Part 3 of Always, somehow. The last book of this George Weasley series The end of the world didn't come with war or fire. It came with baby socks on the floor, tea gone cold, and laughter echoing through a home that was never quiet for long. George and Freya have survived everything - the war, the grief, the slow healing, the mess of falling in love when neither of them thought they could again. Now, years later, they've built something of their own: loud, chaotic, full of jokes and arguments and mismatched socks. With two children who keep them on their toes (and occasionally on the ceiling), a business that refuses to slow down, and a marriage stitched together with inside jokes and sheer stubbornness, life is... a lot. But it's theirs. The stories in this book is going to be shorts, but they are continuous.

Life after Hogwarts isn't all stargazing and quiet nights - but it's close. When Freya Nolan lands a job at Celestia, a charming astronomy shop filled with telescopes, maps, and whispered wonders of the universe, she expects calm days and cosmic curiosities. What she doesn't expect is the messiness of adulthood: long hours, real responsibilities, and figuring out how to love someone while building a life from scratch. She and George have made it this far. But now comes the hard part - growing up, holding on, and finding their place in the world. It won't always be easy. But somehow, it'll be them. Always. The stories in this book is going to be shorts, but they are continuous. Part 2 of Chaos, with you (You don't have to read part 1 to understand the plot)

Elinor was left with nothing after the Second Wizarding War. She was just another fighter, another witch, some alumni who battled darkness and won but lost to the glorious shadow of Harry Potter. Not a worthy acknowledgement was left to paint her dull name; not even her dead friends' names. So, she broke her wand in two and vowed to never associate herself with magic again. But Elinor had to learn through George Weasley that you can't run away from who you really are, and George from Elinor to know the true meaning of love and family. SPANISH VERSION BY marchahoran AVAILABLE: https://my.w.tt/7muT0dL60ab george x o.c. <elinor> completed | july 2020 cr: icemacchiato

✧ sometimes the loudest love is the one that waits ✧ a story about chaos, patience, and the boy who stayed when everyone else ran. [g.weasley x oc] Golden Trio Era

Y/N Y/L/N returns to Hogwarts determined to keep her head down-focus on Potions, focus on the future, focus on anything that isn't the Weasley twins wreaking havoc wherever she turns. Being a Hufflepuff has never made her soft. She's too kind to be cruel, but also too sharp-tongued to let anyone mistake her for weak. Y/N plans to survive the year untouched. Then George Weasley starts looking at her like her smile is something sacred. He doesn't mock her kindness. He doesn't treat her like she's naïve. He just keeps showing up-between classes, in Hogsmeade, in the spaces where laughter still exists even when the world is getting darker. And slowly, against her better judgement, Y/N realises the most dangerous thing about George Weasley isn't his mischief... It's his gentleness. [ Canon! PoA onwards 💛 Mature Themes | Smut ]

Violet LeStrange, believed since young age that she was nothing like her cursed bloodline, especially her well known mother, Bellatrix LeStrange. The past pain that her mother cursed to the others only left her with isolation and whispers. A not very lucky pureblood she called herself meanwhile she always thought that the Weasley are the lucky pureblood. Never have to live in the guilt of their bloodline. Will she ever get this feeling over with? Warning : Heavy plot ahead! (Art is not mine⚠️⚠️)

Althea Lestrange is the youngest daughter of the infamous and murderous Bellatrix Lestrange, whom she never had the chance to know due to her imprisonment in Azkaban. As a result, she's forced to live her entire life with her aunt Walburga though that doesn't take away from her time at Hogwarts, of course. A Slytherin, naturally, she spends her days balancing boring classes and pranks with her group of friends, earning herself the well-deserved nickname Troublemaker. But does that remind you of someone? Maybe a red-haired boy? Named George? Add in a little family secret and a power to hide, and there you have it!

Alya Calden was raised wild - island waves, magic mischief, and eight overprotective brothers. She never needed saving. Until her past found her first... She's the hidden niece of Sirius Black. Now transferred to Hogwarts from Castelobruxo, Alya is torn between a prophecy she can't outrun, The "Promise" to get married to the man she hates and a boy who sees right through her walls - Fred Weasley. But fate is cruel. And love is dangerous. Now Alya must choose: The girl who was promised? Or the girl who decides her own fate? 💔 Forbidden love. Abusive betrothal. Slytherin fire. 🌊 Island roots. Black family secrets. Magic, prophecy, danger. The Crow family. 🔥 And one girl powerful enough to burn it all down. ⸻ ⚠️ Mature Content Warning: This story contains 18+ language, smut, dark themes, and emotional/physical abuse. Each chapter will include trigger warnings where appropriate. Please read responsibly. ______ Disclaimer: All characters, settings, and concepts belong to their respective creators and rights holders, except for Alya Calden, who is my original character.

Born and first raised in a home filled with love and laughs, Lyra Eileen Potter came into the world minutes before her twin brother, Harry James Potter. So she was the first to cry and the first to be held - but the fate decided she'd be the one to be taken away first, that night. On October 31st 1981, the night everything changed for Harry - who soon became the Boy Who Lived -, a burst of white lighting carried Lyra out of Voldemort's reach. And while everyone remembered Harry, no one remembered Lyra - the Girl Who Vanished. Years passed, and under the name Selwyn, she grew up surrounded by the cold elegance and silver-lined expectations - a pureblood legacy, distant smiles, and rules stitched into every word. But Lyra learned how to adapt, how to read people, how to keep secrets. At Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat had screamed Slytherin. And although she wore green and silver with quiet pride, she never truly mirrored those beside her: she was too thoughtful to follow blindly, too curious to conform - and too kind, perhaps, for a house known for its ambition and edge. Then her fourth year came and something shifted. Behind everything, a warmth became to bloom. Maybe it was the Twiwizard Tournament. Maybe it was him - the red-haired prankster with too much charm in his grin and too much gentleness in his gaze: George Weasley. Or maybe it was the way she started to really look at Harry Potter - not as the boy who lived, but as someone ho carried the same quiet ache in her chest. Or perhaps it was simply time for the lies to crack, and for the speed in her blood to rise. [gof-dh] [george weasley x fem!oc] [started august 4, 2025]