George X Gerard Way's daughter X Bill Weasley (female reader) part 1

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In this, you are 17 years old. Bandit, your older sister is 18. You both go to Hogwarts. You are in Gryffindor. You are a half-blood. I want to ask just for this story for you to pick one of the names I give you, just for the plot line:
-Y/N is Tobyn
-Y/N is Echo
-Y/N is Delta
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"Way, Y/N." Professor McGonagall called out. I turned around to see my sister smiling encouragingly, sitting at the Slytherin table and my cousin Rowan sat at the Hufflepuff table. I nodded and stepped up into the stage. I sat down into the chair, closed my Y/E/C eyes and braces for the result.
"Gryffindor, without doubt." As the hat spoke, the red table erupted into cheers. My eyes shot open and I hurried down to the ground. I looked around for a place to sit before seeing two ginger-haired boys who waved over to me.
"Hi." I smiled as I shook the hand of the taller twin. He gave me a sweet look and shook my hand back.
"I'm Fred. This is my twin George."
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"Hello. Y/N, isn't it?" The infamous Molly Weasley asked as she pulled me into a hug. I smiled and nodded, hugging her back.
      "Yeah, it is. Hi, Mrs.Weasley." She let out a small chuckle before insisting that I call her Molly. I happily accepted the invitation.
      "So, Y/N, where are you from?" Arthur questioned as we pulled out of Kings Cross.
      "Oh, I'm from California in the United States but I came to school here after my mom and dad split up. My dad moved over here and my sister, Bandit, was already at Illvermorny so she transferred to Hogwarts and I started when it was my turn." I explained. They all nodded. George rubbed his knee against mine, making me blush.
      Fred and George were my best friends...well, Fred was. George was more that a friend. We had kissed in third year and I felt something. I mean I am still best friends with him, just to me it feels more...special.
      "Y/N and Bandit are very unusual names. What is the story behind them?"
      "Well," I began. "Bandit came from the word 'bandita' who used to ride with outlaws as their misses'. That then became used to describe a group out outlaws called bandits. So that is where my sisters name is from." They all nodded.

If you chose Tobyn:
      "And what about your name, dear?" Mrs.Weasley asked, politely.
      "Tobyn comes from a boys name Toby. It's quite popular back in the States. My dad decided on my name as Tobyn because he had wanted to have a boys name but make it feminine so I got Tobyn."

If you chose Echo:
     "And your name? What is it's origin?" George asked, intrigued. I smiled.
      "Echo has a lot of thing to do with sound and my dad is a musician so he wanted a name like that. But he didn't want anything too crazy like lyric so he went with Echo."
     "Cool." Fred replied.

If you chose Delta:
      "And my name is a bit more strange. Well, the origin is anyway." I giggled. "It comes from something called the NATO Phonetic Alphabet. It's used by the military, mainly. It described the letter 'D' but they also use it as a code name from secret squadrons, too."

        "Oh, we're home already. Oh my word, Bill is here!" Molly cried, hurrying out of the car to greet her eldest son. She hugged him tightly. All the other Weasleys went to greet him in time, leaving me in awe at how handsome he was. "Oh and Bill, this is Y/N. She is one of Fred and George's friends and she is staying with us all summer, so be nice." Bill laughed at his mothers warning but his ocean eyes locked with my Y/E/C ones and I became short of breath.
      "Hi. I'm Y/N. You must be Bill." We calmly shook hands. He nodded.
     "Indeed, I am." I went to grab my luggage but he took it before I could. He insisted to let him take it before he took my arm and showed me inside.
       "Well, looks like you have some competition, George." Fred laughed from behind us, making me stop for a second. George likes me!

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