One and only ; George Weasley

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DISCLAIMERS:
1. This story follows the movies though a few details may have been changed.
2. I do not own any of the recognizable characters.
3. All credit goes to J.K. Rowling for the Harry Potter world, though I do not agree with her views or opinions.
4. There will be typos so be prepared for that.
5. Somewhere in the story there will be mistakes. Either something I've forgotten from another chapter or simple details I've gotten wrong. At first I didn't really take the story seriously and I just wrote it for fun. No way did I expect it to get as much attention as it has gotten.
6. Smut will occur but only after chapter 90 so be patient!
7. The story will contain violence, aggressive language and as said before... smut.
8. A lot of people were surprised when Fred reads in this, but I genuinely think he'd be the kind of person that loves to read so he is a reader and a book lover in this.

When I wrote this, I had just started REALLY being into Harry Potter so there was a lot of things I didn't know at the time even though I tried to research as much as possible. Therefore there will be a lot of mistakes in the plot and I hope you can live with that.

Also, please try to keep any negative comments out of the comment section as well as spoilers from the re-readers.
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"And you've got everything?" Mum asked, handing me my backpack. "Wand? Robes? A book to keep yourself occupied."

"Got it all." I nodded, patting the bag. "My wand. Robes so I can change and my favorite book."

I watched my mum's face as her eyes glistened, almost as if she were to cry. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a messy bun and her makeup was neat as always but it wouldn't be if she started crying.

"I'll be okay, mum." I told her. "You need to remember that I'm a sixth year now. I've been taking the Hogwarts Express since I was eleven."

"I know, Liz." She nodded, reaching out to lock a strand of my hair behind my ear. "I just have this stupid habit of worrying but after everything that's happened since that Potter boy started Hogwarts, I've been terrified of something happening to you."

"Nothing's going to happen to me, mum." I said, hugging her. "And if something does happen, I have a very good group of friends who'd help me."

"And I am very grateful for those friends." She told me, patting my back. I pulled out of the hug, looking at her and then down at my ten-year-old brother Benjamin. He was busy looking around, his eyes wide. He loved everything that had to do with Hogwarts so he went with each year when it was time for me to start school again.

"Especially that George boy." Mum then spoke, causing me to look at her. "You have have grown close, haven't you?"

"He's my best friend."

The train whistled and I pulled my mum in for another hug before then hugging my brother.

"Next year it'll be you." I told him before swinging my bag over my shoulder.

"Can you get Harry's autograph for me this year?" He asked. I looked at him for a moment and then nodded.

"Oh alright, sure." I said, his face lighting up. "I have to go now though. I don't want to miss the train."

"Send an owl!" Mum called as I hurried onto the train. I waved at her and Benjamin out of the door and they both waved back as the train whistled again and started moving.

It was always visible to everyone who were who. Who were first years and who weren't.

The first-year students were always the ones looking confused yet excited. They'd walk around, confused as to where they should be. The second-year students on the other hand were thrilled and energetic. They'd finished their first year and learned how much they loved school which only meant they were more excited to be back.