More Than Heart Could Desire 《 A George Weasley Love Story 》

Chapter#1 Fifth Year

Fifth Year

Anna woke to the shrill, unforgiving screech of the alarm clock on her bedside table. She groaned softly, fumbling for it before silencing the noise, then sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Morning sunlight spilled through the window in pale ribbons, and she crossed the room to draw the curtains fully open, letting the golden glow wash over her like a blessing.

She had only taken a few steps toward the bathroom when something caught her eye.

An envelope lay neatly on her desk.

Cream parchment. Deep green ink. A scarlet wax seal stamped unmistakably with the Hogwarts crest.

Her heart skipped.

She crossed the room at once, tore the envelope open without ceremony, and unfolded the letter inside. As her eyes skimmed the words, warmth bloomed in her chest, pride, relief, excitement, all bubbling together until she found herself smiling without quite meaning to.

She folded the letter carefully and set it back on the desk, her smile lingering as she headed to the bathroom.

The last four years at Hogwarts had been the best of her life, undoubtedly so. And while her parents liked to credit her discipline and her straight-A results, Anna knew better. A good portion of that joy belonged to two red-haired boys who had turned Hogwarts into something brighter, louder, and infinitely more fun.

George and Fred Weasley.

She had been the diligent one, top of her class, praised by professors, her parents endlessly proud. The twins, on the other hand, had collected detentions the way others collected Chocolate Frog cards. Filch knew them by name, face, and sigh alone. And yet, despite the trouble, their pranks were legendary, ingenious, daring, and often worth every punishment they earned.

Few days remained until the start of her fifth year, and today meant Diagon Alley. New books, new supplies and, finally, a new pet. Her parents had agreed at last.

She already had Cotton, her snowy white owl with impossibly soft feathers, but this time she was determined.

A cat.

After getting ready, Anna flooed with her parents to the Leaky Cauldron, the familiar rush of green flames giving way to chatter, clinking glasses, and the warm hum of wizarding London.

She had barely stepped out of the fireplace when a voice rang across the room.

"Anna!".

She turned, and there was George, grinning as though Christmas had come early.

"Hey, Georgie", she laughed, hurrying straight into his open arms.

Fred was next, sweeping her into a hug so fierce it nearly knocked the breath from her lungs.

"Merlin, Fred, air would be lovely", George said dryly, earning an eye-roll from his twin as he finally released her.

"Hi, Anna", Ginny called from nearby.

"Hey, Gin", Anna said warmly, hugging her. "How are you, kiddo?".

Ginny pulled back with a huff and dropped into a chair. "I am not a kid anymore".

Mrs Weasley enveloped Anna in a hug that felt warm, fierce, and entirely maternal. Anna smiled into her shoulder. She loved this woman. Truly.

Soon enough, Hermione, Ron, and Harry joined them, and George and Fred launched into animated retellings of Egypt, exaggerated gestures, overlapping sentences, and the sort of enthusiasm only the twins could manage.