George Weasley x Reader ~ Jaffa Cake

Epilogue

It took a lot of time to get over Cedric's death. It didn't just effect you, but it effected everyone who knew him. His friends in Hufflepuff, your friends in Gryffindor, you could name anyone and they missed him. The dreams went away after he'd died, leaving you feeling guilty even though there was no way you would have known; even though it was anything but your fault. Once the final exams were over and you were free on summer break, you spent a lot of time with the Weasleys and a lot of time with Harry. 

Having lost his parents when he was just a baby, and being brought up by his Aunt and Uncle who treated him unfairly, losing Cedric was something he really didn't need. He felt as though he had no one left, which is why you convinced the Dursleys that you were a muggle friend and they actually let you in. It wasn't clear as to whether Harry had come out to them or not, but you assumed he hadn't, and understood his decision completely. They were horrible people, judging by the fact that they only let you in when you lied, telling them you were a muggle, and you assumed they were most likely homophobic to a certain degree. Quite a few people were in the 1990s. 

Hermione sent you a few owls, and you thought back to the train where she'd shown you a little black beetle in a jar which just happened to be Rita Skeeter. You didn't tell her the truth, there was no point since she knew now anyway.

You mourned over Cedric's death for a while too. It hurt not being able to have his hugs, it hurt not being able to see his glinting eyes and dashing smile. It hurt when you went through the memories you had with him, like when you'd first met him. Whenever you visited the Weasleys at The Burrow, you spent a lot of time quietly crying in George's grasp, listening to the birds outside and falling asleep with teary eyes to the gentle crackle of the warm fire.

Unfortunately, you never saw your sister again. You weren't really sure why you hoped you would, since she'd gone missing so long ago, there wasn't much of a chance anyway. You took George to your house a couple of times, and your parents seemed to approve of him, claiming he appeared to be a 'very nice chap' or 'a wonderful bloke'. That was good enough, and was also an awfully British thing to say.

The last few years of your life at Hogwarts were anything but peaceful. Too many people died, too many death eaters were present, too many events took place. It was hard to cope with. It didn't help that Sirius had passed away in your fifth year, rendering Harry extremely close to shutting down. The way he was treated by the universe was painstakingly unfair.

Dumbledore passed away in your sixth year, and it happened to be Snape who killed him. You were disappointed, but not the least bit surprised. That was another person who Harry had lost.  You had to be there for Draco that year, the year he made the worst decision of his life. He'd allowed himself to be completely brainwashed by those around him, he'd fallen victim to Voldemort. He let himself get the dark mark, and accepted that he was tasked with killing Dumbledore even though he ended up not doing so. All he wanted to do was impress his family, and to be there for them through it all.

But the last year was the worst of it all. The war that took place was absolutely terrifying.

So many people you knew died that year. Professor Moody, who you never really got to know properly. You never got over the fact that Barty Crouch Jr had been impersonating him in your fourth year. Remus Lupin, the werewolf and past DADA professor, passed away too, which was another fatal blow to Harry. You realised that he'd had it awful too. Not only did two of his childhood friends die when he was younger, but his husband too. Sirius' death took a large toll on the entire Order of the Phoenix, but it hit Remus especially hard, considering the fact that all his childhood friends dropped dead around him. The sweet and bubbly witch, Tonks, who'd shared many fun laughs with you, passed away with Remus. The two were almost inseparable, like father and daughter. There were many people you knew among the fallen fifty, laying in the hall, stone cold dead.

Fred Weasley. You couldn't believe how close he'd come to dying, how close he'd been to being part of that fallen fifty. That god forsaken wall could have killed him, if it weren't for you spotting him next to it just before it exploded. You shuddered at the thought of him dying. You'd always be proud of yourself for stepping up in the moment and saving his life. The thought lingered over you every day.

Yet here you are, very much alive and living a quiet peaceful life with George. The war was mentally and physically damaging - you had the scars to prove it - but you made it. It was over. Voldemort was dead, and while that was at the expense of others, he definitely wouldn't be around any time soon. You were finally happy.

Yours and George's house was a little cottage not too far from The Burrow, surrounded by a field of greenery and large overflowing bushes. You kept a little flower patch which had a pretty array of flowers in the colours red, yellow, blue and green, as a bittersweet reminder of your life before everything turned around. You still owned all your Hogwarts things, such as your robe and old quills that you liked to hoard, just to sometimes get them out and look at them. Just for a dash of the past. You didn't have the heart to throw them away, mostly because of the sentimental value they held. Maybe if you had a kid and they were in Slytherin, you could give them your old robes, and you hoped that one day, that idea might appeal to you. Spending your life with George was one of the best outcomes of just about everything. You stuck by each other through thick and thin, spending heartfelt moments together whenever you pleased.

You were visited by friends frequently, and these visits were very sentimental, often recounting events of the past and talking about futures. Everyone you knew shared the same mental scar.

But for now, it's just you and George in your little cottage.

Life is finally normal, and you're damn well going to live it with him.

With your Jaffa Cake.

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