A Love Across Worlds

Chapter 11: Meeting the Weasleys

Bella's POV

The invitation to meet George's family came sooner than I expected. In one of his letters, he wrote about wanting me to visit the Burrow, the house where he'd grown up, nestled in the English countryside. I could feel his excitement in every word, and although the thought of meeting his family was nerve-wracking, it also filled me with a quiet joy. This was the next step in our relationship, and I was ready.

A few weeks later, I boarded a plane to London. George met me at the airport, looking just as eager as I felt. He wrapped me in a warm hug, his familiar scent calming my nerves, and soon we were on our way, taking a series of winding roads until we reached a charming, cozy house that looked like it had been built in a haphazard but delightful way. The Burrow.

George held my hand as we walked up to the door, his grin widening with every step. "Are you ready to meet the Weasley clan?" he asked, squeezing my hand reassuringly.

I took a deep breath, nodding. "As ready as I'll ever be."

He opened the door, and I was immediately met by a chorus of voices and the smell of something delicious cooking. The house felt alive, every corner brimming with warmth and laughter. A woman with fiery red hair and a kind smile hurried over, wrapping George in a hug before turning her gaze on me.

"And you must be Bella," she said, pulling me into a hug before I could even say hello. "I'm Molly, George's mum. We've all heard so much about you, dear."

Her embrace was comforting, like being enveloped in a warm blanket, and I felt myself relax a little. As she pulled back, a tall man with glasses and a gentle expression stepped forward, offering a hand. "Arthur Weasley," he said with a smile. "Welcome to our home."

One by one, I was introduced to each member of the Weasley family, each one as warm and welcoming as the last. There was Fred, who greeted me with a grin that matched George's, his twin energy almost overwhelming. Then there were Ron, Ginny, and Percy, each with their own quirks and smiles, their eyes full of curiosity as they took me in.

As we sat around the large, worn table in the kitchen, sharing stories and laughter, I found myself relaxing, feeling a sense of belonging that was as unexpected as it was wonderful. It was clear that the Weasleys were a tight-knit family, bound by love and a fierce loyalty to one another. And as the evening wore on, I felt like I was becoming a part of that circle, too.

Later, George led me outside to a small, peaceful garden at the edge of the yard. The stars were out, twinkling against the night sky, and we stood there together, his arm wrapped around me as we gazed up at the constellations.

"What do you think of my family?" he asked, his voice soft in the quiet.

"They're amazing," I replied, leaning into him. "I've never met anyone like them. They're so welcoming, so... full of life."

He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "They like you, you know. Mum hasn't stopped talking about how happy I look since you got here."

I blushed, glancing down. "I'm glad. I want them to like me, George. I want to be a part of this, a part of your world."

"You are, Bella. You already are," he murmured, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. "And I'm not letting you go."