raison d'être (george weasley x reader)

7.1

If the opposite of rose-colored glasses exist, the entirety of the wizarding world was wearing them now.

Following Harry's return and Cedric's death came column after column denying his claims that Voldemort had returned. The Ministry didn't seem to care that Dumbledore had sided with Harry — they were too busy doing damage control.

Nevertheless, despite their claims that the Dark Lord had not returned, Y/N noticed that her father had been spending more and more nights working late. F/N was not an auror by any means, so the hours were unusual for him.

The dread that filled her every night was only worsened by the sight of her mother pacing the living room. Her eyes continuously glanced at the family's ancient grandfather clock, sleep evading her as she awaited F/N's arrival.

Y/N spent some nights downstairs with her, but after a while, M/N began sending her to bed. She claimed that she didn't want Y/N to worry, but that never stopped anything.

On top of having a partially-missing father, Y/N had also been receiving less letters from George. The summer had started the same way it did every year: George would send copious amounts of letters, causing strain to the Weasley family's owl. After the first few weeks though, his usual plethora of letters dwindled to one a day and the length had noticeably shrunk.

The change pained her as worries of him leaving flooded her every thought. She hadn't been the most dutiful at spending time with him these past few months together and she feared he had realized that she wasn't right for him.

It took weeks before she said anything though. It had been another late-night of waiting for her father to return and the anxieties surrounding the Dark Lord kept sleep at bay.

Her fingers trembled as she wrote the shortest letter to date before sending it off with their family's owl — it contained a single question. That night, she sat curled by her desk, silent tears staining her cheeks.

When George received the letter early the next morning, he tore through 12 Grimmauld Place in a fit of despair and rage. The noise woke up the portrait of Walburga Black, the previous mistress of the home, and consequently everyone else.

Fred and Ron were the first to reach the main floor, both silent as they picked up the discarded letter and watched their brother lose his last grip of patience. They remained off to the side, keeping the rest of the household at bay as George screamed profanities at Walburga's portrait.

No one had ever seen him speak in that tone or volume and the words that he employed against the painting caused them to all pause. When Dumbledore stopped by later that night, George pounced on him. He fought the headmaster with little to no care for the man's status or power. All he knew was that if he lost Y/N, it was the old wizard's fault.

Molly and Arthur watched their son with slacked jaws. They knew he cared for the girl, but they had never witnessed the extent of his affection, making this a nearly impossible situation to navigate.

After deciding the one-sided argument had gone on for longer than was helpful, Fred pushed past his parents and pulled George away from the headmaster. George fought against his hold, however, creating a scene.

Fred grit his teeth and mustered up all his strength to slam George into the opposite wall, shaking him by the shoulders to grab his attention. Both twins glared at each other, though for different reasons.

"Write to her!" Fred snapped, matching George's heavy breathing. "It's not over yet!"

The letter never made it to the L/N residence.

Shattered glass littered the living room and kitchen floors, jolting Y/N from her dissociative state. Her hand instinctively reached for her wand, which sat atop a pile of old letters George had sent over the years.