Angels Brought Me Here (George Weasley)

On The Wings of Love

It had started as a polite evening, of good food and nice chatter. George prepared steaks for them all, with some lovely homemade chips, a nice portion of vegetables. It had all been splendid.

And then, Jenny's inner barmaid had surfaced.

Many, many, many glasses of wine had been drank, George wasn't sure how many bottles he had opened. He didn't know he had that many.

He glanced around the room, and smiled. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, or the love he felt flowing through his veins. His father was slumped backwards in an armchair, his glasses slanted across his face as his jaw dropped open and he begun to catch flies.

And across the room, his mother and his girlfriend sat on the couch, a glass of wine in hand, laughing together about something, he wasn't sure what it was, his mind was too fuzzy to listen properly.

For so long, he had pushed people away, and he had chosen the path of depression daily. He believed he had chosen it, not because to feel depressed is a choice, but because he did have a choice to help himself. And he chose the hard life for himself.

Sitting in his home, watching as the girl he adored smiled and laughed with his mother, the woman who had raised him, he realised that he had everything he needed.

And whilst a big part of what he needed was never going to come back, he figured he could learn how to live with that, and learn how to appreciate what he had in front of him, without constantly wishing for something he could never have again. He knew that living that way was never going to make him happy, at least not truly happy.

And with that, George Weasley fell asleep on an armchair, content and at peace with the world at long last.

"Oh, Jenny, we really didn't mean to stay so long!" Mrs Weasley set down her empty wine glass on the coffee table before her.

"Merlin, what time is it?! George is asleep now," Jenny laughed, joining Mrs Weasley in finishing the dregs of her drink.

"It's just gone two in the morning! I'm getting too old for this," Mrs Weasley laughed.

"God no, you're a spring chicken," Jenny smiled, and Mrs Weasley laughed even more.

"I can't handle my drink anymore, I never did drink when the children were growing up. Arthur was almost always on-call, so I could never really relax. Not that I'm complaining, we had to live that way, we needed the extra money," Mrs Weasley explained, and Jenny felt sympathy towards her.

"What was it like? Raising so many children, I mean," Jenny questioned.

"Oh, it was hard work. But it was so worth it. They're all such brilliant people now," Mrs Weasley smiled, though sadness was evident in her eyes.

"Do you miss him?" Jenny asked softly.

"Fred? Oh yes. Every day, my heart aches," Mrs Weasley smiled sadly.

"I know George feels the same," Jenny placed a hand on Mrs Weasley's arm.

"I know that, nobody misses Fred as much as George does. Not me, not his father. You should have seen them together, Jenny. They always caused so much trouble. But it was always together," Mrs Weasley laughed, remembering her sons.

"I would have loved to have met him," Jenny chose not to tell her about the fact she had met Fred, when he saved her life. She knew one day she had to tell people, but today wasn't the day.

"I'm so glad he has you, you've brought the sparkle back to his eyes. As a mother, that's all I want for him," Mrs Weasley smiled.

"I love him," Jenny had never told George that, but she figured as he was sleeping soundly, it didn't matter too much.

But the funny thing was, George had woken up.