding world, yet I also knew how horrible the outcome was. I didn't know how to approach the topic without upright saying there will be a death eater attack, so I planned on making sure everyone was gone before is at down with Arthur and Molly.

When the rest of the Weasley children finally had gotten a hold of each ticket, the absolute chaos could have been heard for miles. My hands shot up to my ears, as they continued to yell about everything to do with quidditch in itself.

With the two extra tickets in hand, Ron declared that he was inviting Harry and Hermione, and that as soon as he received their owl back, they would be staying the remainder of the summer. Molly beamed at the idea of seeing Harry again, and went on about how wonderful of a boy he was. I was hoping Hermione would be as great of a character as everyone else seemed to be, as she was one of the few that I never truly got a read on.

"Alright everyone calm down please, we're gonna have to do our shopping earlier than usual this year. As soon as the letters arrive bring them to me and I'll do the shopping. Now dear," Molly turned her head to me, and I looked up from fiddling with the ticket in hand.
"You're going to have to come with, seeing you don't have a wand or anything. We can use some of the older boys things, of course, but you'll have to tag along for the trip."

"That's alright, I'd love to see Diagon Alley anyhow." I smiled at Molly, but was interrupted by George half way through.

"Well then I want to come. And Freddie, we, uh, need some new parchment, yeah, but it's a specific kind that only we know. Right Freddie?" Fred's head whipped from his moment of spacing out, only to immediately shake his head in agreement.

"Oh right of course, we'll tag along. Is that al right mum?"

"I don't see why not... the rest of you stays. I don't have all day for this nonsense, we'll leave in the morning. Up to bed, all of you, we have an important day tomorrow."

It was hard to see the disappointment in the rest of the siblings' faces, as their mother so casually brushed them off from what could have been a fun trip. The summer was, as usual for me anyhow, very repetitive, yet I was incredibly glad to have found some of the best people on this planet.