Angels Brought Me Here (George Weasley)

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George was nervous, today was a day he never expected would come so soon for him. As certain as he was that his timing was perfect, and as sure as he was that his decision to make the leap was the correct one, he still couldn't ignore the butterflies in his stomach as he approached the front door of a humble cottage in Godric's Hollow.

It made him a little bit sentimental as he looked at the place, his heart pining for the little sister he had once known. Of course, Ginny had never really needed him, she had never needed anybody. But there were the moments, rare occasions, where she would make him feel like a real big brother. The nights when she was small and she would shuffle to the bedroom he shared with Fred in the dead of night, a sheepish look on her freckled face as she confessed she had suffered a nightmare, and she would ask to sleep with one of them until she felt better. The days when she would flutter her eyelashes up at her big brothers and ask if they would teach her how to ride a broomstick. The days she would cry with happiness when they arrived home from Hogwarts every summer, and despite their exhaustion, she would beg them to stay up late and tell her all of their stories from their year. 

He missed his baby sister, as proud as he was of the woman she had grown into. He adored being a big brother, in every stage of life, but seeing the home she owned and lived in, it made him realise that she wasn't small anymore, she didn't need him anymore. Today, it was him that needed her. 

Getting that letter from Fred had ignited something inside of him, an inclination he could no longer ignore. It had been a month since he had found the letter, a month which had seen him finally feeling like he could progress with his life without feeling quite so guilty. And he had realised quite a lot within that time.

He had spent more time with his parents and his siblings, and found himself genuinely enjoying their company, his anxiety fading more and more with every passing time he saw them. He knew that Fred would want their family to stay the tight unit they had been for their entire lives, not fragmented and full of grief. He knew he would've found it a challenge, to watch the way their relationships had fallen apart since the battle, and he'd be pleased that he had found it in him to move on in that regard.

He had been interviewing shop assistants alongside Jenny, which had been a time consuming activity as they had received so many applications. He didn't realise how respected his shop was within the community, and how many complete strangers wanted to work alongside them and grow the business. It was overwhelming, and the process had left the couple exhausted. Especially because they had to do all of their interviews after the shop closed, and so every single night for three weeks they would be working twelve hour days. 

The biggest news of all, was that he had decided there was no point in waiting any longer to make what he and Jenny had together permanent. 

If losing Fred had taught him anything, it was that life was so short, and you truly did not know quite how short it could be until you lost someone you loved so much. And he needed to make sure he didn't waste a single moment to ensure Jenny knew exactly how he felt about her. 

The truth was, she had given him the most amazing determination to live, when all he had wanted to do in the months before she came into his life was die. And he knew that was something so severe, it would kill any of his family to hear him say it out loud. He was never going to purposefully going to do anything, he knew that, for if he was, he would have done it straight away. But he was drinking himself to an early grave and he didn't care about a thing. Until he met her. 

She was different, they attracted each other, maybe because they had both been through the unthinkable at such a young age. They needed each other, and they suited each other. He knew from the moment he set eyes on her that she was important, and she was special. 

And by God, was he right.

He knocked on the door, and waited for his little sister to answer the door. He knew that if Fred couldn't help him with this, then there was only one other person in the world who could, and that was the first girl he had ever loved. Ginny. 

"George! I wasn't expecting you," She seemed genuinely surprised to see him as she opened the door, but she gestured for him to enter the home. It wasn't the first time he had been to see the cottage she shared with Harry, but he was still surprised by the modest nature. He had known Harry for years, since he was a shy little eleven year old, and he knew how humble he was. But he still somehow expected him to live in a big house. 

The cottage reminded him a lot of The Burrow, and he loved that, it felt very homely. 

"Sorry about the mess in here, someone really enjoys pulling every single toy out, and then playing with my television remotes instead," Ginny's voice held an accusatory tone, but her face couldn't be beaming anymore as she looked down at the toddler who sat in the middle of her living room. 

It amazed George how Harry and Ginny, at such a young age, had taken on Teddy Lupin so readily. They had him half of the time, and whilst they both admitted it was a lot to handle, they adored having him, and they knew that had Remus been able to take care of Harry when he was a baby, he would have. 

"He's grown so much," George commented, and little Teddy, now eighteen-months-old, grinned back at him. 

"He has. He walks now, when he feels like it. And he calls Harry 'dada', which is a bit awkward," Ginny laughed, and Teddy copied her. 

"He looks so much like Remus when he's got brown hair," George noted, a feeling of sadness in his heart for the man he had known so well, who had been through so much in his relatively short life, but had finally gotten the family he had always wanted. 

"He has brown hair all the time now, unless he's being naughty. Then it turns purple," Ginny laughed, and Teddy copied her once again. It was clear that the little boy idolised her. 

"That was Tonks' favourite colour, wasn't it?" George asked, and Ginny nodded with a smirk on her face. 

"Yeah, it was. Go figure," She laughed, "anyway, did you need something?" 

"I did actually," George took a deep breath before completing his sentence, realising that by saying it out loud to someone, it made his intentions very real.

"I want to ask Jenny to marry me,"