The Only One (George Weasley Love Story)

Don't Go

*Freya's POV*

"So Freya, what year were you in school?" Tonks asked a week after our arrival, it was dinner and the Weasleys and Tonks and Lupin sat around the table casually eating an amazing meal made by Mrs. Weasley.

"It was my last year," I shrugged slightly.

"But....you're twenty, correct?" Tonks looked at me curiously.

"Well, the way the academy works is that if you join the musical track, they'll keep you a few extra years," I started moving my peas around my plate. "It sounds weird but the music program is hard so they actually want you to stay longer so you don't overload yourself and the longer you stay the possibility of you being discovered by some famous musician or conductor is even greater."

Tonks nodded, "very interesting....so you were going to do something with music?"

"Oh yeah....uhm," I cleared my throat, "I had wanted to apply to this symphony in the fall....I could've gone to Illvamory with my brother but I enjoyed the arts a bit more." I frowned at my plate, the realization that joining the symphony was now in the past.

"Fascinating," Tonks mused. I shrugged as George put his last piece of grilled chicken on my plate. I smiled slightly, the one thing I noticed with the twins back at the apartment, is my portions of food were always slightly bigger than their own; but now since being with their family, George snuck me extra pieces of things during meals. I looked at him from the corner of my eye, he gave me a wink before finishing off his plate.

"Your parents passed recently?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she tucked into her meal.

I nodded slightly, "my brother too."

"What did they do?" She asked curiously, George gave my hand a squeeze as I took a deep breath.

I can do this, "my mother was a stay at home parent. She retired from teaching when I was born. My father was a quidditch consultant, went around managing teams-helping their management and marketing. Suppose I come from a big quidditch house you could say," I smiled slightly.

"Are you any good?" Mr. Weasley asked thoughtfully.

"You should've seen her, dad. Kicked our arses two on one three games straight, she's absolutely brilliant on a broom," George grinned. I couldn't help but smirk proudly.

"You said you're an auror?" I looked at Tonks curiously.

"Oh yes," she grinned.

"Seems dangerous," I laughed, "especially since you have to deal with all those dark spells."

Tonks gave an appreciative smile, I've grown to like her since I've been here, after our first encounter I tried talking to her and she was so nice to me. "If you'd like I could teach you some stuff," Tonks whispered while sending a glance to Mrs. Weasley's back as she washed the dishes.

"Tonks! You will do no such thing!" she called over her shoulder.

Tonks winked at me and I grinned, if there was anything that would secure my safety it was learning practical spells.

"Dad, when this is all over maybe you can help us clear out Freya's home. You'd love it-"

"Filled with all this muggle technology we've never seen!" Fred finished.

George prodded my side as his father put down his paper, his eyes sparked slightly as he regarded me with excitement. "You don't say?"

"Tell him about the television or all your music," George offered as i stammered slightly. "I'm telling you dad, it's wicked what Freya has! All this muggle tech we never saw before. You brought your music with you right? Maybe we can show it later."