James Potters Nephew

Visitors

George's POV. 

I was now ten almost eleven and I have grown accustomed to their affection and what is needed of me. They also found that I have Dyslexia and ADHD. I also had told them that I had watched my mother die so they were careful on the subject. 

I was sitting in my room doing the work my tutor assigned me when there was a knock. 

"Sir, your parents request you in the sitting room." He said. I sighed and stood up and straightening my clothes. I walked to the sitting room wondering why would they call me. 

I walked in and there is an old man, a black-haired boy, a bushy haired girl, and a red-haired boy with a man with scars. 

"Come here, son." Dad said. I walked over. 

"This is Albus Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter. He is your cousin. Your birth mother's brother was his dad." He said introducing me. I shook their hands. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you." I said softly. 

"Dumbledore is offering a place in his school for you." Dad said. 

I looked at him waiting, holding my tongue. 

"You will be going. It will do you some good." He said. I stiffened a little. 

"Yes, Father." I said softly. 

I walked to my room after being told to pack some clothes. I packed a suitcase and walked back out and I was guided out the door and to a car. I sat in the back with the other kids. 

"So George do you believe in magic?" Remus Lupin asked. I hold out my hand and concentrated. Water came together and formed a horse. I froze it and concentrated and it started moving around.  They gawked at it.